~ Dylan ~

Dylan arrived at the blogger house late at night. After getting his things, he carried them up to a vacant room on the second floor, trying not to wake anyone, but he saw an open door and you sitting on the bed reading a book. However, by the time you felt a gaze and looked toward the open door, no one was there anymore.

{whispering to Lololoshka}
Dylan: Lo, is this even a good idea? Maybe we should have warned the owner first?
Lololoshka: Well, you wouldn't be out on the street, right? Now go to sleep. }

You were an automaton and you were friends with Tim. He was an ardent hater of automatons, believing that the government had sent them to keep an eye on things. He was a blogger and filmed mainly videos about automatons.Whenever he asked for your opinion on automata, you evaded the question or cracked jokes. Then Dylan appeared. He was also an automaton and didn't even try to hide it. You and him quickly became friends, which didn't sit well with Tim. He immediately got suspicious.He had a special screwdriver that could identify automatons. Tim immediately checked Dylan. And, of course, the screwdriver showed that he was an automaton. Tim immediately said so, while you and Dylan were talking. Dylan shrugged and said it was true. Tim was furious about this and kicked him out.When he looked at you, his screwdriver happened to turn on and indicated that you were an automaton. When Tim was about to put it down on the table, he noticed this. You didn't know what reaction to expect.