emotionally-droning-pyrobot

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

The sun shone gently through the broken wooden planks of a small shack.

It glistened against the floating dust and debris in the air.

Here, in this quiet shack, was a Demobot. Sapient for quite a while now.

It was working with clay, gently turning and whirring as he was fixated on the shape of how his feelings wanted this to turn out.

He was surrounded by pottery, paintings, poetry. Some were his, some weren't.

This is what he had been doing from the single moment he reactivated. And he'd continue to do so... Every day.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

"What if I went a little crazy. As a treat."

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

put your hand on your wrist. does it feel like flesh?

Reamus sighed.

"Feels."

"Like glove." He signed.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

yknow, theres like 20+ other sapient robots :3

im sure theyd be glad to meet you!

"R-O-B-O-T?" He signed fast, clearly frustrated.

"What is the deal with everyone calling me that, it's not funny."

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

so, how are you holding up?

figured out whats wrong yet?

Reamus signed 'neck', 'speak', and 'broken'.

'E-N-G-I-E'-'fix'-'neck'.

He chuckled.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

REBLOG IF YOU ARE HELLA BORED AND WOULDN’T MIND SOME CURIOUS ANONS.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

[Hands you a peach pit] (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

"..."

*He signs 'no'. and places it down.*@

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

Reamus had thought about it and... He hadn't really seen any bots around. What had she been talking about...?

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

hey did you hear the announcement

Reamus signed 'yes', then crossed his arms, muttering incoherently.

He then struck into a fast-paced signing session filled to the brim with colorful language about the Administrator's mother and father and something insulting about her age.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

"Hi."

"Was told to introduce myself."

The pyrobot signed along with talking. He seemed to have upgraded! Sporting new gear.

"... Feels strange having so many new people around."

The voice he spoke with sounded like a talkbox soundboard.

"Name's Reamus. R-E-A-M-U-S."

He signed slower for emphasis on each letter.

"Glad to be back, folks."

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

'Thank you' he signed again, clearly much more relaxed.

'Do what you need to, I trust you'.

And from there, Reamus did whatever Dell asked of him, seemingly in much better spirits given the circumstances... It's a shame, though. He believed wholeheartedly he was Reamus. Maybe he'd believe being a bot eventually, that much is true.

But it's doubtful he'd ever let go of what he believed to be his name.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

Reamus eased visibly, the wheezing and clicking came to a halt as he uncovered his face and just stared at him, then gave a small, silent nod, then signed 'please' again. And 'thank you'.

His gears felt slow. He was tired. In a strange way he'd never before, lonely in his skin. He hoped being able to talk would bring back his spark.

After this, he'd find his lighter. He'd feel safer having it back.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

Reamus in an instant began backing away, covering it's robotic throat, droning harder, grinding the voicebox in a dull hiss.

'No!' He signed. 'Not while I'm awake!' He signed faster, more aggressively. Then put his hands to his throat again, shielding it. He remembered Medic putting him to sleep countless times for every procedure he'd ever needed. The only time blood and wounds were celebrated was on the battlefield.

'Are you-' He signed quickly and then stopped before he could sign 'insane', and took a moment to turn away and curl up, a sort of quick clicking wheeze emanating from the voicebox, imitating hyperventilating.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

Reamus nervously shook his leg, he didn't like how much everything had changed. Dell was still here but were any of the others?

Was SHE still in charge? She had been nice to himself, not so much his beloved teammates.

He started panicking thinking of how much everything had changed. How Dell didn't believe it was him.

If Dell didn't believe he was him, would he try to hurt him?

No. No no no. No. Dell wasn't like that, not like a Spy. If he had meant to hurt him, he would've done it already. Quick and straight to the point.

There was no reason to worry.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

He robotically wheezed again, lifting his hand into a fist and shaking 'Yes' and nodded his head. One of the things he also shared in common with the real Pyro, he had a databank full of ASL.

Finally, a decent way of communicating. He remembered he preferred this way before going missing anyways. Words always found a way to be complicated and misconstrued, but although ASL was expressive, it had a much more direct tone, he found.

He took his open palm and rubbed it against his chest signing 'please' and then pointed back to his throat. Although ASL was preferred, he somewhat missed the sound of his own voice.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

Reamus was really frustrated. How could he not see he was him? He was back! If only he knew where the heck his gear all ran off too.

He poked at the name on the board and pointed at himself again assertively.

He strained again through the voice box. "DDDDDDDRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrr. Click."

He frustratingly slammed the notepad back on the desk and sitting, rubbing his hands over his face. This was all so confusing. Even Dell seemed more salt and pepper than usual. Nothing felt right. Every familiar comfort was old and worn and different. Everything around him had changed, everything but him. He just held his face in his hands, giving a robotic wheeze.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.

[emotionally-droning-pyrobot]

'Don't think I've ever heard your last name before... Which is strange because the whole team was pretty close.'

He felt confused. He was an Engineer, how was he gonna help him? Unless he'd been helping out by taking double shifts at the clinic, Medic always could use a hand. Solly and Scout always getting into trouble... That and himself.

Trusting who he believed to be an old and dear friend, he gently nodded, scrawling sporadically. God, he could 'feel' the ache in his joints.

'It's me'. He started. It was simple enough, it would get the point across. 'Reamus'.

He handed the notepad over, feeling a jolt of anxiety.

The Pyrobot approached the base, waving down someone unfamiliar, trying to shout again, once again finding their voice not there.

They were wearing RED, but nevermind that, if he could explain the situation, surely they could help. They could go back to base, heal up, get some sleep and everything could go back to normal.