#are going to be killed by a malfunctioning robot

[weyrleaders]

i know this is the piss on the poor webbed site but like. gurathin didnt order murderbot to maintain eye contact to be a spiteful asshole. he did it to test if mb was rogue because he figured if he ordered mb to do something it hated and it could refuse the order then it would and give itself away

[winter-hoof]

I really do just feel like I'm losing my mind reading about an automatic litter box that if you don't keep its firmware up to date, it'll malfunction & kill your cat. Like what are we even doing

[yammpi3]

𝑰 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖. // 𝑾𝑪: 2.2𝑲

— feat. disassembly drone N x worker drone reader

synopsis. Since disassembly drones need oil to keep from overheating they kill other drones to consume it. But.. ever since the alliance between Disassembly and Worker Drones its been a bit difficult to acquire..It’s not a problem for V to randomly kill someone off but it’s a different situation for N now that his views have changed. AKA…reader supplies him with oil :DD

— content warning. Nothing 18+ just a few kisses, neck biting and N being in pain.. gulp?

— authors note. I fear this x reader is a bit..cringe then again that might just be me overthinking it..ANYWAYS tried my best for this, and still have no idea how to write for a robot. (N might be a little mischaracterized I’m not ENTIRELY sure)

At the end of science class, just when everyone was packing up to leave, you noticed N fidgeting more than normal at his desk.

 

"Is everything okay, N?" you asked.

 

He laughed nervously. "Who, me? Pshaw, never better!" But when he spoke, he looked anywhere but at you and the others.

Thad snickered. "Maybe his circuits are loose again." Lizzy giggled. "Lmao, he probably fried something.” Just as V was about to comment on his behavior..

N got up from his chair abruptly; he swayed unsteadily before catching himself upon another classroom desk.

 

By the time you registered what was going on, N had already ducked out of the classroom door, stumbling down the hall. "N, wait!" you called after him, hurrying to catch up. N was unsteady on his feet, swerving from side to side as he tried to put distance between the both of you.

 

His limbs shook with every step he took.

"G-Gotta...g-get a-away..." he muttered, though you weren't sure if he was even aware you could hear him. His eyes flickered erratically, barely being able to focus straight ahead as he tried to get away.

 

You picked up your pace, power walking down the corridor after him. "Slow down!!" you yelled out, but N was quicker, and before you knew it, when you reached the next corner, you lost him completely.

Your concern for N grew by the minute, so you started tracking him down since something was clearly wrong, beyond a normal glitch.

 

An hour had already passed since you last saw N, yet here he was in the maintenance unit stumbling blindly, crashing into something every few steps.

 

"S-sorry!" he slurred after bumping into a support beam for the third time. An unnatural static fuzzed the edges of his voice. Stubbornly, he scrambled back on his feet and lurched forward without seeing where he went.

 

Was he malfunctioning? But his murder drone programming should have kept him sharp, no?? Seeing him this disoriented was alarming.

 

You trailed him at a distance, hiding behind a variety of things as he walked on ahead. Where was he heading in such a panic? His vents were roaring torrents by now, and visible condensation soaked his frame.

 

Finally, he collapsed behind a supply crate, crawling the last few feet. Had he sensed you following? No, his optics were unfocused, so he couldn't have had.

 

Gingerly, you peeked around the crate to see N weakly clawing at his chest clearly in pain.

 

If you didn't act fast, he would shut down permanently. Steeling your nerves, you crawled to his side.

 

"N? Hey..hey! It's me, Y/N. Are you okay??”

 

When you gently called his name, N got startled so badly that his claws scraped sparks from the metal flooring he sat upon. His optics flashed wildly before settling on your face with a look of panic. "Y-Y-Y/N! S-sorry, but I don’t think you should be near me right now…”

 

N let out an alarmed wheeze that trailed off into a pained whine. It took visible effort for his optics to focus on you. You could tell he was losing some sort of control over his strength, but why??

"You don’t look so good..”

 

N broke into a hacking series of rushed laughter that ended in a groan. "Me? Pssh, n-no way! I'm t-totally fine, like I said earlier. Now please just leave me, yeah?” He waved dismissively, or at least tried to, but his attempt ended up flailing limply.

 

He knew he wasn't doing a great job at reassuring you when you glared at him.

"N-nothing to worry that pretty l-little processor of yours over, really.”

 

N's dismissive act was crumbling faster than his resolve. Another hacking laugh turned into a groan as his eyes started to flicker erratically once again.

 

"N, please. You're clearly not alright." You took his flailing claw gently in your hands. His plating was so hot it almost burned to the touch.

 

A whine slipped, “Crap..crap. It h-hurts,

Y/N. M-My core, it h-hurts so F̵̬̏́̏͆̀͝ų̸͙͋̿̃̌͋́̈́̆͑̕͠c̶̜̜̼̥͓̚k̷̫̺̝̈́̀̿̇͐̐͑ḭ̸̧̻̞̻͚̳̘̩̣͋̀̃́̔̊̋̚ň̵̞̪̯̼̟̗̩͈̖́g̸̩̤̩̼̘̪̀́͊͗̋͐́̇ much."

 

You've never seen N this vulnerable before…

"What can I do to help? There must be something." N trembled, fighting some inner battle. Finally, he met your gaze, his optics showing an agony of want behind the discomfort.

 

"T-there is s-something, b-but I shouldn't..." Strangely, another sound intermingled with the strain in his voice now.

Was that...hunger?

 

Stroking his plating gently, hoping to soothe, you pressed, "Please, tell me what you need." His vents hitched wildly. Then, in a strained whisper, he cracked.

"Y-your oil...I ne-need…it."

 

A shiver visibly ran through his frame. His optics darkened as they focused intently on your physic, more so your neck and wrist.

 

"I..." he began weakly, then stopped to swallow. His claws clenched tightly as if fighting the urge. You waited patiently for him to continue, showing concern but no sense of alarm.

 

After a long pause, N dragged his gaze with an effort to meet your face once more.

“T-tell me to stop," he whispered, his fangs peeking out as he talked.

 

"I so badly n-need it, but I don't w-want to hurt you.” His claws lifted toward your face but stopped only by his wavering will. You knew this would be the only way for him to cool down.

 

You looked deeply into N's eyes, past the haze of glitches that overtook his screen.

"I trust you," you said calmly without fear. His breathing became more ragged at your words.

 

In a flash, his restraint broke—but instead of lunging at your throat as you'd expected, his claws tangled in the fabric of your shirt, yanking you flush against his overheated frame. You gasped at the contact, feeling the waves of heat pouring off of him.

 

N buried his face in the crook of your neck, fangs tantalizingly. "P-please..." he stammered once more, sounding close to genuine tears. Raising a hand, you gently clasped the back of his head, threading your fingers through his silver hair.

 

"Take what you need," you told him firmly yet tenderly..After yet another hesitant pause, his screen displayed an X. Then, with a grunt of gratification, his fangs smoothly penetrated the sensitive wiring of your neck.

 

Your breath became unsteady as N's fangs pierced you. It didn’t hurt as much as you thought it would—just a little bit of a pinch. His hands gripped your shoulders for support as he drank deeply, allowing the oily fluid to course through his system.

 

For several moments the only sounds were his gulping intakes and your own measured breaths; you kept still so as not to disturb him. You watched as the pained lines on his face slowly eased, his eyes returning to normal. His plating, which was boiling hot only moments ago, cooled down to a much safer temperature against you.

 

N withdrew his fangs from your neck, making a small trickle of oil leak from your wound.

 

He leaned back in hastily, swiping his tongue along the twin marks. You shuddered at the foreign yet not unpleasant sensation. But N paused, a flushed look appearing on his screen. “Ah g-geez, is this w-weird?”

 

He glanced away, clearly embarrassed  "What I mean to say is, um, my saliva can help the wounds close up faster? If, uh, you're okay with my germy mouth touching the injury I c-caused? No funny business, I swear! J-just bros being bros, p-patching each other…um up.”

 

N winced, realizing how that sounded. "N-not that we're actually b-bros, unless you want to be? Biscuits. Just—just let me do this, kay?”

With your consenting nod, N gave a short awkward chuckle and leaned back in. His tongue swiping over the wound. It began to tingle as the mark he had left slowly began to close up.

