Being relied upon was a great and refreshing new feeling to have, and when its only you that can do the job in question it becomes even more satisfying. Especially when the two lovebirds needing help had to get down on their knees to beg you to assist them.

What wasn't so great was being given vague reasons for what your help would be leading towards, like not being informed as to why it was so important in the first place certainly felt like a rude thing to do to the person taking time out of their life to combine a bunch of electronics into a system with oddly specific criteria.

Yet in the end, that annoyance of being left in the dark didn't stop the process known as invention from taking place in the Ultimate Inventors specialised research lab.

Though it was a relatively simple task, it actually ended up taking much longer than it likely should have, primarily due to some tinkering to the design to allow it to function better than the Detective twink had described it, and some slight bursts of creativity in altering it required getting some stuff secretly from the warehouse without either of the lovebirds or anyone who could relay the info to them spotting.

Really though despite being a clear kink thing they wanted, there was little denying the potential ideas for inventions that could start flowing now that remote cameras were on the table. It would call for getting the big guy to carry some heavy stuff into the research lab, but he didn't seem to have the brain power to comprehend what was going to be taking place in there, so that shouldn't be too big of an issue.

Once the basic modded cameras for the two rabbits were done the next project was a simple enough task, a camera drone with which to take aerial photos of the grounds with. Mostly though it was to get photos of people fucking outside, but having a backup excuse felt smart to have when the privacy violations in future would start adding up.

The test drone-cam was in a mostly working state when the need for sleep finally overtook the need for invention, with sleepy notes to get working on more projects that allow sleep activity. The dreams that short slept night mostly consisted of blueprints being created whilst running due to a paranoia built on surveillance.

Slumber was interrupted that morning by a quiet but persistent knock on the research lab door. A worrying thing, since that implies having slept in an unlocked research lab where anyone could have walked in during the night and ended things right there without leaving any clues. There certainly were enough tools present in the room to use for a quick unsolvable murder.

Yes, that issue would need to be worked on and solved. A good locking system would also be a smart move in case of future work burnout happening. Though seeing as the time limit the robotic bear had set was almost up, perhaps it wasn't even going to be needed.

Another issue to be solved was the knocking on the door. Quickly the source of said knocking was revealed to be the lonesome form of the Ultimate Detective seemingly leaving the fingering pro back in their bedroom so they could quickly get back to fucking each other with their weird photography set up.

The short boy quickly being dismissed with the parts of the earlier project he had asked for and a basic explanation about how the stuff he wanted worked. It probably wouldn't end up being that profitable to have made the tweaks in the design, but at least the chance of great profit was somewhat appealing to have.


The next stage of the day was mostly filled with tinkering and finalising the first drone-cam, it would take a bit of checking in the warehouse before making a live camera feed would be achievable, but assuming this set up worked right a new camera design could easily be mounted and replace the old.

Eventually the tinkering moved out of the lab and over towards the cafeteria where the meido was present and able to create some food that had been sorely lacking ever since the inventing spree had started. Some of the other losers were present, but at this point the only one who had earned being given any attention from a genius was the excellent Ultimate Maid for managing to keep energy flowing in the body.

Mostly though sitting in the cafeteria attention was flowing into the small tinkering of the drone and occasional eating Maid Moms food. The level of concentration involved was so high the presence of a loud droning music track almost was in a state where it wasn't heard at all.

What was heard was the announcement played through the school.

A dead body had been discovered in the Library. And everyone was expected to go there and check it out.


As it turned out the two fuckbuddies hadn't been using her inventions as some form of kink, but as a form of trap to catch an apparently present "Mastermind" of the situation. Whilst it had instead failed horribly with the death of the mystery fucker, there certainly was some credit to the theory behind the idea.

Though another thing of note was the Bears certainty in his knowledge of how the crime had been committed. How could he? After all the only cameras that could be noted in the library were the ones set as part of the trap. Perhaps it was the mental focus on cameras taking over, but it did start becoming a large internal panic.

Who knows what they can see us doing?

