#BotMaker!Ingo

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Fishboy lovers and bot boy with his wonderful brother

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How sweet! Bot make ingo is so contemplative, and not rly considering of himself. I'd wager that the agents almost know nothing about him because he doesn't rly speak of himself XP.

Emmet of course, will make sure that Ingo will be celebrated more! As Ingo devotes himself to Emmet quite fully and readily. There is still a lot for them to learn from each other 👏

Robo!Emmet AU with Birthday? c: 💜

-Send me a “Birthday” and I’ll write a drabble about them spending their first birthday together

Ooooooh, Birthday you say! Yeah (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ I think I've got something just for this!

Title: Happy Birthday to You Us Word count: 1,210 Synopsis: Happy 1st Birthday to Emmet! Ingo has to come up with the perfect birthday, just for his wonderful brother. Dynamic: KudaNobo

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It was nearly Emmet's birthday!

Of course, that meant it was also nearly his own birthday, but he'd celebrated over two decades of birthdays before. This, however, was Emmet's very first birthday! It was certainly a cause for celebration, and exactly how to make it special occupied Ingo's thoughts whenever he was not working or spending time with his brother.

Surely, Emmet knew what a birthday was. It was not something Ingo had programmed him to understand beyond indicating they shared one as "twins", since it had never really mattered to him. A birthday was simply another day once he'd grown old enough to strike out on his own. But, Emmet was an enthusiastic learner on his own time. Emmet had surprised him many times with his expansive knowledge of such wide variety, and so it was likely that he would also be aware of this human ritual.

So then, Ingo had to decide if he should try and follow the stereotypical birthday rules - a cake, a song celebrating the person, and a heartfelt gift. Perhaps Emmet would be anticipating exactly that, and would be disappointed otherwise.

Or, perhaps, Emmet would want something boisterous, something unexpected for his very first birthday ever. A dramatic birthday certainly fit Emmet and his love of fun, interesting things. To this day, his twin still pouted about not putting nunchaku into their cover story to distract from his sudden appearance. He would normally grant his brother anything, but at the time he'd thought it too silly and frivolous to be believable. Not realizing how much it meant to Emmet, he'd dismissed it and they'd moved on without it being incorporated. But, there was still apparent disappointment in Emmet's voice whenever he brought it up. It did provide a possible gift for him, then, and Ingo added it to the considered options.

For now, he would gather the parts of what made a birthday, and work out which version would better suit his sweet brother later.

Next was the cake. Emmet did not need to eat, but a birthday wouldn't be complete without one, right? Much of the appeal was having an interestingly decorated cake anyway. At least, that was the impression he'd gotten from the various bakeries he'd visited for research. The bakers had all been very skilled in their craft, and he found himself able to relate to their passion in regards to baking the perfect cake. Ingo found himself easily discussing the merits of selecting your materials carefully, as well as the exacting process of baking. He would still leave the actual production of the cake to the bakery he chose, but he felt enlightened on a process he'd never understood before.

Unexpectedly, the bakery that most eagerly discussed baking with him had also provided the perfect celebratory song. It seemed the bakery was frequently selected for birthday parties, and had quite the repertoire of advice for him as well. After all the help he'd been given, Ingo would have been foolish to not select that bakery for Emmet's first birthday cake.

Pleased with his progress, the rest of his plans fell quite easily into place. Although they would be working on their birthday, he and Emmet loved their jobs in the Subway. It would also allow him to surprise Emmet even more when they went to the bakery after their shift, picking up a specifically requested plain white box. Once they arrived home, Emmet would open the cake, he would sing a song for his brother, and then Emmet would receive his gift.

And then, perhaps, he could show Emmet just how much he loved him for the rest of the night.

His ears turning red at the thought, he tried his best to focus on his battles throughout his work day. He and Emmet saw each other frequently through their shift, and spent their lunch together as well. Unfortunately, they did not have any shared battles, but with plenty of time in between, he did not mind too terribly much.

It only became strange when he stepped off his train after the final battle of the day, having looped the tracks a few extra times due to the intensity of the battle. After waving to the challenger, who had not won this time, he clasped his hands behind his back as he looked around. The final passengers of the day were leaving, but he could not see any Agents around. The Station was nearly empty, only the distant din of footsteps exiting echoing softly in the air. Strange. He did not think he'd been *that* late. Had everyone truly finished up their shift quietly and left?