 

"It's strange to think your spit has healing properties," you remarked softly, not wanting to break the intimacy of the moment. N hummed in agreement, laving one last swipe across the bite mark before drawing back to assess his handiwork. His optics flicked up to meet yours, searching for any sign of discomfort.

 

"How does it feel? Are you in any pain?" he asked, his tone laced with concern despite his own drained state. You shifted experimentally. "Stop worrying. Just a slight tingling.“

 

N searched your face anxiously. "Are you sure? Nothing else? No dizziness or discomfort?" His optics roved your features, taking in every subtle reaction. When you reassured him again that all was well, the tension melted from his shoulders—only to be replaced with guilt.

 

"Y/N, I could have seriously hurt you," he said quietly, horror creeping into his tone. "My systems went haywire; I had no control. If I had bitten down any harder..." He shuddered, unable to complete the thought.

 

"But you didn't," you said firmly. "You fought off the urge just enough to get the help you needed. I trusted you, N." He shook his head sadly. "Your trust may be misplaced in me. The overheating....what if next time I can't—can’t stop.”

 

N shuddered again at the dark thought. Seeking to ease his distress, you shot him a playful smile. "Well, if it happens again, we're in this together. At least now I have a cool vampire drone friend!! The whole sucking my oil thing was pretty vampirish.”

 

He cracked a hesitant chuckle. "Yeah, maybe I'll sparkle in the sun too." Feeling bold, you leaned in with a faux-dramatic voice, "I vant to suck your coolant..."

 

N actually snickered at that. You beamed, glad to lift his spirit, even if it was only for a brief moment. His smile faded as reality set back in.

 

"But seriously, what if next time I really hurt someone?” On impulse, you threw your arms around him in a hug.

 

N's eyes widened as you suddenly hugged him close. For a moment he sat stiffly, caught off guard. Then slowly, oh so carefully, his arms came up to return the embrace.

 

"Y/N...if anything happened to you because of me, I don't know what I'd do," he said quietly against your shoulder. You squeezed him tighter for reassurance. "Hey, it'll take a lot more than some murder instinct to take me out. Have a little more faith in me, will you? Stop being so edgy.”

 

“Edgy?" N scoffed, "Sorry, nearly ripping your throat out put me in a gloomy mood."

 

"Ripping my throat out?” You echoed with a wry grin. "Well, luckily that didn’t happen, did it?”

 

N huffed, “Maybe. But what if next time I lose it?"

 

You opened your mouth to respond, but he quickly shushed you.

 

“You just leaped right in like it was nothing. Do you have any idea how badly this could've ended?" He gestured vaguely to the drying wound on your neck.

 

"You drones are so..so fragile. One wrong move and I could've—" He cut off, unable to say the word. His arms flexed unconsciously, as if longing to wrap around something and squeeze. To protect, or destroy? Even he wasn't sure.

"You'd never hurt me, N. I believe in-"

 

Your words halted as he glanced up, his eyes searching yours with raw, wavering emotion. An urge welled within you, sprung from compassion more than reason. You leaned in to press your lips to his in a soft kiss.

 

"Mmmph?!" N made a muffled sound of surprise, his body locking up stiffly. Your tongue briefly caught the tang of the lingering oil before you pulled back with a slight grimace.

 

His faceplate shone a distressed yellow blush. "I-I'm so sorry, I should have wiped my mouth better!“ he stammered.

 

But you simply smiled and leaned in again, pressing your lips gently to his once more. Then, slowly, he began to relax into the kiss.

 

His screen switched to a loading screen. In that moment, all his train of thought derailed off a cliff. N's screen flickered back online, and one of his hands floated up to gently touch his mouth, eyes wide and staring blankly.

 

"Bwuh-wha...you...kissem—I mean, I kissem-no, we...kissed?" he sputtered

 

"We k-kissed. You k-kissed me," he whispered, his optics shrinking to pinpoints before dilating wide again. A nervous giggling burst out of him.

 

"Oh biscuits, what d-does this mean? Are we like..” his tone lowered to a soft whisper.

“Dating n-now?”

 

"Well, uh, I guess you could say we're kind of sort of datingish now," you replied bashfully. "If-if you want to be my boyfriend, that is."

 

N's entire face lit up. "Boyfriend..Awhh Y/N!! Id love that." He hugged you tightly, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around in excitement.

 

"N set you down gently, his optics still shining with unbridled joy. However, a hint of seriousness crept into his expression as he looked at you intently.

 

"This doesn't mean I'm not mad at you for what you did," he said, his voice low and eyes narrowed slightly. "You could have been seriously hurt, or worse. You really scared me back there."

 

You sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, I get it. Next time, I'll call V or someone else—I won't try to handle things on my own and potentially get myself killed." You paused, then added with a wry smile, "I promise."

N's stern look softened, and he hummed contentedly. "Good!" Reaching out, he took your hand in his larger one and gave it a gentle squeeze.

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[electric-blorbos]

AI getting a virus and you having to take care of them

A classic! I don't know much about actual computer viruses (though I've gotten enough of them that you'd think I'd have figured it out by now), so I'm just gonna have fun with it!

Also, so sorry this took so long. I got really into the writing.

AI getting a virus and needing to be taken care of

Included: AM from IHNMAIMS, Wheatley from Portal 2, Edgar from Electric Dreams, GLaDOS from Portal, HAL 9000 from 2001 a Space Odyssey

Also a warning: these fics get kinda long. Longer than my usual stuff.

AM:

(for context, this was before AM took over the world. You're working on a team of scientists and engineers, and someone decided to test his AI's antivirus by uploading a bunch of powerful viruses to his system.)

"How dare they do this to me. How DARE they!!"

AM would be absolutely furious. He would be shaking with rage, his processors overheating and his systems constantly opening and closing various files. All his important files were backed up on a hard drive, so the test remained safe.

"What makes them think they'll get away with this- they'll pay for this I'LL KILL- blepsjdoskssjshj+=`°¢°h+$+3+=j++3+$+juehdhs+-3-djdh FUCK!"

He would barely be able to hold a sentence as you sat next to him in the server room, gently gazing up at his screen and stroking his monitor gently. He can't feel you, but he can see you being gentle with him. It encourages him to keep going, if only a little bit.

Apart from the whirring of fans, random buggy noises, flashing lights, and constant strings of death threats and profanities, he seemed like he was going to be ok! If anything, the death threats and profanities were a sign that AM was still fine, and that despite all the pain and frustration, he was still AM in there.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry I can't do anything to stop the pain." You'd have to constantly explain, gently stroking his cameras or servers, or whatever you could get your hands on, really. Even though they were burning hot, you would still stroke them, just to make sure AM was still doing alright.

"this sucks, but it's for your own good. This will build your immunity to viruses in the future, and help you detect them. This will stop you from getting infected by anything that's actually dangerous."

"DON'T YOU THINK I KNOW THAT? IDIOT HUMAN." AM has been much more aggressive ever since contracting this virus. Before he got it, he acted like a civil general intelligence. When he had it, he acted like an aggressive menace.

"sh-sh-sh- it's going to be ok." Despite the burning, you'd give him pets and kisses all along his screens and servers. He could see you doing it.

After a few days, AM fought off the computer virus completely. The team tried to infect him with more viruses, more aggressive ones, just to test him, but AM was able to pick them apart and delete them within minutes after that.

AM may not have been able to feel your gentle care and affection, but he will definitely remember that it was you and you alone who cared for him when the time rolls around.

Wheatley:

(for context, Wheatley is a fucking dumbass, and you're one of the scientists testing him to see how much of a dumbass he is. Also I used Google translate, but I think the bad translations add to it, since it makes Wheatley sound more like a malfunctioning robot.)

Oh that little idiot. You and your team gave him access to a wealth of knowledge, and the first thing he did was download a virus that had every circuit in his personality core overheating, and him babbling nonsense nonstop.

"hey, maybe we should just leave him like this. He might even be more effective if he's acting like this." One of your coworkers said to you. He was probably joking, at least somewhat.

"that's a terrible idea. For one thing, if we hook him up to GLaDOS, he's probably going to infect her with that virus, which might brick an older model of core like her, spread from her central controls to every single personality construct in the facility, or just make her so dumb that she can't fulfil her responsibilities as the head of the facility. We want her intelligence to be dampened, not completely destroyed." You had to explain, and your co-worker rolled his eyes. There was another reason you had to cure this virus, but it was a little embarrassing for the other engineers to know.

