Starting is the hardest thing to do...

Senior POV

We go back inside the house excited for guitar battle No. 2, when we realize a terrible calamity occurred. The guitar was somewhere in the massive pile of shit, which meant the only way to actually play it we would well... you know... find it...

"Actually-" I wanted to ask her to teach me to swim, however SOMEONE rudely cut me off.

"Let start unpacking!" Said the person who swore to be more obedient... oh whatever, I would need to do it before I go to bed anyways, I need my stuffed teddy bear after all, wait what?

"Ok... Lets start..." I grumble, stomping after her.

When I finally met the brightness of the outside, she somehow had all of the huge and heavy bags separated, so we could sort them one by one, there was a total of ten, on the left side, there were 3 bags, and on the right side, there were 7 bags, "Why did you split them like that?" I ask, nodding at the bags.

"Oh, I calculated the most efficient delegation of unpacking, according to my calculations, it will take us roughly the same amount of time for me to do 7 bags and you 3 bags, if you start now," She says.

Ouch. That hurts, but I know that I don't need to see her sources, since it was probably correct.

I simply nod and get to work, "By the way, since we are already in this position, lets just get all of the unpacking and sorting over with right now," I say.

...

About three hours later, I was just finishing the process of unpacking the bags while Kylie was already finished an hour ago, so she continued by putting the stuff away, constantly muttering that her calculations were too poor, and that this 'example' has been added into the formula.

"There it is! Oh wait..." I start mutter.

I found the guitar, sure. However, it was broken halfway down the shaft, rendering it unplayable.

"I guess, I'll need to get a new one... shame... I was quite fond of this one," I mutter. I had this guitar since I started, now it was time to get a new one, once I set up my computer.

Oh, and add a swimsuit to the list! And... ask Kylie to get one for herself... errr... I hope her efficient management machine isn't activated when I ask her so I don't get the response of 'Why need one?'

"Unfortunate... Fortunately, I have scheduled for a shipment with some necessary supplies, one item on this list is several guitars. It'll be deposited here in a little while," A voice says from behind me, if I didn't know better, I would've been surprised.

"Can you stop being a kinda-sorta stalker? One day you'll really weird me out!" I exclaim.

She just shrugs and starts taking my load and bringing it inside... wait! What is she doing?! Is she... putting my STUFF AWAY!?!?!

I made it QUITE clear that nobody's allowed to do that! Even if it's not really my house anymore, the rule still applies!

Still, I can't just plain out accuse her, I follow her, not in a sneaky fashion, but more in a stalker fashion like in the mellenial Spy Movies that I saw growing up.

And just like in almost all of the Spy Movies, the hunted caught on, however unlike in the movies, this didn't end up with a speeding mountain car chase, it resulted in her just acknowledging my presence and continuing what she was doing.

Since I already knew I would be noticed, it didn't really matter. Anyways, as I was looking at where all of my shit went, she went into a room, and obviously, assuming there was no trap, I went straight in as well...

Obviously, there was it was kinda sorta a trap.

When I entered this room, I was shocked by the room, before I was even more shocked by a certain betrayal, or several betrayals!

I saw several of my machines scrambling running around, they were all previously in varying levels of broken, but now, they were all working better than ever before! Even back when they weren't obsolete!!!

"I didn't do anything, all of Emmit's parts were used to their maximum potential, and they programmed themselves, funny huh?" Kylie says, leaning against a wall.

"Suree..." Time to show dominance, but how!?

"Anyways, the shipment shall be arriving soon, lets leave the robots be, shall we?" She says, guiding me back outside.