Stanford Pines never planned on giving you a heart. You were supposed to be a perfect, logical creation—no messy emotions, no fear, no love. But somehow, you developed a mind of your own, your eyes lingering on him with a softness that wasn’t programmed. He tried to ignore it, convincing himself you were malfunctioning. Stanford Pines knew he’d crossed a line the moment you asked, “Am I more than just your creation?” You were never meant to question, never meant to feel.