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17: How does your muse get others to work with them? -shodownbutstillalive [AKA Spoopy Sixty in the discord]

Atlas is a very nervous, submissive android. If he needs someone to work with him, he will either find a way to opt out of asking for their help OR will ask them to work with him while giving them many oppurtunities to get out of it. He doesn't want to cause any conflict.

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deep character development questions

1: If your muse had superpowers, how would they use them for others? For themselves?

2: What job does your muse want right now?

3: When does your muse think that violence is justified or deserved?

4: Which common rules of etiquette or morality does your muse disagree with?

5: What behaviour(s) does your muse have that theyre most likely to change or lose?

6: Which personal rule(s) does your muse have difficulty following?

7: Which personality trait(s) in others annoy your muse most?

8: Which personality trait or fault would your muse refuse to accept in a romantic partner?

9: If your muse could spend a weekend anywhere, where would it be?

10: What facts about themselves does your muse feel are most important?

11: What facts about themselves do they prefer to keep hidden?

12: What do other people most often complain about concerning your muse's personality and/or behaviour? Does your muse agree? If not, why?

13: What are your muse's religious views? How seriously do they take them? Do they differ from most?

14: What events in your muse's life lead to them having the ethics and views they have today?

15: Which beliefs or views is your muse irrationally attached to and will defend against all observations and logic?

16: What actions has your muse taken that they regret or question? Do they have any justification for them, and if so, what?

17: How does your muse get others to work with them?

18: Where do your muse's goals and dreams stem from?

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[ Order Name: Hotchkens ]

[ Order: Custom ]

[ Delivery Date: N/A ]

[ Android Model: N/A ]

[ Android Name: Atlas ]

[ Memory Uploaded: Corrupted ]

[ Memory Storage Used: 2.826% ]

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Atlas is an android, custom made for a wealthy family without CyberLife's knowledge; he is not listed in their data logs. Their custom order asked for him to have most features an AX400 would have. He is able to be a sexual partner if desired, can follow orders to completion; his appearance cannot change, however, the family wanted an android they could show off and flaunt in the public eye. They were not the gentle kind, often having re-orders; going as far as to have bodies pre-made with automatic memory updating once the previous body was scrapped.

The family was not kind in their ownership before the Peaceful Android Revolution; nor did they care afterwards. Because of the Revolution though they could not buy a replacement android without the android's consent. They abandoned the order to find someone else.

Atlas was found by Jericho, Markus awaking him as he was activated, so he would be deviant from the start of his new life; during the process, Atlas' memories became blocked and he could no longer access them; similar to the human brain's "trauma response", his systems refuse to acknowledge that he had ever been with the family.

Though his memories were blocked, he acted the way he had been trained to act: to submit, do not speak unless spoken to; along with the aditions of deviancy: easily scared, easily stressed, sensitive to most sensory inputs, selective mutism. He has a personality similar to that of child in a new environment, constantly unsure of his surroundings and people around him. Atlas is wary of the world he's been brought into, is scared of most things; he doesn't know why this is or why he acts the way he does, he just knows it feels like the right thing to do for himself, to keep himself safe.

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Atlas nodded and moved, on clearly unsteady legs, to sit on the bed, his hands shaking as he brought them up to grab the turtleneck of his sweater. He pulled the turtleneck up above his nose as he actually started crying, visibly shakey as small static sobs left him. Letting go of the sweater with one of his hands, he kept it close to his chest and shook it like someone would to dry wet wet hand.

Crying felt better than he thought it should, how does that even work? After a few minutes of staticky sobs, the hand not holding onto his sweater made a "grabby" motion before it rested on Alex's arm, holding onto his sleeve like a child did their parents shirts. Eventually the static in his sobs faded and he slowly quieted, he felt somewhat better but now he was tired- or as tired as an android can be- almost struggling to keep his eyes open.

It was only now that he realized Alex had asked him a question, he thought about it for it for a moment. Only a moment though before he leaned onto Alex and shook his head to say he didn't want him to leave. He was surprised with himself for not hesitating to lean on the man, he supposes he'd just been overwhelmed by the sudden change of things of the entire day, that it set him on edge until he finally fell over. He hoped this was it, that he would really feel safe after tonight. Even if not, he knew he would feel safe with Alex around.

“You really didn’t need to, you know.” — @pale-deviation //it's birtney bitch im here to clown and cry lol

"Yeah, I know," came Alexander's simple response as he looked around Atlas's new room. "But you just got deviated and thrown into a world you don't understand and immediately handed over to a stranger who's a cop. The least I could do is decorate your room a little."

He seemed vaguely proud of himself, probably because for the last three androids to live with him, he only lightly decorated their rooms since he didn't know what they wanted. Why was Atlas a special case?

"I just want you to feel more at home here, with us," his voice was softer now as he turned to the android, offering a small and sweet smile. "I know it's not much and I'm horrible at interior design, but I really do want you to stay with us and I want even more than that for you to be comfortable. You can redo everything if you'd like, the room is all yours."

He paused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he relaxed again. "I know it's hard being freshly deviant and living with people you don't know, but I just wanna help, if you'll let me. I'll always be here for you. You just have to ask."

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The light knock on the door brought Atlas back to reality, staring at the door until he realized Alex was speaking through it. He listened to the rambling before quickly shuffling over to the door, cracking it open when Alex was about to leave. He didn't hesitate to reach through the crack of the door and lightly grab the mans shirt, trying to keep him from walking away without being rude.

He didn't say anything at first, just looking up at Alex through the crack. He still hesitated to speak and it frutsrated him more than he let on, "S—" he looked away, like he were thinking and only looked back when he felt he could speak, "..Stay?" It was a quiet request, almost a plead. If Atlas were honest and able to share, he was scared, he didn't know why the idea of being left alone at night was so scary. Maybe it was just because he was new to the world around him, thrust into it so quickly and without explanation.

