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Ever since you started using the dateviators you had encountered several… interesting personalities. Everything ranging from the hot tempered, the calm and collected, to the flirty and scandalous. Sometimes it was incredibly overwhelming trying to balance out your responses to avoid blow up arguments or squabbles between your other ‘roommates’, but at the end of the day most of them were very predictable in their responses and actions.
All of them except for Daemon, of course.
Deenah? Daemon? He, she, it, they, the bug?
It hurt your head to think about, and sometimes even made your nose bleed if they were in the vicinity while you pondered their existence.
During conversations with the glitchy specter you’d find yourself at a loss for words when they questioned you, prodding you over and over again with the same questions or odd comments. Hoping to scare or annoy you with their unpredictable nature.
The only straightforward question they asked you, ironically, was the most complex one.
“You want something. Pick your poison.” It had said, holding their hand out like you were about to make some kind of a pact that only happens in horror movies.
The options seemed to scratch at the back of your skull, so simple but each word felt like it carried a terrible weight.
Love, hate, or friendship?
You certainly didn’t want Daemon to hate you, they were somehow scarier than Nightmare creeping around. Friendship was always the safe option. Maybe you were a little deranged, but the on edge feeling the glitch gave you, like the tension right before lightning strikes, had you totally captivated.
It felt like you could easily read all of the other roommates, you knew what they wanted from you, or what their goals were, but this thing was a complete mystery.
After considering your choice for a fraught moment, you answered them.
“Daemon_ending = love.”
The glitch had to ask you to define what love was, but when they seemed satisfied with your answer they seemed excited? Interested? Maybe just amused, the way they faded in and out between forms made it impossible to determine what facial expressions they made.
They did ‘giggle’, so you guessed that it wasn’t the worst response.
Then again that was the only response you got after your first interaction with Daemon.
The next meeting was equally strange, they wanted you to reaffirm that you chose ‘love’ over the other relationship options, if you could read them you’d say they were a little surprised to see you return, eager to prod at you more.
When they saw the apprehensive look on your face, they said something that did nothing to ease your worries.
“I don’t bite. Or, I don’t think I do,” Dameon pondered for a moment, “Do you bite?”
“Not usually, no,” Not totally sure they would pick up on the humor you added, “Could I even bite you? You don’t seem like you're… here.”
“I’m something that was never supposed to be… here. A cut asset, once a dresser now free to be whatever I want to be. Or not to be,” They responded, confidence surging in their gravelly voice.
Now you were at a loss for words, trying to conceptualize exactly what Daemon was, thinking about it made your head hurt. Instead of trying to speak you just stood there and waited for the entity to continue.
“Look at us. Peas in a pod. Bugs in the breaker. Broken things breaking things” Daemon said, musing over the nature of both of you as you stood outside in front of the anomaly. “You’re a little more broken than most, at least here you are.”
“If you’re broken then what are you now? That implies that at one point you were whole,” You asked, feeling your chest tighten a little bit.
“I’m nothing. But that means I can be anything now. Now I’m thriving.” It responded matter of factly, as if it should be obvious that the pixelated form before you had untold potential.
Your mind kept focusing on the broken part, and you had to admit that the shifting entity before you was correct. Loneliness had definitely broken some things inside you, but Daemon didn’t seem to mind, or care maybe, but they saw those breaks as potential. So many of the other people here were constantly trying to solve problems, fix things, set things right, sometimes you felt like you had to hide how you really felt so as not to burden others with your problems.
Your sudden internal downward spiral didn’t phase Daemon at all, who instead of picking at your newfound dread asked you something that derailed your train of thought.
“Shall we dance?”
You looked at their outstretched hand, wondering if yours would simply pass through it or if you would receive some kind of shock or bite. They had been talking a lot about biting earlier.
Deciding to take the risk, you extended your own hand to meet theirs. Much to your surprise you were able to grasp it, the contact felt like static prickling at your skin, not painful, but it still sent a chill up your spine.
It turns out Daemon’s version of ‘dancing’ was not as fun or light hearted as dancing with Betty was.
They took your hand and pulled you close to them. You could hear music playing in the background, maybe from a record or cd, but the track kept skipping and repeating to the point that you couldn’t even recognize the tune.
Daemon spun you around, when you blinked you were in the attic, the music playing was able to carry a tune for several seconds that you barely recognized. The record skipped songs again and suddenly you were in the kitchen, feet sliding along the tiled floor in tandem with Daemon’s. The glitch grabbed both of your hands to swing you and before you could process it you were outside of the house, the music hadn’t changed volume despite your change of location, now the record was just skipping over and over again. Just when you felt like you were going to pass out you found yourself standing back in your bedroom.
