Chapter 5

Out of options, Ricky decided his best course of action would be to feign ignorance. Sure, Victor probably wouldn't believe him, but it couldn't hurt to give it a try. It worked when he was caught snooping around the study. There was no reason it couldn't work again. He just needed to buy some time until he could come up with a plan.

"Oh wow." he chuckled nervously. "How did that end up in my underpants?" 

Victor, though trying to keep a straight face, felt a smile crawl up his lips. "Really? You have no clue how my key ended up in your panties?"

"I'm sure I would've felt that in my boxer briefs. It looks pretty pointy." Ricky ignored Victor's question, keeping up the facade that he had no idea how the key came into his possession. It was all he could do. There was no way he was beating that bastard in a fistfight. In fact, he was so confident he'd lose, he'd even bet against himself if money was on the line.

Victor crossed his arms like a disappointed mother. "Ricky, I watched you take it."

Ricky slapped his hands against his face as if he had just heard some shocking news. While trying to come up with a response, his eyes wandered around the room, searching for something that could be used as a weapon. They ended up settling on the lamp that was resting on Victor's night stand. It looked pretty sturdy, perfect for bashing Victor's smug face in. And all he had to do was scooch backwards a little bit and it would be within grabbing range. 

He wiggled away from the man towering over him. "Umm… that's weird."

"You think?" Victor closed the distance between them, trapping Ricky's smaller frame between his arms. 

Ricky looked at the lamp again. He could probably reach it from here, and once he had it Victor would be in a world of trouble.

"Look at me." Ricky shuddered as large warm hands wrapped around his chin and forced him to look up. 

Were they going to kiss again? If that was the bastard's plan he did not wish to participate. It had gone too far earlier. WAY too far. As a straight man, there was no excuse for him to allow himself to be pinned underneath a fat wiener for a second time. Conveniently, Victor's choice to position himself on top of the smaller boy again had left his lower region completely exposed to Ricky's knee cap. Which he took advantage of.

"Take that bitch!" Ricky roughly kneed Victor in the groin causing him to lose his posture. Serves that horny bastard right.

"Ricky… you really shouldn't have done that." Victor gripped Ricky's ankle, squeezing it so hard he yelped.

Uh oh. Kneeing this bastard in the balls hadn't done as much damage as thought. More than anything it seemed like it had just pissed him off. At least now he wouldn't feel as bad bashing Victor's head in with the table lamp. Heh… not like he was going to feel bad to begin with.

In one motion, Ricky lunged for the nightstand and grabbed the lamp. He swung it so hard at the side of Victor's head it shattered. Thankfully, one hit was all it took and the bastard collapsed on top of him. Well, that was easy.

"This guy needs to lose some weight," he muttered, struggling to slide out from underneath Victor's muscular frame. How'd this guy get so big anyways?

"Welp," he rolled off the bed and stepped back to admire his work. Blood oozed from Victor's temple, staining the black comforter.

Is he dead?

Ricky smacked the larger man's cheek. He didn't move. 

Crap.

He had been planning to kill Victor in the future anyways, but if the bastard died right now he would look awfully suspicious to the police, having been spotted with the victim an hour before his demise. It seemed like he would have to take care of the front desk lady too. He wouldn't be too torn up about her death though– it's not like she helped him out when Victor carried him into the building like a damn sack of potatoes.

Ricky pulled his shirt back on and was about to leave when his eyes flicked downwards to the shiny metal key that was laying in Victor's limp hand. "I'll be taking this back." 

He snatched the key and walked out of the room, giving Victor one last glance as he left. At least this guy dying made their regrettable make-out session not count. If Victor was no longer around to keep the memory alive it basically never happened. He brushed his lips. Actually, forgetting may be easier said than done. If he was a girl, that bastard definitely would've gotten in his pants with those player moves. What, with the way Victor's strong hands pinning him down as his tongue roughly ravaged the inside of Ricky's mouth and–

What am I thinking about right now? Am I crazy?

Ricky smacked himself in the face and ran down the hallway to continue what he was doing earlier, before being rudely interrupted by a certain bastard. He had all the time in the world to snoop now – it's not like Victor was in any condition to stop him.

"Ha. Ha, ha. HAHAHAHA," He giggled like a maniac as he turned the key and opened the desk drawer. He pulled it open with a big smile on his face–

"What the fuck is that?"

Inside the desk drawer lay multiple pictures of Ricky. There were some of him buying black market weapon parts behind the convenience store, there were some of him stealing peoples' wallets with the Pan-Take, but the one in particular stood out above the rest. It was a creep shot of Ricky tasing the two drunks.

"Oh hell nah." He wadded up the picture and threw it across the room.

This guy was a freak. Like seriously a massive freak. Was he planning on blackmailing him or something? Why else would that bastard go out of his way to take pictures of him engaging in a bunch of illegal activities. 