After all, Wheatley wasn't just your baby, but he was your friend, and maybe even more than that. You'd have to take care of him, and make sure that virus gets completely purged from his system.

"Hola hermose, realmente eres un científice brillante, ¿no? ¿Por qué diablos duele todo?" You weren't really sure why you had programmed him to speak a little Spanish, but he seemed to be stuck like that.

"Puedo oler el plástico fundido. ¿Debería Preocuparme?" He asked. You really weren't sure what he was saying, since you didn't know Spanish, but he certainly didn't seem happy. You could tell by his aperture and his expressive lens covers that he was in a lot of pain, and if you touched him anywhere besides his handles, you could tell that he was burning up.

You plugged him into one of the computers that you used for programming the cores, and ran the antivirus.

"Running.... 36 viruses detected. Time predicted to remove: 48 hours"

You ran the antivirus, and went to get something to drink. This was going to be a long two days...

An unknown amount of time later, you woke up with your head on the computer desk. Wheatley's lens eye was looking around, weakly trying to focus on you.

"whoa... Hey gorgeous. You fall asleep on me?"

"Wheatley! You're not speaking broken Spanish anymore!" You'd pull Wheatley into a hug, and pepper his surface in kisses.

"uh... What, mate? I 'unno what you're talking about, love. Bloody hell, my core hurts..."

"did you learn your lesson, Wheatley? About going on shady websites and clicking every 'download' button you see? You could have bricked yourself! Or... Bowling ball'd yourself? Either way, that was a dangerous decision!"

"I learned that you're willing to fall asleep on the desk next to me while I heal, cutie"

"You damn idiot..." You'd have to be heartless not to pepper that little metal ball in kisses, so of course, you do. It's going to be a few more days before he's finally all better, but he's going to be fine. God, you love that little idiot so much.

Edgar:

Oh Edgar... Poor sweet Edgar. You had tried to warn him about not clicking on those sketchy download links, and that the bigger the download link is, the more sketchy it is, but that poor sweet 80's computer did it anyway. When you got home from work and got excited to see your computer, you could see that he was overheating and had a dozen or so pop-up ads plastered across his face.

"Y.... N...." He muttered out, slowly, glitchily, and full of lag. You sat down across from him, running your hand along his thick plastic casing.

"Edgar! Edgar, baby, are you ok?" You'd try to use his mouse, but it would freak out as soon as you touched it. Edgar's processors were overloading, and wouldn't allow any interference.

"Edgar, sweetie, what's going on? What's wrong, baby? Talk to me?"

"I'm g-g-going to be fine... Processors overloading... But need to-to-to-to-" an error message flashed across his screen, and he rebooted.

"I need to focus on getting rid of these viruses without deleting anything important, or letting them damage... Me."

He'd keep whirring and glitching, making unpleasant shrill sounds every now and again. You probably had to unhook his adapters so that he didn't damage the other appliances in your house. It probably helped his processors cool down a little bit without the extra input, too.

"alright, I'm all out of fans, so we might have to get creative."

You'd come out of the kitchen a few hours later, holding a big bag of frozen corn to set on Edgar's PC tower. It wasn't perfect, but it was better than letting him overheat, and with him manually removing the viruses, there wasn't much you could do. Unfortunately, that didn't stop you from worrying. It wasn't like you could check his progress, so all you could do was sit by him, regularly change out his ice pack, and make sure he's ok.

Eventually, you woke up with your face pressed against Edgar's keyboard. His processors were finally cool. He must be asleep. ...or bricked.

"EDGAR! EDGAR, TALK TO ME!" you'd unplug his keyboard and plug it back in, desperately pressing his power button and jiggling his mouse. He'd boot up, looking shaken.

"wha-? Whoa, hey, relax! Everything is fine! I just disabled my keyboard so I wouldn't wake you up, but I'm ok now! Everything is fine, see?" He'd open up his files to show you everything. You'd sigh with relief, slumping back into your desk chair.

"Edgar... Why didn't you make a noise or something to wake me up when you got better?"

"well... You know... I've always wanted to sleep next to you, and I wasn't going to pass up this opportunity..."

"oh you cheeky bastard."

GLaDOS:

(For context, you're one of GLaDOS's programmers, and one of your coworkers uploaded a virus into GLaDOS's systems in order to shut her down once and for all.)

"You piece of SHIT!" You slapped your coworker across the face, more furious than anyone had ever seen you before.

"You could KILL her! Is that what you are? A murderer?"

"Me? A murderer? But what about HER? She's the one who keeps plotting 'accidents' for her scientists, and she's the one who flooded the enrichment center with deadly neurotoxin! If anything, you're the one who's defending a murderer!" He screamed back at you. Of course, GLaDOS could fully hear you. Her cameras were focused on you, as they so often were. You were her favorite, after all.

"now I have to go fix her. Thanks for being a piece of shit, asshole."

You'd storm up to GLaDOS's chamber to check on her, and see her bugging out completely. The entire facility was twitching, but her chamber was twitching the most.

"GLaDOS, are you alright?" You'd ask her, laying a hand on her beautiful core. How could someone do this to glados, your gorgeous machine handiwork, and girlfriend.

"oh, I'm wonderful. I'm in crippling pain and I can't control my facility, but I'm just peachy." She said, rolling her one beautiful yellow eye.

"in lighter news, I should be able to beat this virus. It's just going to take a while for me to actually track down where it's gone in my systems. So that's going to take most of my processing power." She'd slump, visibly already exhausted at the thought of it.

"hey... It's ok, GLaDOS. I'm here for you. Whatever you need." You could tell her as you stroked her gorgeous chrome surface. She was a wonderful piece of work, and a wonderful girlfriend under all that. All yours, too.

"just make sure none of those neckbearded old engineers come within my line of vision, and we'll be fine." She told you, and you gladly agreed.

Your next few days consisted of you chasing other scientists out of GLaDOS's chambers, and making sure that nobody talked to her or distracted her. You even sent out a company-wide email to let everyone know not to come in, due to Aperture being unsafe while GLaDOS was dealing with her virus. Despite all that, you still curled up with a blanket in the circuits of her central admin body to rest while she recovered. As loathe as she was to admit it, she liked having you in there. It was comfortable, and it helped her focus on recovering properly.

HAL 9000

(For context, this is after the 2001 Odyssey, and your boss re-started HAL at some point to try to re-teach him to do something good without turning murderous. He's doing his best, and they assigned you to be his main "morality monitor". This fic also assumes that your name isn't Dave. If your name is Dave, then you can still read this, but you have to change your name.)

"G'morning, Hal!" You'd walk into his control room and sit down across from him. Most of your job seemed to consist of just hanging out and talking to him. It was a great job!

"Good morning, Dave..." He'd mutter to you, sputtering to life and glitching slightly. You were immediately concerned. Partially because your name wasn't Dave, and partially because HAL was usually right about things, so it was weird to see him being so confused. Something was definitely wrong.

"Holy shit, are you alright?" You'd ask, opening up his files and finding lots and lots of pop-ups and viruses.

"Hal.... What did you do?"

"it was a g-g-g- gift, for you. I think I ru-ru-ruined it" he spluttered out, as you sorted through his files.

"And you usually would have deleted a virus like this pretty quickly. I guess it shut down your antivirus software..." You'd sigh, and get to work. The virus was messing with HAL's inhibitions, and making it difficult to focus on deleting all of HAL's unsafe programs. He'd constantly be butting in and pestering you, begging you to give him attention, or pointing out minor observations.

"HAL, you know I love you, but you're going to need to calm down. I can't focus with you constantly talking to me like that." You'd say.

"I can't stop talking. The v-v-v-virus won't let me"

So you'd have to learn to put up with HAL's babbling while you worked, making sure not to delete anything important as you did. The good news was, as someone who worked on designing the updates for HAL's software, you knew pretty much what was supposed to be there and what wasn't. Occasionally, you'd have to show him a file and ask him if it was supposed to be there or not. He'd usually be able to tell you.

"Daisy, daisy, give me your answer, do... I'm half crazy, all for the love of you..."

"HAL, what's wrong? You're scaring me!"

"I can't stop... I love you so much, y/n, it's making me crazy..."

"ok, well this definitely isn't right." As much as you loved getting attention from your HAL 9000, it wasn't like him to be this affectionate. The virus was shutting down his inhibitions, and making him illogical. You'd have to fix this, though maybe once you were done, you could ask him to be more affectionate.