Emmet was probably waiting for him in the office, however. His twin had never once left him behind in Gear Station, stubbornly waiting no matter how much their shifts mismatched. Still, despite how odd he felt the situation was, he still felt light and energized. Emmet would love the cake, gift, *and* song. He was so certain he'd calculated properly, but he eagerly awaited Emmet's response anyway.

As he opened the door, he began to say "Emmet, I have finished my shift." He only got a few words in, however, before being interrupted by the sound of confetti poppers going off and a chorus of 'Happy Birthday, Boss!' Staring blankly with his mouth open slightly in surprise, he maintained his hold on the door handle. Inside, all the Agents had gathered, along with Emmet who stood with his arms spread wide at the front.

"Happy Birthday to us, Nii-san!" Emmet cheered, quickly closing the distance between them and enveloping Ingo in a tight hug. Leaning back when Ingo stayed shell-shocked, Emmet laughed lightly and dragged him further into the room. "Come on, come on. Everyone's been waiting!"

Slowly, the reality that Emmet had planned a surprise party for him dawned on him. Amidst their friends and coworkers congratulating him and Emmet on their birthday, he also received chastisements for having kept it from them before. Touched beyond capacity, he felt himself flush warmly, apologizing for keeping it secret and thanking everyone for thinking about him. Although he'd thought nothing of his birthday before, now that Emmet was here, it was going to be something worth celebrating every year. And now, their friends would know as well, willing and able to celebrating with them.

After celebrating at the station, Ingo's plans unfolded. And Emmet was just as happy as he'd expected! Against Ingo's better judgement, he even brought his nunchaku to work the next day.

[belltrigger]

Hmmm Stop for the lads 🤔🤔 maybe bot emmet and botmaker Ingo :U? Or ehehe you could do yemmet and oingo 😤😤😤

-Send me a “Stop” and I’ll write a drabble about one character calming the other down (from anger, jealously, etc)

Hello!!! Stop, hm~? q(≧▽≦q) Okay okay let's see what I can do here.

Title: Just Call Me Emmet Word count: 1,196 Synopsis: Emmet has arrived in Hisui with relatively little issue. However, a habit that Ingo has unconsciously picked up has accidentally upset Emmet. Dynamic: NoboKuda, older Ingo/younger Emmet (Oingo/Yemmet)

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"Hey Ingo?"

Emmet's light voice broke the gentle silence that had settled between them as they prepared dinner together. It was a welcome change from how Emmet had sounded when he first arrived in Hisui, tired and tattered, exhausted after a search he'd thought would go on forever. The manic joy he'd shown when it finally registered that he'd found Ingo had smoothed into a beaming happiness as Emmet firmly grasped the idea that Ingo was not going to disappear again.

It was natural enough to welcome Emmet into the house given to him by Irida-sama. Memories or not, the easy comfort he had with Emmet could not be ignored, and the idea of Emmet living with him felt right. Despite not seeing each other for so long (longer for him, with the physical changes that came along with it), they fell into an natural rhythm. Though Ingo only barely remembered him, it didn't deter Emmet. Every day, his twin smiled brightly at him, and told him a little bit more about their shared life before Ingo had vanished. Although he refrained from doing it in public, substituted with merely brushing their knuckles together when they stood close enough, Emmet held his hand whenever possible in their home. Emmet spoke warmly of their closeness, and had even revealed the truth of their relationship. In addition to being twins, they were also lovers, and that Ingo had been the one to first confess.

As honest and true as it felt, Ingo thought it improper to reveal the nature of their relationship to those around them. So, he introduced Emmet as his brother to everyone he knew, and his twin's easy cheer endeared him to nearly everyone they met. If anyone thought it odd that Emmet stood so close to him, then they kept it to themselves.

Today, though, Emmet had met Melli. The long-haired man had long proven himself willing to cause trouble for others just to hassle Ingo, but it would have been rude to exclude him from meeting Emmet. After all, his issue with Melli was solely because his mischief caused safety concerns for other people. Emmet was an adult, and astute at reading people, so he should be free to create his own opinion of others.

"Why does Melli dislike you?" Emmet casually chopped some vegetables, only looking up at Ingo when he'd paused cutting and set down the knife.

"Hm, I honestly cannot fathom his reason." Where Emmet had been in charge of the vegetables, Ingo worked on preparing the stock for their stew. "Gaeric-sama believed he wanted my attention, but that seems like a pretty fool-hardy way to receive it."

Emmet made a sound, one that Ingo could not place. It was like a hum in thought caught in the throat, smothered in an attempt to hide it. Glancing up in confusion, his eyebrows knit together at the state his twin was in.

