2P America Hetaloid x Reader (Part 1)

“talking” ‘thinking’

(Reader POV)

It’s been a week since I ordered my Hetaloid and I was getting board, luckly my favorite (sport) team had a game here in (city) and decided to go. When I got back home I saw a delivery guy outside my door with a large crate beside him. “Hello there you must be (f/n) (l/n) please sign these papers while I get your package inside” “ok but can you open it for me? I don’t think I have anything I can use to open a crate” “sure I can miss” he said as he started to enter my home. Once everything was done and the guy left I was now left alone with my new Hetaloid.

He had dark brown hair with an ahoge going downwards, a blood stained black shirt with a bomber jacket on top, ripped jeans, brown shoes, and a pair of sunglasses on top of his head. “Great now how do I- OMG!” I said as I realized what was right next to him. ‘I can’t believe it this guy come with a bat with nails, now I definitely know I shouldn’t get him mad’. “Damn where are the instructions? I don’t want to make him kill me” I said just as I realized to my horror they were behind the bat and a luggage bag which probably has his clothes. I moved everything carefully aside and got the instructions “Alright now to wake you up, it’s shouldn’t be hard, right?”

~~INSTRUCTIONS~~

How to wake up 2P America: Pick any of the following ways

1) Flirtatiously wake him up (use the name Al)

2) Ask him if he wants to watch a baseball game (must offer a beer)

3) Offer him a veggie burger with a beer

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“Well I can always make him a veggie burger, besides I don’t feel like being raped today” I said as I went into my kitchen and started to make a veggie burger.

~~Time Skip~~

I came back to my Hetaloid with the burger and beer in hand, since I was scared of what he might do I placed the burger an beer on the coffee table and semi hid myself behind my sofa “Hey Al I made you a veggie burger, do you want it?” His eyes snapped right open and I saw his red eyes stare right at me. “Fuck yes, let me guess you my ‘new owner’ right? The name’s Al Jones” he said with a smirk as he got out of his crate and sat down on the sofa “y-yeah, my name is (f/n) (l/n)” “Good to know doll face and just so you know no one fucking owns me and as long as you do what I say and don’t get me mad your face will be fine”

As soon as he said that I freaked ‘WTF did I get myself into’ I started to get up and slowly try to walk away as he eat ‘I wonder if I can reach my computer and ask for a replacement’ “and where do you think you’re going doll face? Get your ass back here and sit with me” I did what he told me went to sit down on the sofa ‘Damn I was so close’ but I snapped out of my thoughts as I was suddenly pushed down on the sofa. “Alright I ate and slept enough, how about helping me exercise a bit since I’m a bit stiff from being in that damn crate” he said as he started to kiss my neck and move his hands along my sides.