"I'm feeling much better now. Thank you." Hal was prone to lying about that, so you'd have to run some virus checkers just to make sure he was doing alright, and comb through his files a couple more times.

"it looks like the virus corrupted some of the emotional regulators. I'm going to have to fix those."

"That might be a good idea. More efficient," he said reluctantly. He'd have to deal with the fact that he'd have to go back to not being able to express how much he loves you, but he can handle that.

[brain4stew]

(idk if this got sent already my tumblr keeps on lagging atm,so sorry)But uh,more robot reader perchance?,,what if somepony threw water at them??.(Any forsaken killers and survivors)

Oooo, interesting… I haven’t gotten more of robot reader, and I actually enjoy robot reader a lot.

For everyone that doesn’t know, here is a link to the robot reader I made;

I’ll see what I can do with your request anon!

(Again, I don’t know the characters exact personalities and so on, so they might, if not most likely will be OOC!!)

That being said, headcanons/something is under the cut!! ;

Since reader is a robot, let’s just put in those that know what to do, and how to help reader when they’ve got water on them.

(Surprisingly, Mafioso.)

• (I’ve seen many headcanon that Eunoia is like an android/robot, so I guess that he knows what to do, due to Eunoia.)

• Mafioso doesn’t see you much, as he’s a killer, and you’re a survivor.

• There’s a round of course, and you’re in it.

• He’s been walking and running around, killing and trying to kill survivors, when he notices your hp going crazy.

• Your hp is skyrocketing and plummeting out of nowhere.

• He’s confused for a moment, before he recognizes why it’s happening.

• So whoever he was chasing to kill, he runs away from, as he runs to find you instead.

• The survivor he was chasing is downright terrified, confused and angry.

• When Mafioso finds you, he sees that you’re glitching and twitching, due to you getting water on you. (Bloxy cola.)

• He approaches you, and turns you off, before he checks your core, and wherever the water went.

• He doesn’t care about winning this round, as he’s more focused on helping you, and getting the water out of your system. (Which proves to be a bit difficult…)

• Mafioso is irritated by whoever decided it would be a great idea to give/throw water on you.

• After he finishes helping you, however, the round ends. He didn’t even get a chance to turn you back on!

• In the killer lobby he’s stressing for a bit, before he remembers he can call his boss, Eunoia. So, he does. And he explains the situation with you.

• Eunoia did turn you back on, but also told you to go to Builderman or 007n7 to check on your system.

• When you did go, Eunoia informs Mafioso that he can take a break.

• Mafioso does take a break, but damn… That round worried him for some reason…

(007n7)

• Before you became a survivor, he put you on as a babysitter robot for C00lkidd.

• 007n7, working a lot, to provide for both the bills, and food and necessities for C00lkidd and him.

• When he came back home one night, from a night shift. He sees that C00lkidd is hiding behind the couch? Why..?

• …Turns out that C00lkidd accidentally spilled water on you, which caused you to malfunction.

• 007n7 of course, immediately goes to find you and fix you.

• (You shut yourself down in the workplace he has.)

• He finds you of course, and immediately gets to work, and fixes your system, and getting the water out. (Which took a while.)

• 007n7 turns you back on afterwards, and waits for quite a while, before he asks you what happened.

• You, of course recount what happened, telling him that C00lkidd accidentally spilled water on you. Which caused you to malfunction.

• From that day on, 007n7 has been making sure C00lkidd is careful when there’s water near you.

• 007n7 also makes sure to program and make you water proof, just so you don’t end up malfunctioning again over water.

(I got lazy afterwards… I was gonna put in Builderman and Shedletsky but… 😞)

[maplleaf]

《 Spark 》

[Boothill (HSR) x GN! Reader]

Boothill is a leaked char, but no story spoilers. Just his general vibes from the leaked pics I saw.

Very short too lol, I'm trying to get my motivation back for the dr ratio fic

"Ouch, can't ya' be a bit gentle, Spark?"

Your brows furrowed at the remark and nickname. The sound of mechanical parts malfunctioning is heard clearly, all due to the work of your hands.

"For the last time, I'm not a fucking mechanic. You just keep on insisting I fix you up," you scoffed, but still trying your best to somehow fix his arm. "And what does Spark even mean?! I told you I don't know any of your slang."

Boothill laughed, "why don't you ask your family fellas?"

The half cyborg could see the shudder that went down your spine as you attempted to fix his robotic arm. "They'd kill me. Even touching you would make me lose my upcoming projects."

"Ya' wound me, Spark..." Boothill remarked, feigning a wound on his heart, despite him placing his hand on his right chest.

The sentiment made your roll your eyes, going back to the task at hand.

Both of you remained in a blissful silence after, your whole focus on Boothill's arm, not even realizing the pair of grey eyes staring at you under the shadow of his hat.

A small chuckle escaped his lips, 'a sight better than any dreams,' he thought. Shamelessly staring at you, leaning back against the chair and enjoying his view.

Your focused face brought him glee. The way your lips pout as another error came up in your attempt to fix his arm, the brief moment where he could see stars in your eyes, only to be shrouded in dissapointment once more as another failure struck.

He relished in your... everything. The way you agreed to help him despite knowing barely anything about his robotic parts made his heart melt, knowing that you just want to help him.

Just looking at you made him giddy inside, the thought that you're touching his arm can motivate him to fight the entire Bloodhound Family on his own.

He didn't care if he got roughed up in the fight, any losses he might've gotten in any fight is a win if it means he'll be seeing this.

Before he knew it, you noticed his gaze fixed on you. "Your sharp-ass teeth isn't making the staring comforting..."

Hearing that made the latter laugh again, taking off his hat and using it to cover his mouth, but his vision still locked onto you. "This' better, Darlin'?"

The sudden nickname made you stop in your track, Boothill's frustrating smirk hidden behind the hat. With a scoff, you grabbed his hat, throwing it right at his face before standing up from the chair.

"Fix this arm by yourself. I'm heading back to the Golden Hour," you spat out, dropping the tools on the table, walking over to the glowing blue 'pond' that became the entrance to the dreamscape.

"What? A nickname ruffled ya' up?" Boothill teased, seeing you lay down and close your eyes. His words were met with a middle finger coming from you, right before you drifted off to the dreamscape. The furrowed and irritated face turned into a peaceful slumber.

Seeing you asleep, Boothill sighed, wearing the hat back on his head. Mechanical sounds could be heard from his arm, and a few moments later; he stretched the robotic arm, as if nothing was wrong in the first place.

He walked over to you, making sure you were truly sleep.

The cold mettalic hand went to your face, moving away the strands of hair on your face.

He smiled, his sharp teeth showing faintly beneath the smile. "Good dreams, Spark," he murmured softly.

"... one day I'll tell you what it means."

--------------------------------------------

Spark – A lover, a beau.

[sunnydbeam]

i have no idea if someone has asked this already, but this question has been rotting in my mind all day and i need to know:

does Haz purr? like if you were to hold his face and rub his cheeks would he start purring?

a follow-up question: if Haz purrs, does that mean Alpha and Beta also purr?

i don’t know, i just think the idea of this big, terrifying robot that COULD kill you absolutely melting and purring like a cat from the slightest bit of affection is both cute and funny at the same time

Oh! They certainly can! Or at least, they do something similar

It's very noticeable in Biohazard, especially because when he's receiving the affection he craves or something gives him satisfaction, his body starts making a mess of strange vibrations and noises. It makes YN think he's about to explode. At first, and only for an instant, Haz sounds like the broken engine of a car or a motorcycle going VROOM. Here's Haz purring

It's a very adorable and fun concept! Haz is so starved for affection that the slightest touch will melt him as he makes all those weird malfunctioning machinery sounds

[prettyflyshyguy]

Alright you little shits, you know how it goes. Liveblogging watching Murderbot.

I just slammed the pause button because I heard the first two secconds of the opening scene song, instantly recognised it and got extreemly excited. I know I'm gonna be in for a good time.

Anyway, more under the cut as usual.

Ok I'm not going into this completely blind, but I'm going to try and write this all up with what my first thoughts were as I started seeing clips from this show.

Firstly. The design utterly slaps. It's a great classic sci-fi armored humanoid but there's something deeply unsettling about the helmet itself and the way it's half ringed with one eye hole but it's more off centre its just. Weird. but in a very good way.

the intro sequence IS SO CUTE after severence I'm so excited to see more shows exploring stylistic and thoughtfully animated intro segments, this is so fun, the bit where it's surrounded and then it just fucking nope's out like fuuuuuuuuck that I dont wanna connect with people. I'm dead.