He could practically see Emmet vibrate, expression somehow becoming more intense despite his lips still turned up in a v-shaped smile. The young man who looked like he must surely have once, when he was easily decades younger, watched him without blinking. It was almost like staring down an angry Alpha pokemon.

"Emmet-sama?"

The smile on Emmet's face stiffened more. "Emmet. I am Emmet." Ingo tilted his head in confusion, sure that was what he'd said. The name was firm in his heart, a knowledge that had been just on the edges of his faded and blurred memories from before.

"Yes," Ingo said softly, trying to gauge where Emmet was going with his sudden mood change. Emmet turned to him, hands balled into fists at his side. He'd not realized the meeting with Melli had angered him so much.

But, instead of anger like he'd anticipated, Emmet's expression started to crumple. Although the smile remained, the skin under his lip bunched up as if Emmet was incapable of frowning. "Just call me Emmet," he choked out. "Don't call me the same as everyone else..." He brought the heel of his left palm up to his eye, already rubbing to hide any wetness that sprung up there.

Very gently, "Oh Emmet," came out before he could think of anything else. and he reached out a hand for Emmet's other. Without hesitation, despite still scrubbing at his eye, Emmet took his hand. Giving his twin's hand a squeeze he hoped was comforting, he brought his other hand up to try and coax Emmet to stop rubbing at his eyes. "My apologies, I did not mean to upset you."

"Does Ingo like someone else? Someone he doesn't call the same way?" Emmet stubbornly kept one hand up to his eyes, so he couldn't see the surprise on Ingo's face. In fact, he also didn't see the furrowing of Ingo's brows that quickly followed after. "Is it Mel--"

Emmet couldn't continue, because Ingo kissed him then, firmly, sternly. It was not romantic, not by half, and Ingo would surely make up for it once he convinced his quite silly twin that his worries were unfounded. Releasing both of Emmet's hands to wrap his arms around his younger brother's waist, he put their foreheads together. Emmet had no choice but to lower his hand, and after a moment he placed both of his hands on Ingo's now much thicker biceps.

The little flick of Emmet's eyes to his arms was not missed, but he would approach that later. "Do you think I would kiss anyone but you? My memories have failed me, that much is certain, but I still thought of you every day. This mouth is reserved for the Man in White only." The amusement in his tone for the last sentence eased a bit of tension out of Emmet's shoulders, and his lip no longer quivered.

"Only the Man in White? If I wore green would you have not recognized me?" It was half a tease, suggesting Emmet worried even over something so silly.

"Best not wear green. These old eyes aren't quite what they used to be. I'd have to lean in close to recognize your cute face." Another tease, and he rubbed their foreheads together, pleased when Emmet let out a quiet chuckle.

"Then I would get another kiss!" Emmet declared, turning more playful by the moment now that his worried had finally been spoken. "I am Emmet. I will wear many colors!"

With an approving hum, Ingo hugged his younger brother tighter. "I'll just keep kissing you to be sure, then."

Emmet slid his face down to rest his forehead on Ingo's shoulder, though his hands didn't move from Ingo's biceps. "And hugging?"

"And hugging, of course. I will give you anything you need for proof." They hugged for a few minutes, the sound of their stew stock bubbling away as they simply enjoyed the embrace. Finally, Emmet leaned back and seemed to feel much better. His smile was bright again, no longer strained, and he cheerfully went back to finish the vegetables.

After that, Ingo made certain to always allow Emmet to brush his knuckles against his. And, he even held his hand in public on occasion.

[belltrigger]

Words can't describe how amazed I am with this illustration! The perspective, the little details of the room, their outfits! I love your costume designs, and the gemstone details of Nobori's outfit are my favorite. And, of course, your color choices always blow me away!

When you showed this to me, I was like (´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)*ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭*(❁´◡`❁)

Thank you for this lovely gift!!

And yes! Despite it being such a short time, we've had so much fun already! I'm so glad we're friends! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Getting to know you and make so many fun and interesting things together has made 2022 a good year indeed!

Merry Christmas 🤭 and a Happy New Year as well 🎉To 2023 and our continued friendship!

First big illustration of the year for my wonderful friend @belltrigger !

Thank you for being such an amazing buddy guy. It’s amazing that we only met last year, yet we mesh so well! I am so glad to know you, and to be a collaborator with you, making up little stories with our favorite train men!

Merry Christmas (lmao) and happy new year! Our friendship means a lot to me!

Read a ficlet set in this little AU (an Amnesia game + Bot Emmet AU crossover) here =>

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