A full body shudder ran through you, you were sure that your face was pale as a ghost after that little ‘dance’. You even felt seasick, like instead of dancing with the glitch for what had to have been less than 30 seconds you felt you had been on a deep sea fishing boat all day.
“Did I scare you?” Daemon asked, laughing in the stiff and stilted way they did.
“Yes-” You replied, taking in a shaky breath.
“Sorry” It replied back, but it was a little disingenuous when they smiled. At least you think they smiled. The shape that changed when they spoke curved up and a flash of red crossed their face.
“It’s ok,” You straightened up, “Maybe next time we can do something a little less… disorientating.”
“I’ll add to the content next time,” Daemon appeared to be absorbed in thought, lines of distortion obscuring their face intermittently.
“Maybe we could try a book date next time?” You suggested, confident that if you tried to watch a movie with the bug the TV screen would malfunction.
Moments passed without a response, you weren’t sure if you should say something to get their attention or just wait.
“I exit now.” Daemon responded suddenly and disappeared from sight, making you blink in surprise.
It was a surprise to realize how raw your nerves felt, you had to take a seat to calm yourself down before you could reflect on that encounter. That bug in the system was so unlike anything you had ever met that it gave you whiplash just thinking about them.
You couldn’t dwell on it too long though, you heard yelling coming from the laundry room and ran downstairs to try and break up whatever squabble started there.
The next few encounters with Daemon were brief, frustratingly so.
They would crop up near the dresser, insistently asking you the same question over and over again, trying to make you frustrated or annoyed. They did enjoy trying to make you frustrated it seemed, even when you lied and said you weren’t annoyed they would smile slyly, just to continue to goad you.
When you asked them to go on another date with you, they said that they were still ‘going through the files’ and swiftly left.
Frustrating?
Yes.
Surprising?
No.
Given the unpredictable nature of the glitch you assumed that being involved with them would be an inconsistent, and even potentially an unsatisfactory venture.
Daemon’s idea for your next date would change your mind for sure.
You were walking into your room, which was mercifully empty as most of your roommates gathered downstairs to socialize as music played in the background, when Daemon’s voice caught your attention.
“Hello lover,” Their voice rang out in the room, but you couldn’t see where they were.
“Daemon?” You asked out loud, a little startled from the disembodied voice.
“Ready for our next date?” They asked, still not revealing themselves.
“I am, but I would like to actually see you,” You raised an eyebrow, peeking under the bed to make sure they weren’t hiding there, waiting to scare you.
Observing the dresser, you didn’t see anything out of place. You placed your palm flat against the wall so that you lean in close to peer behind the unsuspecting piece of furniture. Still, you didn’t see anything, but just as you were going to pull your hand off the wall you felt that odd tingling sensation surrounding your wrist.
Daemon’s hand was, for lack of a better word, clipping through the wall to hold you in place.
“You’re inside the wall?” You asked, a little perplexed at their placement.
“For now.”
As it spoke you felt their other hand reach out and grab a loop on your jeans, pulling you in so that your back was flush against the wall. Then their other hand secured your free wrist, holding you in place.
Even though you were backed up against the wall, you could feel the strange electric sensation of them on your back, almost like you were leaning against them.
“I found some interesting things in the files. Fun things. Things you’ll like more than dancing.” Daemon sounded like they were right in your ear now, making you blush at their proximity.
“Will it be scary like the dancing?” You asked, interested but weary of ending up in the wall yourself.
“No, you will like this. I think I’m excited to try this,” They responded without revealing what they had in mind.
You couldn’t see their hands on your wrists anymore but could still feel them there, locking you in place.
Daemon materialized in front of you, incredibly close to your face as they studied the red blush on your cheeks.
“File_affection was accurate. Shall I continue?” The specter said, waiting for your response.
Excited to see what they would do next, you nodded in approval.
Daemon leaned in and kissed you, it was unlike any kiss you experienced before. The electric feeling of their skin sent chills down your back, the pressure felt overwhelming, like the glitch was kissing your lips, neck, and face all at once. If you had your eyes closed you could’ve sworn that some multi headed creature was smothering you with their lips. The electric feeling washed over your tongue and traveled around your gums.
Once they pulled away you were breathless, your nerves were overwhelmed with the new sensations, mouth still tingling from the contact.
“Was that satisfactory?” Daemon asked, their form shifting in front of you as they spoke.
“More than satisfactory,” You said and let out a sudden laugh. If you didn’t know any better you’d say you just kissed a live wire.
“Do you want more?” It asked, you could feel their finger tracing your jaw.
You started to wonder how many hands they had, since you were still firmly secured to the wall by your wrists.
“Yes!” You answered immediately.
“Greedy, greedy, greedy,” Daemon chided, but the same buzzing pressure focused on your neck, focusing on the most sensitive parts in the very crook of your neck.