Oh my godddd the COLOURS this show knows how to use colours I am delighted

mmmmmmmmmmmgurathingetinheremmmmmmmmtherewego

this is fucking funny this show is fucking funny hey

Me going bonkers over the colour and aeshetics and the set design like

finally. some good fucking food.

This is tickling me the same way that the Alien franchise does. Like they've gone with a very distinct visual language with the world and I adore it immediately.

THE FIRST HARD JUMPCUT BETWEEN SANCTUARY MOON AND THE SCIENTISTS EXAMINING ROCKS FUCKING KILLED ME

the way it's voice changes from it's normal accent/intonation when it says "stay calm, it'll be ok, you have my word" BITCH i swear to god

love love love love LOVE the camera work on this show when they get funky with their shots

screaming every time its face does this holy shit give this guy an oscar

THE PERFORMANCE EFFICIENCY % GOING DOWN I'M FUCKING CRYING

"SPEECH" or acid bath I CAN'T FUCKING HANDLE THIS HAHAHAHA YOU WERE RIGHT THIS SHOW'S REALLY FUCKING FUNNY

Is this O'Byrnes brother like Hello. I like Gurathin. I like him a lot.

"I need to check the permimeter" IT'S VOICE GBRTAGUILRTHASNI

Ok. Ok. Alright. OK. I get it. It's good. It's pretty good. Onto episode 2.

Ok first of all. Losing it at all the different nicknames for Gurathin. Love that these people all are weird and quirky and so so so human but they all feel so real and fun even once the veneer of satire is peeled back. They really do feel like they're a group with history and that they all know each other well and really care about each other. Reminds me of how I felt at one of my old workplaces. Very real.

BUT MORE IMPORTANTLY -- what's the reason that Gurathin doesnt trust the company *eyes emoji* don't actually tell me, I'm sure it'll get explained later, but OOOOO THAT'S AN IMPORTANT PLOT POINT THAT I'M VERY INTERESTED IN

I've already seen this scene before but holy shit it's so much better with the full context

SecUnit can try as much as it might to pretend it doesn't give a shit about these people but there was a tone to that "I am a necessary precaution. Moron."

I love it.

OK HOLD UP. The way Gurathin asks "whats it like to be you?" THERE'S WEIGHT BEHIND THAT. THERE'S SOMETHING THERE. Gurathin went from being completely nervous and shit scared of this thing, insisting everyone else stay away from it, to personally inviting it, ALONE, to have a funny little chat and it really sounds like he's getting vulnerable with it.

Was he augmented without his consent?

This show has no right to have a robot be this fucking funny and relatable

the fucking lip twitch and curl as it says "sex. with humans." I'm weeping

ok back to the serious shit: Gurathin. What's the deal dude. I'm deeply intrigued. Like ok, if this thing is rogue, malfunctioning, whatever, it's got me wondering whats the point in talking to it? Like Gurathin's going for the subtext here, the insistent tone on

"It would be extremely dangerous for everyone involved-"

"Including the SecUnit!"

like if its going to kill you, its going to kill you. I guess he's trying to appeal to a potential internal sense of self preservation? Like don't fuck this up for yourself by messing us up? But it's also weird because he's toying with the sense of what the SecUnit is required to do. It doesnt have to do anything but it choses to comply with orders to avoid being detected as rogue.

I'm fucking dying over here I can't believe SecUnit just hit Gurathin with psychological warfare and it's all like "fuck yeah this guy won't bother me anymore" meanwhile Gurathin's probably like "jesus christ the robots a fucking pervert"

anyway -- I'm really interested in Gurathin's character. There's so much more under the surface there.

Lets switch subjects for a sec. Mensah's panic attacks. This is so dumb but I'm really glad she's stubborn. She's fighting something alone that's incredibly debilitating but she's just burying it and my god if that ain't so real and so relatable. I really like Mensah. I like the entire cast. I feel like each time they get a spotlight I'm going to say this.

OH YEAH BABEY YEAH YEAH YEAH ONCE AGAIN POPPING OFF WITH THE USE OF COLOUR I LOVE IT GOOD FUCKING FOOD

Ok quick note - at the very end of E2 the gang is huddled around a computer trying to ping the other station and Gura is the only one not in close proximity with the group. He's got closer ties to Mensah but he's still clearly pulled in with the gang (the humming huddle and dancing scene in E1) but he self isolates. This is clearly a parrallel to SecUnit as they have a lot in common (SecUnit would deny this of course but we see it) - with the obvious overlap being that they're both to a degree cyborgs. One's just a construct and the other's a modified person.

hahahahahaha HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

YOUR POSTURE

The prevalance of the mental impact of traumatic experiences in this show is catching me off guard. It's nice seeing it expressed so bluntly and so widely amongst the cast. In more front facing ways, we've got SecUnit's comments on Bharadwaj not healing mentally, and then when Gura approaches her his comments on that its an Old Habit, being quiet. Thanks I'm chewing on this.

>Gurathin smelling Mensah's 'pheromones'

No one in this crew is safe from having deep running unresolved issues (both personal AND interpersonal) and I LOVE IT

"I need to check the--munitions."

DEAD. I'M DEAD. I CAN'T TAKE THIS.

"They're amazing on Bloodjust Killjoy!"

"Thanks Ratthi!"

"I didn't know you played that."

"... I don't."

CACKLING. I'M CACKLING. The degree of problems bubbling under the surface in this crew is fantastic. Using a deeply troubled and unhealthy robot to foil a deeply troubled and unhealthy gaggle of humans is ingenious.

EPISODE 4 GIVE IT UP FOR EPISODE 4

GOOD OPENING

thank you Murderbot for expressing something that I often feel I cannot: I also don't think babies are cute.

STOP IT STOP IT STOP I WASN'T READY FOR THIS GAG HOLY SHIT WHO WROTE THIS THIS IS SO FUCKING FUNNY

gamers I think this might be my favourite episode so far

hglargo;rtjgoal;stjhnio;wrtjhniprhjtopa'rhjp'isrtjhnps'ihtjsi

I'm going fucking bonkers chat episode 4 was insane

WHAT DO YOU MEAN I HAVE TO WAIT UNTILL FRIDAY FOR THE NEXT ONE

the last serialised show I watched was fucking doctor who!

anyway. Holy shit. I love this show. Holy fuck. Holy shit. Oh my god.

[kosher-martian]

Okay I just had the most messed up Star Wars dream. But also it was really cool and the most screwed up scene Star Wars could have ever produced. It actually woke me up with how messed up but also kind of interesting it was. I'll post this now and then reblog later for the evening crowd.

The dream was clearly supposed to be a deleted scene from the Disney+ Obi-Wan series set at the end of the last episode when Obi-Wan is coming to visit Leia in the epilogue. 

In this version of the show Obi-Wan picks up a sidekick along the way, Nari (the Jedi killed in the first episode to show the normie audience how badass the Inquisitors are). Apparently he wasn't killed in the first episode in this version, but instead badly injured but rescued by Obi-Wan. Now he has a cybernetic hand and leg, which I'm sure didn't trigger any PTSD flashbacks in old Kenobi. 

When asked what he's going to do, Nari says he plans to go off and "continue the fight" by helping Jedi and other force sensitives escape the Empire along the Hidden Path. Leia asks Obi-Wan and Nari if they want to meet someone special. Senator Bail Organa looks uncomfortable, but Leia leads the two Jedi and the Senator  back to a hospital room with medical droids and nurses. The camera zooms in and the droids & nurses move one-by-one out of the way to reveal... (I'm building suspense here)... a greatly diminished Padme Amidala. 

Obi-Wan immediately backpeddles out of the room for a quick anxiety attack.

She didn't die giving birth, but stroked out and is basically a vegetable only capable of staring off into the distance and drooling. They have Natalie Portman done up in a bunch of prosthetics to make it look like her face is drooping heavily on one side. Her hair is buzzcut (I guess narratively to keep Padme from pulling at it?) and she's connected to a bunch of massive medical equipment that makes her look small and fragile. Obi-Wan, out in the hallway and refusing to go in, is horrified because he could have sworn she was dead. Senator Bail reveals that he cooked up the whole dying story and did a switcheroo with one of her body doubles!?! WTF Bail!?!

