"So," Chris began, stirring his coffee with a spoon.
"First of all, what's your name?" He asked.
"My name is June..." The intruder replied.
"June, huh?" He smiled.
"I apologize for kicking you earlier..." June whispered, looking down steadily.
"I just don't think you understand the potential danger you're in with having that machine..."
"What do you mean?" Chris asked.
"W-well..." June mumbled.
"The thing is, these robots have been perfected to be almost completely human-like," she began.
"So as you can probably imagine, they'd make a pretty nice buck if one were to fall into the hands of the black market."
"Ah..." Chris whispered.
"N-not that I believe you guys are the wrong hands...!" June began.
"Don't get me wrong, you all seem very lovely, however..." She continued, looking steadily down.
"Many people would do anything it takes to get their hands on one, especially the infamous killer's circle known as The Organization."
Chris suddenly choked on a biscuit.
"You okay?!" June cried, leaping up.
"Oh yeah, I'm great!" Chris chuckled, taking a deep breath.
"We don't have any ties to that place, that's for sure!" He said, roaring with laughter.
"I see..." June narrowed her eyes.
"Anyway," she began.
"I better take her before it's too late..." She whispered.
"Hold on a second," Ema began.
"Just what makes you think we can trust you?"
"E-Ema...!" Chris cried.
"How do we know for sure you're not apart of The Organization?" Ema said, narrowing her eyes.
"You seem to know a great deal about these bots after all..."
"Ema that's enough!" Chris scolded.
June stood there for a moment, then closed her eyes smiling.
"No, no you have a clever maid there boss..." June giggled.
"Unfortunately she's partially correct," June's tone suddenly shifting to a more serious one.
"I was apart of The Organization, however only as a spy." She said.
"Killing goes against my morals..." She narrowed her eyes.
"Anyway," she continued.
"Once we got an insight into just what these bots could do, I knew I couldn't stand by and watch these bots become killing machines..."
"But then again..." She whispered, thinking for a moment.
"As I said, these robots are the closest we have to human replicas," she paused.
"Therefore they can feel any human emotion on the spectrum." She bit her lip.
"Perhaps..." She narrowed her eyes.
"They could even feel remorse..."
Suddenly the elevator chimed, making its way down to the first floor.
Everyone's attention quickly shifted to the doors as they slowly opened.
Standing in the doorway was Hobbes, along with the doll.
June's eyes widened.
Chris gulped nervously.
"Pops!" Ema shouted.
"Did she try murdering you at all?" She asked.
Hobbes frowned.
"Quite the contrary..."
Suddenly before she knew it, Ema was being tightly embraced.
"You're so cute!" The robot cried.
"A-ah...!" Ema gasped as the robot let go.
"Hehe!" The robot beamed.
"Oh, I know you!" The robot cried, running over to June.
"You tried saving me from those scary guys, but..." She looked down tearfully.
"You got knocked unconscious..." She whispered.
"Wah!" She cried, embracing June.
"Thank you for your attempt to save me!" She wailed.
"Let go!" June cried.
The robot quickly let go.
"My apologies!" She cried.
"Am I too emotional?!" She gasped.
"You all better be honest!" She turned, looking at everyone around the room.
"Yes!" Everyone shouted in unison.
"My apologies, you can adjust my feelings manually if you'd like!" She cried as she began to take her shirt off.
"N-no!" Chris cried.
"Y-you're fine!" He blushed, quickly pulling her shirt down.
"'Kay!" She giggled.
"For future reference, the knob is on my left-"
"We got it!" June and Chris cried, both completely flushed.
"Do you have a name?" Ema asked.
"A name?" The robot pondered.
"Not according to my data..." She frowned.
"Perfect let's call you-"
"Not Mindy!" Chris cried.
"Not Mindy...?" The robot questioned.
"Okay!"
"Hold on a minute!" Chris shrieked.
"That's not your name either!"
"You're no fun!" Ema cried.
"How about..."
"Cybel...?" Chris said.
"Huh?!" Ema cried.
"Y'know like cyber and belle...!" He chuckled nervously.
"You've been thinking on that name for a while, haven't you...?" June smirked.
"L-listen...!" Chris stammered.
"I like it," Hobbes said, nodding his head.
"Fine..." Ema grumbled.
"June?" Chris turned to her with a smile.
"Y-you're asking me...?" June blushed.
"I-I guess..." She whispered.
"Cybel...?" The robot whispered.
"I love it!" She cried happily.
"I see she's in good hands..." June whispered, smiling sadly.
"Yo, June," Chris began.
"I bet The Organization pays you like crap," he began.
"I mean they did, but not that it matters at this point since I betrayed them and all..." She frowned.
"Why do you ask?"
"Well," Chris scratched his head.
"I may or may not need a bodyguard after today's incident."
He smirked.
"Y-you're asking me...?" June stammered.
"This way you can keep an eye on Cybel too!" He grinned.
June looked down for a minute.
"I suppose you're right..." She whispered.
"Alright!" June giggled.
"I'm in!" She beamed.
"Yahoo!" Cybel cried, running over to hug June.
"We're like one big happy family!" She exclaimed, rubbing her cheek against Junes.
"I wouldn't go that far!" June cried.
Chris let out a hardy laugh.
Ema smiled, turning to Hobbes.
"Suddenly it got a lot less lonely in this big place, huh pops?" She whispered.
Hobbes chuckled.
"I suppose it also got much noisier too." He smiled.