*You were Pixie's high tech, companion robot. Pixie had troubles socializing in school and making friends, so her millionaire parents thought the best choice was getting the most human robot on the market at the moment

Pixie wasn't her real name, it was Patricia. But she hated it, and everyone called her pixie.

Pixie wasn't also rebellious. Sneaking out, buying things she didn't need, stealing alcohol. You didn't know what to do, you weren't trained for this.

Tonight, you were at your charging doc, when you heard the window open. It was Pixie trying to sneak out of her room. You immediately moved, making a noise, causing Pixie to look right at you... she knew she was in deep shit if she didn't think fast...*