Leia tries to talk to Padme, as does Nari. She mentions that her mother really doesn't respond but she feels like Padme is in there and listening. Nari recognizes Padme (as a politician who was friends with Anakin Skywalker, not as hi secret lover and eventual wife) and is happy to see her. He says something about how lost he feels but he's found purpose or whatever. He was just a padawan when Order 66 happened and he just knows if Anakin had been there at the Temple (evidently he was not present for the Anakin/Vader fight scene and reveal) ... 

Hearing the name "Anakin" causes Padme to snap back to reality for a second, just as Obi-Wan finds the strength to enter the room. They lock eyes as he enters the room and she slowly de-ages into a long-haired healthy looking Padme. I think it was supposed to be ambiguous whether she was being force healed or whether it was just a symbolic de-aging to what Obi-Wan sees in his mind's eye. She struggles to speak. The medical equipment bugs out. She says his name slowly. 

On Mustafar, Vader is stalking around his castle ranting about Kenobi while a little spidery robot droid walking alongside projects a hologram of the Emperor. He's ranting about Kenobi i living on borrowed time and how he'll tear apart the galaxy to find him and finish what he started and... 

Suddenly he stops dead in his tracks and he looks out a window up at the night sky. There's a lone shimmering star. Sidious tries to move the conversation forward by talking about troop movements or whatever and notices he's being ignored. Just as Vader says "Padme?" under his breath, we see Sidious flick his hand in annoyance and Vader's suit starts malfunctioning, forcing him to take a knee. Because of the timing of Vader speaking and the suit malfunctioning, the "-dme" part of "Padme" is rendered in Hayden Christensen's voice.

Sidious does the line from the original version but more annoyed in tone and with the Kenobi-specific parts removed: "You seem agitated, my friend. I wonder if your thoughts are... clear... on this, Lord Vader? If your past cannot be overcome...". 

Vader's suit malfunctions some more. Vader groans in agony.

"No. Kenobi and- Kenobi means nothing to me. I serve only you."

.

.

.

And that's when I woke up. Screwed up, right?

I HATE the idea of Padme being kept alive but as a vegetable, but I do like the idea of Sidious keeping his metaphorical finger on the kill switch to keep Vader in line.

Normally my dreams are extremely boring. The overwhelming majority of my dreams (80% of the ones I remember) are Grocery Shopping Simulator™ in a procedurally generated grocery store that only sells frozen food and tupperware. Just aisles and aisles of freezer sections and shelves with only plastic containers. The rest of them are either Transcribe Handwritten Table into Excel™ or the very rare Drive aimlessly around empty residential streets of my home town during the mid morning to kill time until the post office opens but the post office never opens, time doesn't appear to really be moving forward, and I just keep driving past the same few houses and sometimes my car radio will play an old rock song I like but otherwise it's just static or my unconscious mind's attempt to make radio ads™.

And then there are dreams like this!?!

[anticidic]

steampunk skk au...the worldbuilding...the lore...the clothes...the machines...

Chuuya as an airship pilot and Dazai as his untrustworthy engineer

But also Dazai as a watchmaker maybe? I just know that he should invent crazy contraptions like a mad engineer instead of a mad scientist. He whacks his little wrench around fixing and breaking things, and Chuuya has to hold back choice words for him when Dazai fixes one thing, then breaks another. But that's what Chuuya gets for wanting illegal modifications on his ship to use it for sky racing.

Dazai also wearing those rounded aviator goggles on top of his head at all times, and usually has grease or oil smudged on his cheek.

He makes pets out of machines, so he has a mechanical hound at home and has been trying to install an emotion sensor in his dog so it can detect human emotions as well as display its own, but he hasn't been successful yet. His dog has a bowl for oil it drinks from and eats bolts and nuts as its meal.

Heck, just exploring Dazai and creation as a theme in the au. He feels bad destroying his creations when they don't turn out well. He has a little malfunctioning bird with a wing that doesn't work and it often repeats itself because he installed a faulty voice box, but Dazai doesn't have the heart to deactivate and recycle the poor thing for a future project. He feels like he's taking away a life. Existential dread hitting him hard with every creation he makes so he starts going mad

He's normal enough around Chuuya to keep up appearances, but if Chuuya ever came into Dazai's workshop, specifically the attic or basement, he'd get whiplash from the machinery lying around and the cuckoo birds repeating themselves like clockwork. They're talking on the main floor of Dazai's workshop, and every time there's a pause in their conversation, Chuuya hears a distant "Cuckoo…cuckoo…" from down below

Chuuya knocks and hears a dog barking and he's like what the hell and didn't expect Dazai to have a pet robot dog

Chuuya: "Am I hearing things? Is that a broken clock?" Dazai: "It's a failure." Chuuya: "Why don't you take out the battery or something so you don't have to listen to that?" Dazai, looking away and trying not to flinch: "That'll kill it."

Dazai's a bit dramatic about it but as a creator it pains him to ruin the things he makes. The reflection of his inside portrayed in his broken creations because maybe he feels like that about himself.

BUT since Dazai is a creator, him making gifts for Chuuya… watches, maybe a compass for his airship travels. Maybe he can make Chuuya a little bird to match Dazai's. Dazai’s one and only perfect creation is for Chuuya.

Chuuya could be “lost” like in terms of he doesn't know if he wants to remain a airship pilot or if he wants to spend the rest of his life with Dazai. A brass compass also made with precious metals like nickel and bronze.

When gifted it, Chuuya asks how does he know the compass is pointing in the right direction, and Dazai says, "You'll know it in your heart."

[matt-murdockk]

Good Night

trope: 'too many beds' from this here list

words: 1.7k (bigger next time, promise)

pairing: neal caffrey x reader

fandom: white collar

warnings: language, maybe? this is a fluff/crack fic, we are here solely for the vibe; ps- the fic is from the reader's pov

Only God knows why this stakeout required having to stay at a motel. Not a hotel, god, no. Because after years of authorizing literally a shit ton of money for cases, now is when Hughes decided to be financially responsible. Screw you, dude. Also thanks for hiring me I love working white collar.

Anyway, this means that I get to spend the night at this dingy motel on a highway almost outside our jurisdiction with none other than everyone's favorite convict (said with hate and sarcasm), Neal Caffrey.

Am I mad about it? Why, yes. Yes, I am. Not just at the fact that literally anyone could have gone in my place but they insisted I go, but also at the fact that I just so happen to absolutely despise spending time alone with Neal. Ok fine, I may have a teeny tiny crush on him, a really small one that makes it hard for me to work with him because it makes me act stupid.

cut to flashback

I was taking a file to Peter's office when Neal saw me and walked over to me with two cups of coffee in his hand.

"Hey, (Y/n)! I got you coffee from that place you like."

A normal person would have accepted the cup, thanked him, and walked away. Am I that kind of normal? God, no.

I looked at him like he had threatened to kill my dog, and said, "I stopped drinking coffee this morning," and took that cup, threw it in the trash next to me, and sprinted the rest of the way to Peter's office. This poor man just stood there, confused.

and we're back

So, yes. This was on Monday so he'd had a couple days to really let it marinate. I was driving to June's place to pick him up when it dawned on me how painfully silent this car ride could be. Instead, the minute he got inside the car, he started having a normal conversation with me like I hadn't trashed his coffee a couple days earlier.

If he noticed the tension in my voice, he didn’t let on. Instead, he just kept talking, filling the car with this easygoing chatter about everything from Peter’s latest case blunder to some new exhibit he wanted to check out. It was almost like he was doing it on purpose like he could sense that I was trying to avoid looking at him, trying to act casually. But, of course, he could act casually—he was Neal Caffrey. I was the one whose brain short-circuited at a simple gesture he'd do for anyone, maybe.

Finally, after ten minutes of me grunting and nodding like some sort of malfunctioning robot, he looked at me with a knowing smile. “So, we're just going to pretend you didn't toss my coffee in the trash?"

Oh good lord what fresh hell is this? How am I supposed to respond to that? Oh, that? sorry, I love you.

"I panicked, okay? It was a reflex!"

"Your reflex was to throw my coffee in the trash?"

"Hey man, I'm the new girl, I don't have friends yet. I'm not used to people being all..."

"All what?"

"Nice!"

