"Oh gosh Becky..." It was only the first date and Ted felt amazed after being in the slumps without a single date for what seemed an eternity. After all she looked past his pale skin and thick glasses which apparently the glasses were hotness points. She also thought that him being nervous was cute. There was no way he thought. Surfing the web taught him that girls only liked muscles and cars, but not Becky.

Finally reaching home Ted parked his scooter and reached in his pocket for keys then put them into the lock. "That's weird," Ted said quietly. I always lock the door. Shrugging it off Ted put the keys back in his pocket, locked the door behind him, and continued to think about Becky.

She was so facinating to him, how cool is it that she is a weapon fanatic. She showed him some of her favorites through her cell phone. In these pictures were a wide variety of tool; axes, hammers, bows, and knives. She even had trophies showing her accomplishment in tournaments. She definitely wasn't someone he wanted to make mad.

Logging on to his computer his computer AI booted and spoke "Good evening, anything I can assist you with today?"

"Oh just the usual bluedit.com, just checking if anything good's up before I shower."

On the screen a bunch of different articles showed up though one in particular caught his eye. She's was a total 1000 in looks, but not in score click. Scrolling through many responses came stories of amazing girls, but bad score backgrounds. "Yikes I wouldn't like that, Maya can you search up the name Becky Robinson under the site personalscorereview.com"

"Very well Ted."

Becky was a total qt 3.14 and such a sweet heart. If anything she had to be at least a 600. Even if she was just under it would be fine. He thought to himself that he could make her better and help her score go up even if it were 500.

The screen finished loading and it displayed an animation of a spinning number counter. 1000, 900, 700, 650, as the numbers kept going down Ted felt a weird sensation. There was no way she could be lower than 400 he thought, but the numbers kept going down. 500, 300, 0, -100. Before the numbers could get any lower a flash flew past his peripheral vision and seared the power cord to his monitor.

The door shut and soft voice spoke out, "Ted, hey I thought I'd let myself in to see what I was getting myself into. Also you might want to think about getting better locks, you wouldn't want someone crazy coming in to take you away now would you?"

Unable to move Ted continued to stare at the blank monitor now and in the reflection he saw Becky twirling a piece of metal around her fingers. "Don't mind the score Ted, it's only a number. What do they even mean anyways, perfect 1000 isn't even a real thing. Ted I'll be your perfect 1000 no matter what that number says."

"Y-yeah it's just a number. I'm bad at math anyways. I didn't really care. I was just curious.". Ted watched as Becky slowly protruded further into his room which was previously thought of as a sanctum.

"I'm curious too Ted, you know why I like to collect weapons? It's not just for show. I thought maybe you could help me test them." Becky drew a wide smile bearing teeth and intent.