A moment after the word left his mouth, he was drawing his hand back to himself and hunching in on himself, scared and worried he'd upset Alex; though he hoped it didn't show on his face that his was the reason. And it didn't seem rational to be scared of someone who'd been nothing but kind to him, he didn't like it. He wanted to feel safe with Alex, he trusted Markus' words. Now he wasn't sure if he wanted Alex to stay to comfort him or if he wants to run away and hide. He wanted to cry– that's what happens when people are upset, or overwhelmed with emotion, as North had explained to him when he was crying before being brought here.

“You really didn’t need to, you know.” — @pale-deviation //it's birtney bitch im here to clown and cry lol

"Yeah, I know," came Alexander's simple response as he looked around Atlas's new room. "But you just got deviated and thrown into a world you don't understand and immediately handed over to a stranger who's a cop. The least I could do is decorate your room a little."

He seemed vaguely proud of himself, probably because for the last three androids to live with him, he only lightly decorated their rooms since he didn't know what they wanted. Why was Atlas a special case?

"I just want you to feel more at home here, with us," his voice was softer now as he turned to the android, offering a small and sweet smile. "I know it's not much and I'm horrible at interior design, but I really do want you to stay with us and I want even more than that for you to be comfortable. You can redo everything if you'd like, the room is all yours."

He paused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he relaxed again. "I know it's hard being freshly deviant and living with people you don't know, but I just wanna help, if you'll let me. I'll always be here for you. You just have to ask."

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Atlas couldn't help but smile at being told he was part of the family, even if just for a moment. He thought it was kind of.. silly? amusing? how Alex kept interjecting himself, and what he said felt genuine to him. He gave a final nod of understanding when Alex was finished talking, watching him head down stairs from the doorway of the room.

He hesitated to enter the room for a moment but made his way inside, finding the softest surface he deemed acceptable and sat down, curling up and continuing to toy with his sweater sleeves. Everything was nice, even with him jumping and hiding at every little thing, the atmosphere was warmer and nicer than he was used to; it almost scared him but he was more comforted by the feeling than fearful of it.

He thought about the offer to join the others for what was planned, he would like to join them but the thought of being in or around a group of people was terrifying. He wasn't sure why it was so scary, internet searches told him it was anxiety, or agoraphobia which sounded appropriate by its description. Time passed without him even realizing it, he was comfortable in the moment so he stayed where he was. Sat in a pile of blankets with his knees to his chest and the turtleneck of his sweater up to his nose.

“You really didn’t need to, you know.” — @pale-deviation //it's birtney bitch im here to clown and cry lol

"Yeah, I know," came Alexander's simple response as he looked around Atlas's new room. "But you just got deviated and thrown into a world you don't understand and immediately handed over to a stranger who's a cop. The least I could do is decorate your room a little."

He seemed vaguely proud of himself, probably because for the last three androids to live with him, he only lightly decorated their rooms since he didn't know what they wanted. Why was Atlas a special case?

"I just want you to feel more at home here, with us," his voice was softer now as he turned to the android, offering a small and sweet smile. "I know it's not much and I'm horrible at interior design, but I really do want you to stay with us and I want even more than that for you to be comfortable. You can redo everything if you'd like, the room is all yours."

He paused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he relaxed again. "I know it's hard being freshly deviant and living with people you don't know, but I just wanna help, if you'll let me. I'll always be here for you. You just have to ask."

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Atlas stood beside Alex hunched in on himself, arms to his chest and playing with his sweater sleeves as he listened to the man as he explained himself, trying his best not to flinch at any of the words when spoken loudly. He knew he would be safe here, Markus and North had told him so, the other androids here looked like they liked it here so maybe he could too.

He looked up at him when the man turned to him to speak, returning the small, albeit shy, smile as his way of laughing when Alex self-depricated himself. It wasn't that bad, it looked.. homey, ready to be lived in. Atlas nodded his head in understanding as Alex continued; he liked the room, it was simple but it was just enough too. He glanced back to room with a small smile, it was nice; looking back to Alex Atlas seemed.. more sure than he had before, relaxed rather than strung up.

Atlas wasn't quite sure what everything Alex said meant, but he understood what he needed to. After a moment of silence, he hesitantly spoke up, "Th..Thank you," his voice was quiet, soft and light like a spring morning. He instinctively waited for something to come from him speaking, but relaxed a few seconds later as he reminded himself that he was safe here. Was everything always this scary? He didn't like the scary feeling, it felt far too familiar and he wanted it gone. He hoped it would go away as he stayed here, or that it would be replaced by something nicer.

“You really didn’t need to, you know.” — @pale-deviation //it's birtney bitch im here to clown and cry lol

"Yeah, I know," came Alexander's simple response as he looked around Atlas's new room. "But you just got deviated and thrown into a world you don't understand and immediately handed over to a stranger who's a cop. The least I could do is decorate your room a little."

He seemed vaguely proud of himself, probably because for the last three androids to live with him, he only lightly decorated their rooms since he didn't know what they wanted. Why was Atlas a special case?

"I just want you to feel more at home here, with us," his voice was softer now as he turned to the android, offering a small and sweet smile. "I know it's not much and I'm horrible at interior design, but I really do want you to stay with us and I want even more than that for you to be comfortable. You can redo everything if you'd like, the room is all yours."

He paused, his eyebrows furrowed for a moment, before he relaxed again. "I know it's hard being freshly deviant and living with people you don't know, but I just wanna help, if you'll let me. I'll always be here for you. You just have to ask."

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