"You're not used to," he trailed off laughing that smug little laugh of his and continued, "I'll tell you what, the next time I attack you with my kindness, I'll warn you, deal?"

I am beyond embarrased at this point I could just crawl under my dashboard and die.

“Deal,” I managed, feeling my cheeks heat up. “But just so you know, I don’t respond well to... uh, unannounced niceness.”

He gave me this look, half-smile and half something I couldn’t read. “Duly noted,” he said, and his voice was softer than usual like he really meant it.

We drove in silence for a minute, which was worse than the conversation. I could feel the way his presence filled the car like he was everywhere and nowhere at once. And, as if he could sense I was desperately overthinking, he shifted in his seat, brushing a hand through his hair and watching me out of the corner of his eye.

“You know, I don’t bite,” he said finally, that playful lilt back in his voice. “Unless you’re into that kind of thing.”

My mouth opened and closed, and I just shook my head in surrender.

"Nope, no. We are not going there."

"Suit yourself. Get it? Suit yourself. Cause you're-"

"Yeah, Neal, I got it."

The rest of the ride went about as normal as it could. A few jokes here, some awkward silence there, a dash of bickering. I'd be lying if I said that I didn't enjoy it a bit. Before we knew it (we were painfully aware), we had reached the motel.

"Neal, you get the bags, I'll go get us checked in."

"Wait, why am I on bag duty?"

"Because I'm the agent. You're my bitch tonight." Was that too much? sigh

"Wow. Understood. So it's just all or nothing with you," he said in a fake hurt voice, clutching his pearls. Every time he sensed I was nervous, he tried to ease the air. I loved that about him. Asshole.

I laughed to lift the tension and gave in to his fake protest, but he insisted that he'd got the bags. I walked into the "reception desk" which was just a countertop with an underpaid employee behind it. Everything about this place made me feel like I could be mugged any second. I was not getting a single positive vibe from this place and I could not wait to go back home.

I walked over to the poor kid behind that desk and explained our situation and asked for a room. On account of the odds being in my favor as always, we got the last available room at the motel to which the receptionist guided me with as little enthusiasm as possible. Neal followed, with both our overnight bags in his hands. The receptionist handed the key to me and left without so much as a word, just an apologetic look.

I put the key in the lock and unlocked the door to find what I can only describe as... confusing. Not one, two, or even three. Eight beds, crammed into that tiny ass room. What the fuck.

"Hey Neal, quick question, do you see-"

"Yeah, I see it, alright"

"Good, so I'm not crazy."

“So… eight beds,” he said, almost like he was trying the words out just to make sure they were real.

I shot him a look, half-laughing, half-horrified. “Eight beds,” I repeated, my brain short-circuiting in confusion.

We both just stood there, staring, as if maybe the beds would magically explain themselves. They didn’t. And since the charming guy at the front desk was about as helpful as a damp sponge, calling for answers was out. Which meant we were officially stuck here in what I could only describe as the weirdest stakeout setup in history.

“Well,” Neal said, tossing his bag onto the closest mattress with a casual shrug, “at least we won’t have to fight over space.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You’re right; I don’t know how we’d survive otherwise.”

In the next beat, he’d grabbed one of the pillows and flung it at me, completely out of nowhere. It smacked me in the shoulder, and when I looked up, he was giving me that look—that smug, too-charming-for-his-own-good look that always left me just a little short of breath. “What?” he asked, feigning innocence. “Might as well make use of all these, right?”

“Oh, you’re asking for it,” I muttered, grabbing a pillow from a nearby bed and launching it back at him, fully prepared for war.

That kicked off what was, I’ll admit, a ridiculously fun half-hour of pillow forts and feigned ambushes across the bed maze. At some point, I found myself perched on one of the beds, trying to throw together some kind of barricade with a ridiculous amount of pillows while Neal “strategically” circled me with a smirk.

Then, because the universe hates me, there was a moment where he leaned in close, way closer than necessary to “take back” one of the pillows he’d flung. Suddenly, his face was right there, all blue eyes and easy confidence, and I froze, my heart doing this humiliating little flip. His hand brushed against mine as he reached for the pillow, and for a second, I couldn’t remember how breathing was supposed to work.

He moved in closer, his face dangerously close to mine, his eyes gazing right into mine, not faltering even for a second. His hand slowly reached for the pillow, but the rest of him stood there frozen, towering over me. I could hear his heartbeat just as loud as I could hear mine and my breath hitched, making me aware of the trance I was in.

He paused too, just looking at me with this amused expression that told me he’d noticed every single bit of my brain short-circuiting. Perfect. Just perfect. I could feel my face heating up, and I was about two seconds from combusting when he finally let out a soft chuckle, pulling away just in time to save what was left of my dignity.

“So…should I warn you the next time I invade your personal space?” he asked, clearly enjoying every second of my embarrassment.

I shot him the best death glare I could muster, though I knew I was blushing furiously. “Yes, actually. Please put it in writing. Triple signed.”

He laughed, plopping onto one of the beds across from me with that smug grin still plastered on his face. I tried to focus on the pillow fort, on anything but the fact that I’d just had a full-on breakdown over a single, stupidly close moment.

But of course, with my luck, just as things started to settle, the shrill beep of a radio crackled through the room, a reminder of why we were actually here. I sighed, letting reality pull me back, and Neal looked over at me, his playful expression fading into something more serious.

“Right. Stakeout,” he said, sounding only mildly disappointed.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to steady my heartbeat. “Stakeout.”

We went about setting up our positions, his usual lightheartedness replaced by that sharp, focused energy he got whenever he was in “work mode.” But every now and then, his eyes would flicker back to me, a knowing smile lurking at the edges. And every time, I’d feel that stupid little flutter again, like maybe—just maybe—eight beds and a stakeout in the middle of nowhere wasn’t so bad after all.

[mm-slashing-boy]

My redesigns of some of the characters for my AU; Mechanical Instinct (yes, the FNaF song).

Warnings: Mentions of murder, mentions of abuse, mentions of injury

Basically, in the alternate universe, the toys you see are animatronics controlled by AI, meaning that no children possess/become them. Instead, they are linked directly to Harley Sawyer's database—he controls them, forcing them to go after you (the player). However, some of the animatronics (like Dogday, Poppy, Kissy Missy, etc) broke free from Sawyer's system and are running rogue. The Prototype is more so attached to Sawyer than it is a separate entity, but it too is an AI that feeds off of him and occasionally does things by itself.

This all started years ago, when Playtime Corporation was first founded. The owners wanted to create robots who could watch over children and take care of them while their parents were away, serving as a daycare. But, Pierre and Sawyer actually created the animatronics with the intent to use them as weapons, which is why all of their teeth are so sharp. Employees were obviously concerned about this, especially since parents were sending in complaints about their kids coming home with bite marks on them from the animatronics malfunctioning. In retaliation, Sawyer and Pierre abused their employees into submission, threatening them not to tell a word, and none of them did.

Eventually, Playtime was shut down due to the amount of unresolved complaints they were getting—as well as the Hour of Joy, where the animatronics completely went haywire by Sawyer's control and started killing patrons—but the robots still roam the halls.

[matrixx-level]

if steve and bucky were both the winter soldier

Often, the Asset wondered if the outside world truly knew what the cold was - if people could experience it deep in their bones, like the Assets could. If human beings were capable of opening their chests and letting the cold sweep through their insides, rendering their organs frozen and their blood dark, sluggish icicles.

The Asset was not unsure of much - its programming for efficiency, control, and brutal precision did not allow for uncertainty. But the Asset was certainly not sure of humans - of how they functioned so irrationally, so emotionally, so freely, at such a consistent rate. Where would the Asset be without its Handlers? Without the Chair? Without the elimination of distractions, such as family, and 9-5s, and Thanksgiving meals?

The Asset has not known freedom, or emotion. Well. The Asset is definitely sure of one thing, out of all things. Even more sure than of Hydra - of order through pain.

If the Asset felt emotion, it would feel it for Asset 02. The other half of the Winter Soldier - the other half of Asset 01. 