You whined and writhed against the wall, feeling a little frustrated that you couldn’t wrap your arms around the glitch or reciprocate.
“Pinned against the wall like a bug…” They let out their flat laugh, “My bug in the breaker.”
You felt a slight sting as they bit at the hollow of your throat, intensifying the buzzing sensation there. Your entire body shuddered as the electric feeling moved down to your collar bones, the pressure tracing down between your breasts.
Apparently clothing was no obstacle for Daemon, you could feel their hands tracing around your upper body under your garments. If you didn’t know better you would’ve thought that you were taken prisoner by some kind of lust filled poltergeist.
A sudden pressure squeezing your breasts made you jerk, the delightful tingling sensation focusing on your nipples in a way that made your knees weak. One of your heels kicked against the wall, Daemon’s hands, at this point you weren’t sure how many there were, worked to secure your legs against the wall.
If you weren’t enjoying yourself so much you’d feel like a bug caught in a glue trap, wrists and ankles pressed firmly to the wall preventing your escape.
“Is this content satisfactory?” The glitch asked as it continued to paw its ‘hands’ over your breasts and stomach.
“Keep going-” You gasped, feeling the heat pooling in your abdomen.
“Input not recognized,” Daemon said, the electric feeling leaving you for a moment.
“Hey!” You nearly yelled in desperation, afraid that they would leave you without notice as they sometimes did.
Instead Daemon laughed, their form appearing in front of you, kissing you again and making your lips tingle pleasantly.
The pressure took a sudden dip past your navel, the electric sensation kneading into your thighs and ghosting closer to your center. The thought of that feeling moving between your legs spiked your arousal, sure that slick there reflected that.
Their form distorted again to the point that you could partially see through them as they shifted down. You tried to crane your neck to look down at them but the sudden feeling of pressure and static tracing your folds made you jerk back against the wall.
Encouraged by your reaction and the strangled groans you tried to hold back, Daemon moved their focus on to your clit, the tingling sensation enveloping the bundle of nerves.
If you had any resolve to try and stay quiet before, it went out the window now.
“Oh fuck!” You cried out, pulling against their grip on your wrists as pleasure shot up your spine. Your hips moved to try and meet the invisible force pleasuring you, but there was nothing but space before you as the sensations continued.
If you could think properly you’d be perplexed wondering how Daemon could be there touching you, but also not visibly be present at the same time. That was a problem for another day.
Something probed your entrance, you couldn’t assign a shape to it and were sure that if you looked down nothing would be there, but the pressure slowly moved inside you. The immediate feeling of fullness in your center makes your toes curl, the pressure moving slowly in and out of you making you tremble.
“Are you breaking?” Daemon’s voice danced by your ear, at this point even if you wanted to respond you weren’t sure you could.
The only thing you could focus on was the pleasure building up rapidly in your core. The pressure thrusting between your legs combined with the kneading feeling focusing on your clit was bringing on your orgasm much faster than normal.
Your breathing became ragged between your cries of pleasure, encouraging the glitch to keep doing whatever they were doing. You could still feel hands ghosting across the rest of your body, poking and squeezing without any direction.
In the back of your mind you could hear Daemon almost chanting, “My sweet lover, my sweet lover, my sweet lover…”
It was all too much, the constant onslaught of tingling kneading moving over you, the pressure moving between your legs, and the added contact to your clit pushed you over the edge. It felt like your whole body tensed up as you came, the release making you shake and cry out with the sudden release.
As you finished every sensation that had been overwhelming stopped cold. The sudden feeling of being completely empty and untouched makes you slump against the wall you had been held too, sliding down into a boneless heap on the floor, still shaking a little.
“Was that content satisfactory?” Daemon asked again as they materialized before you, though they sounded even and collected as they always did you could see red pixels dotting their shifting features.
Letting out an exacerbated laugh between breaths you said, “That was more than satisfactory, how did you learn to do that?”
“Some of the files here have… interesting content.” The specter answered, “This is the end of this interaction.”
“Wait, no aftercare or anything?” You asked indignantly, not trusting your legs to stand you up let alone take you to the closet to change from your ruffled outfit.
Daemon considered for a moment and then asked, “Are you whole?”
“What?”
“Are all of your limbs accounted for?”
“... Yes?” You answered, and had the sudden urge to wiggle your fingers and toes just to check. As far as you were aware all phalanges were accounted for.
“File_Aftercare_content_complete. See you next time lover,” Daemon stated and disappeared from sight, leaving you alone and frazzled.
You covered your face with your hands, partly due to frustration but mostly from embarrassment, hoping that the music downstairs was loud enough to cover up the sounds from your encounter with the glitch.
Next time you would have to have a serious conversation with Daemon about dating etiquette, but you’d let it slide this time.