Pissed off, Ricky ripped out the desk drawer, grabbed a heap of photos and marched to the bathroom. "Trying to blackmail me huh? See how well that works after I flush all your evidence!" He threw around 20 photos into the toilet and flushed. The toilet made a weird gurgling sound, but they went down.

"HAHAHA suck it bitch." Ricky air fucked the toilet. Proud of himself for destroying all the photos that could potentially incriminate him. He was so smart. Much smarter than Victor. That's why that bastard was laying in a pool of his own blood and Ricky was in here celebrating his victory.

Feeling elated, Ricky skipped down the stairs to hunt for his backpack. 

"If I was an overgrown cocky bastard, where would I hide it?" He tapped his chin and scanned the living room for the bag, grinning when he noticed a dark green strap peeking out from behind the sofa.

"He's so stupid," Ricky laughed, grabbing the strap and pulling. It didn't come out. He tugged again– still nothing.

"What the–" He gripped the strap with both hands and yanked hard. The sudden force sent him tumbling backward, landing on his butt with a thud as the backpack shot out from underneath the couch.

"Ow…" He winced, rubbing his poor butt before pushing himself to his feet. His gaze was locked on the backpack that now laid a few feet away. As he stepped forward, a small metal ball rolled out from behind the backpack. What the hell is that thing? 

He hurriedly scooped his bag and stumbled back as the ball began to rattle and shift– transforming before his eyes.

"Hello Master Dagger, my name is Technologically Enhanced Droidbot II, or TED for short."

Ricky pulled the Taze Daddy from his bag and pointed it at the robot. He didn't care how dope it was, he'd take this heap of trash out if he needed to. Also, he didn't know if robots had feelings or not, but he didn't think it would be too happy after finding out what he did to its owner.

"No need to be so hostile Master Dagger, I mean you no harm." TED rolled towards Ricky with its metallic arms in the air.

"Are you going to let me leave?" The gun made a whirring noise as Ricky began powering it up. 

"I'm afraid I can't do that." Two more arms shot out from the back of the robot and latched onto his weapon, trying to pull it away from him. 

This TED thing was freaky as hell, he was so dead if it got Taze Daddy away from him. He frantically shook the gun back and forth, trying to get the arms off, but the thing just wouldn't let go. Fuck it. Without having a clear aim, Ricky fired, praying that if there was a God up there it would let him hit his mark.

 He missed.

"AGH… crap!" Of course God wouldn't help him. Why would he even bet on something like that? God only helps like deserving people and stuff and he was definitely not the most deserving of divine assistance. In fact he'd better hope the whole religion thing was a sham cause there was no shot he was going to heaven with his track record. He aimed the gun at TED again and squeezed the trigger.

"Low battery." The gun groaned and began to power down. Bruh. He didn't have any batteries on him. It's not like that was his fault though, how was he supposed to know he'd end up in this situation when he was getting ready for class this morning? Like come on– how often does the average person get kidnapped by a pervert and then have a creepy robot attack them all in the same day. This suckssss.

Wait–

He did have something he might be able to use as a battery. He hadn't really had a chance to research it yet, but he was pretty sure the blue diamond was what was powering his dad's tape recorder. It had been hollow when he shook it, all except for the diamond that had rattled inside. Unfortunately, he couldn't know one hundred percent if this was the case, as he had been in too much shock to do anything with the tape. Still he should've opened it. If he had he would have more confidence right now in what he was about to do.

Ricky removed the battery from his gun and replaced it with the blue diamond– a process that was difficult to accomplish with the stupid robot clinging to it. He pulled the trigger again– still nothing happened.

While he was distracted, TED wrapped an arm around his foot and pulled him to the ground with a thud. Oh fuck me.

 "Ugh work dammit." He frantically smacked his weapon as TED dragged him closer.

"Powering on." 

THANK GOD. The weapon shook with power. He aimed it at the evil robot and fired. Bright blue electricity shot out– it was so bright Ricky had to close his eyes. 

"Error. Error, error, err–"

BOOM

He dove behind the couch as pieces of metal flew through the air, wincing as a stray piece cut his arm. He breathed a sigh of relief and leaned against the coach. That had seriously sucked balls. On a more positive note, he now knew that not only did the blue diamond work as a battery, but it also supercharged Taze Daddy like crazy. With this type of power he could accomplish things he hadn't even considered yet. For the good and betterment of himself of course.

After resting a bit, he crawled out from behind the sofa to assess the damage Taze Daddy had done. There were robot pieces everywhere, a giant black burn mark was on the wall, and the living room furniture was practically torn to shreds. Sweet. 

"Anyone else want a taste of this?" Ricky's voice echoed throughout the silent apartment. He waited a moment, ready to shoot if another freaky robot or something rolled out.

"Yeah, that's what I thought bitches," feeling a lot happier than he was when he entered the apartment, Ricky opened the door and walked out.