Self-preservation was goal number one in this caged school. Part of that would be not being spied on constantly by a person wanting you dead, so figuring out a solid counter would be key.

The others had all started investigating the area for clues. A somewhat pointless endeavour seeing as the cameras would clearly show who had killed the poor fuck and if for some reason they hadn't been caught on film, the people who could know about the timing intervals was incredibly small.

Plus, if it came down to it, there was still a backup solution that may tarnish reputations, but should be a clear case solver. But it wouldn't come down to that, after all the chances of it not being on photo would be incredibly unlikely to the point of being impossible.

So, in a pitiful attempt to act like investigation was being done, and some bragging about intellect, the drone-cam was flown up to take a photograph to put together the layout of the room. Something that really wouldn't be needed since anyone with eyes could recognise a basic map layout, but who cares about that as long as the illusion of assistance was there. With enough spectacle though and stupid people would think anything was important.

The rest of the investigation was mostly spend fucking around with the drone, acting like anything really mattered when photographs would solve it instantly would be stupid and overly stressful.

Then the revelation occurred. The mini bears showed the fucking useless photographs just a buncha images of nothing. The closest thing to relevancy was the photo of the mystery loser picking something up.

This was very not good.

Then the dumb main bear called for the trial to begin right then and there. Right after the realisation that everyone was fucked realisation dawned. There was still a chance. The small bears were still in the room, holding the cameras in their grubby little hands.

Potential options to act on were limited yet the correct one was clear as a virgins' soul.


The micro fucks shouted in anger as the devices were yanked from their stubby paws as the rush to get to the key destination took over, the other fucks on their way to the trial reacted in confusion as they were darted past during incredible the hurry to the lab.

The bear may be calling for a trial, but that was bullshit. There was still a single potentially vital clue to get. Rapidly pulling the cameras apart and quickly piecing the things that mattered together in a way to cancel out the issues caused by all the fucking mess the bears made with things.

Work was done in an annoyingly rushed state, not the preferred method of work sure, but when bears are deliberately fucking you over hard, you end up having to struggle to manoeuvre the bear dicks in a way you can work with. It's not pleasant but hopefully it works. Checking the final work will have to wait for whatever the trial is though. No point risking the bears ire by taking time testing things quality now.

The rest of the group are there at the meet up point first. Arriving last adds an air of awkwardness, especially after running off with important pieces of evidence right when things are meant to be over. It felt good being so focused on though so maybe it was worth delaying the chucklefucks for that feeling.

The detective kid spouted some crap about solving things, the annoying twink brat spouted off some stupid counter point only to be told off by the zero G moron. It was honestly pretty embarrassing to witness even for a disastrous pervert. Creepy roleplay fetish girl seemed annoyed and kept pestering about the whole running off thing, which led to a large scale fuck off argument, stopped when the large breasted pianist broke everything up and gave an actually decent speech about camaraderie, not like it would ever be admitted too.

Then the muscle-heavy bear statue started moving its disgusting frame, eventually revealing an elevator for the whole group to pile into.

Eventually, once everyone had piled in, it began its steady descent into the abyss.

To call it a despair filled descent would be arrogant. There was a detective amongst the group who should probably be able to solve things without even needing the makeshift evidence. Even if he was a pervy brat he shouldn't be that unreliable.

Yet to call it a hopeful descent would probably be equally arrogant. The photos showed jack shit in terms of helpful evidence and revealing the tampering done behind everyone's backs would not leave a good impression of an inventor in peoples minds.

But it didn't really matter in the end did it? Survival for the future was the goal. Dying was the worst alternative, and like fuck was that happening anytime soon.

And thus the elevator stopped and the newly invented story began to unfold.


Authors Note thing: Yeah so this was an idea. I have this trial planned out, and ideas for future events I hope I actually end up writing. I was a bit too experimental in writing this first chapter, not really using names and the likes. Keeping it as an entirely internal monologue was a strange writing challenge I don't think I will keep for trial events, for obvious reasons. I dunno this was a weird time and I hope it came out right and not stupid and confusing.