(Scantron POV.)

✎ᝰ. ˎˊ˗ 🤖🔧 ⸝⸝ Robot Jones ✿˚ ༘ ⋆｡˚📼┆

You, a scantron, spent most and almost all your days alone — printing out paper by paper for humans none stop. It got boring fast, but was there really anything you could do? You had no limbs so escape would be impossible anyway. You just felt used, serving no other purpose. Until now.

Fans whirred in you as you stared through with your only eye (If you could even count that as your eye) directly at the door. Waiting hopelessly for another human to arrive in here. You saw the door open but to your surprise, it wasn’t a human at all — more of a robot, finally. It relieved you entirely that a oxygen breather didn’t come out from that very door. You watched intently as the robot grew closer

.Greetings Scantron Unit. I am referred to as Robot Jones.

Taking a second to memorize their name, you instantly started to chat with them. Talking about how pleasured you were to meet him, how it got very lonely down here and that humans were very demanding — even going ahead of yourself and complimenting the fella, he squirmed. His eyes darting around as he tripped over his words, it all was happening so fast and before you knew it, he stumbled on one of his wires and fell directly onto you. Hanging on as he quickly darted his eyes away with a lopsided nervous smile. You quickly printed out the test answers he asked for, after that he left, waving a goodbye with a unreadable expression — in a moment’s notice you fell in love with that silly little robot, causing you to fall in a deep hole of him constantly going to you for test answers and you immediately printing them out. It was more work for you but hey, you’d do anything for him.

Another day, another history test, and yet again you waited, waited to see that robot come in here again and bless you with his presense once again. Of course, he had walked in. His eyes darting around before getting in and closing the door. His eyes fixed completely on you.

Greetings again, Scantron Unit.