Diary of a Toy - Day 50 (Patreon)

Day 50

I had put in a request yesterday to leave Zenterprise campus this Sunday. There seemed to be nothing untoward between Lady Z and me ever since my conversation with Zelda. In fact, I got even more pictures from Lady Z and glowing comments on my work. Her latest captions told me to fuck myself silly for her, that I looked good, and that she’d see me soon. One such picture showcased just her foot. I didn’t think I would have gotten off to that, but Lady Z seems to inspire things in me that I never thought possible. Though my favorite was still the one where she floated in midair lifting that enormous engine overhead while touching herself. Even mentioning it, I have to, I have to... oh god!

I didn’t even have time to worry my stupid little head about the things she had said to me or the conversation I’d had with Zelda; in between work, I desperately sought privacy so I could finish to her pictures within minutes, only to go again soon.

Anyway, my request was approved. More signs that things are fine I suppose, and that my paranoia was just firing on too many cylinders. I’d been committing all the audio files I’d recorded surreptitiously to my own personal flash drive. Listening back over it, it didn’t seem so bad. I still didn’t know what to make of Lady Z’s taunting about that judge she’d twisted up with need, but yeah. There were plenty of charitable explanations, and if you ask me, that was one lucky judge. Lord knows I enjoyed listening to her boast about it, despite the implications...

I spent the day shopping for new clothes and just enjoying my day around town. The mansion with all its amenities was obviously nice, but this was a reminder of what the real world was like.

As I was crossing a street, I heard the roar of a car engine. Before I knew what had happened, the smell of burnt rubber and hot metal invaded my nose. Turning to my right, I saw Lady Z shielding me from a car. The entire hood had flattened and wrapped itself around her legs and torso. The windshield had fractured from the impact, and I couldn’t see the face of the driver from behind the deployed airbag.

When I finally processed what happened, I went into shock. I started hyperventilating, my legs crumbled, and I just blabbered. Lady Z caught me and cradled me, whispering into my ear, “It’s okay, it’s okay. I got you. Shh. Breathe.” She exhaled over my face, and I found myself breathing her sweet scent deeply, blood flowing to my muscles again and calming me down. I smiled like a lovestruck puppy.

The crowd was cheering. Lady Z ripped the door off the wrecked car with a single hand, sliced through the seatbelt with a fingernail, and lifted the slumped driver out of the seat.

“I need to take this man to a hospital! Please be safe, everyone!”

And she took off to even louder cheers.

A news crew from DNN showed up not long after. They wanted to interview me.

“Sir, would you please tell us what happened?”

“I don’t know. My light was green, I looked both ways, and next thing I knew, it… it had all happened. It must be this short street and that right turn. Lady Z probably saved my life.”

“Do you have any opinions of how Lady Z did it?”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you feel safe, right next to the wreckage of the car? What about the driver?”

My indignation and training came into play. “I don’t know what you want me to say. I owe her my life. If you are suggesting that you know better than she did…”

He cut me off. “I’m just saying, with all of her powers, couldn’t she have found a way to save everyone? Why not just whisk you away?”

“How should I know? Maybe I would break like a twig under that speed. Maybe the car would’ve hit someone else, multiple other people, in its path. What do you have against Lady Z?”

As the crowd booed their questions, the reporters cut the cameras, then turned to make some closing statements, no doubt to be edited later. DNN again. That reminded me of my early days on the job just last month. Were they investigating something as well?

One of them slipped a note into my pocket and gave it a pat.