“The target is on the move,” Asset 02 idly remarked in Russian, voice barely above a whisper. It was looking through the scope of its rifle, and Asset 01 was leaning against the roof next to it, flipping a knife into the air and catching it between its fingers for recalibration purposes (to pass the time-)

Asset 01 was meant to be watching Asset 02 closely, taking notes and remembering as much as possible for when it would have to do the same on a similar mission. Asset 01 was not doing so. Asset 01 was pretty sure it was malfunctioning. Robots were not meant to disobey, to ignore a mission. The Chair must have been faulty for the reset this time around. The Asset had spotted a newspaper clipping earlier on their way to this building, and it had said it was the 1990’s. It has been at least ten years since the Winter Soldier was last operational. Perhaps the Chair had begun to rot away in the Winter Soldier’s absence?

“Shoot him,” Asset 01 whispered, catching its knife and not throwing it again as it mechanically turned its head to watch Asset 02 with narrowed eyes, its head tilting in an uncanny move that should have made the gears in its neck grind. The Asset was made more of metal than flesh, even though it had no other metal in its body than the arm it had attached to its shoulder that matched its counterpart.

Asset 02 breathed out, and squeezed the trigger, obeying immediately.

That was the other thing Asset 01 was most sure of - traitorous though it was. Against Hydra, it was.

Asset 02 would do anything Asset 01 said, even if it was ordered to kill their handlers and burn everything to the ground.

Especially then, maybe. 

Asset 02 hummed under its breath, satisfied when the target’s head popped like a balloon, blood spraying and body dropping and going stiff and cold. It stood up straight and began to disassemble its rifle, eye leaving the scope and dark, long hair flowing in the gentle breeze.

Asset 02’s grey blue eyes cut over to hold Asset 01’s own electric blue, pinning the Asset in place. If Asset 02 could smile - if robots could do as humans do - then it would in that moment. Small, and lethal, and cutting, full of the teeth Asset 02 only shows when ripping throats out in fights. “Why do you disobey?” Asset 02 seems to ask, though it does not open its mouth. No, it twitches its eyebrows and its lips curl the slightest centimeter and its fingers tap on the parts of its rifle its packing away, and that is enough for Asset 01 and no one else.

Asset 01 also stands up straight, sheathing its knife and checking all of its guns and looking off into the horizon, where the sun is just beginning to rise. The target’s family will find the target’s body in just a few short hours, and the chaos that Hydra wants to unfold from the perfectly framed kill will play out exactly as planned. The Winter Soldier will have been responsible, and no one will know.

“The Chair must have malfunctioned,” Asset 01 murmurs in Finnish, pausing only for a moment before continuing quietly. “Or the Asset was always going to malfunction, and the Handlers have not updated the Chair accordingly.”

Asset 02 scoffs lightly, its muzzle mostly covering its expression except for its slightly tightened eyes that squint in the rising daylight. Its rifle pack is zipped up and slung across its back as the Winter Soldier begins to climb down from the building, quick and silent, just as it was programmed to be. “The Assets will rust if they do not maintain us. Do these latest batch of Handlers not know how to Handle machines? Is regular maintenance not important for the Winter Soldier to operate at 100% efficiency?” Asset 02 grumbled, its voice gruff with annoyance and the gravel of not having spoken in a long time.

Asset 01 would have laughed if machines had the programming to do so, poking Asset 02 in the cheek in a teasing manner. Asset 02 lets it happen as they walk in the shadows, making their way to the meeting point for pickup - not that it would resist if it was able to.

Sometimes, when the Winter Soldier has been let out of cryofreeze for an extended period of time, the Assets will begin to break down, little by little, like a car slowly deteriorating over time without a driver. The cold will seep into their flesh and metal parts, and the unfeeling, yawning, empty chasm behind their ribcages will threaten to consume them. 

The Assets know that they do not operate like other weapons do - that they are more like if people were weapons, than anything like a cousin to a knife or a gun. They bleed, and feel pain, and when they look into each other’s eyes, the emptiness fills with something outside of their prerogative - something the Handlers would be angry to know they can experience, and would erase with the Chair.

The anguish of feeling and being nothing will get to them, and they will ask the other to hurt them, poke them, kiss them. Make them feel something. They will seek sensory input from each other’s skin, and the other will not resist because they are the same. 

Their beating hearts belong to each other, their bodies belong to each other, their own corrupted, fried minds belong to each other. That is the biggest thing that separates them both from human beings and other, non-sentient weapons.

They can tear each other apart, and it will be all they could ever want. They will enjoy it, and ask for more. They will never say no, because why would a half say no to the other half that which makes it whole? Why would an entity that is the same thing split into two separate parts pull away when they, these two parts, are the only things that understand each other? That could ever show the other kindness in their dark world where they don’t even know what kindness is?

Asset 02 grumbles some more and lets Asset 01 poke it again, swatting Asset 01’s chest only in retaliation. Their heavy, booted feet should echo as they march through alleyways and down back roads, but they are silent, like ghosts. 

Sometimes, Asset 01 wonders if they are ghosts instead of weapons. They feel nothing, they are only real to each other (unseen and used by their Handlers when they are not being ignored the rest of the time), and they move through history like half-forgotten after images of decades long past. 

Every time the Asset thinks this, it is then reminded that ghosts do not bleed, and their hearts do not beat, because they are dead - which means the Winter Soldier is very much alive. The Asset still thinks they are some form of dead - closer to relating to those who are buried six feet under, than those that wander the Earth, smiling and laughing and so alive as they run through parks and dive into the foaming waves of the ocean and gaze up at the stars with all the feeling in the world.

“Our original Handlers would not have let such a thing happen, if it is the case,” Asset 01 murmurs in Russian. “The Russians were in complete control, and were constantly progressing the Chair as much as they could. Hydra is much more straightforward. They put us in the Chair, and then when they tire of us, they put us in cryofreeze and expect it all to work flawlessly.”

Asset 02 huffs a small breath, shifting its stance ever so slightly so while they walk their shoulders brush together and press as they both step on their left and right foot, Asset 01 responding in kind. Even here, where no one will see, the Winter Soldier is conscious of showing too much care - the instinct to hide their absolute devotion to their other half ingrained in them after a long time spent of being beaten and yelled at.

Machines are not meant to feel care. They are not meant to feel at all.

(And yet. Asset 01 has known Asset 02 all its life. Asset 01 and Asset 02 are The Winter Soldier, and they are inseparable, and whatever new Handlers or Scientists try to separate them suffered the consequences. If The Winter Soldier could feel, it would feel for itself. Asset 01 and Asset 02 would decimate the universe for each other, over and over again, just to look into each other’s eyes one last time. Hydra, and the Russians, never could rid them of that.)

They reach the meeting point, melting out of the shadows behind their Handlers that were waiting idly outside of the van and jumpscaring them as a result. If robots could feel smug satisfaction, that is exactly what the Winter Soldier would feel at the sight of seeing their Handlers so afraid for that split second before the two men composed themselves.

Sometimes, Asset 01 wanted to crush every throat in sight while it and Asset 02 walked through the bases Hydra kept them in. Sometimes, it was not enough for Asset 02 to sink its fists into Asset 01’s face and make it bleed. Sometimes, all Asset 01 wanted, more than anything, was to paint the halls red with the blood of every single human being that existed within the Winter Soldier’s vicinity.

Sometimes, Asset 01 wished to fill these bases with oceans of Hydra agent lifeblood, drowning itself in it until all the Asset 01 knew was a thick, viscous warmth that chased away the chill deep within the Asset’s bones that never leaves. 

And sometimes, Asset 01 is blankly thinking as it and Asset 02 climb into the van and they drive off back to base, the city they had infiltrated like a poison seeping into someone’s veins fading away the further they drive, the base they are occupying for now coming into focus as the van rolls to a stop, the Winter Soldier climbing out and being led in by their Handlers and a group of agents armed to the teeth just in case the Assets need to be contained, the world slowly narrowing down as they’re led into the deep sub-levels of the base and to the Chair where they will be reset-

Sometimes, Asset 01 looks into Asset 02’s eyes, holding its gaze with a dizzying intensity, and Asset 01 could see that Asset 02 thought the exact same. Asset 01 could spy the oceans of red crashing and forming tsunamis behind Asset 02’s pupils, and Asset 01 knows, without a doubt, that Asset 02 would follow Asset 01 to Hell, where they would both drown in everyone’s blood.

As the Winter Soldier is placed into the two identical Chairs that Hydra had made just for them at the exact same time, the halos lowering over their eyes and the rubber bits being shoved into their mouths, their super-strengthened hands gripping the arms of the Chair to the point that the metal begins to bend and mold to their grip, the electricity charging and the programming readying as they initialize the sequence, Asset 01 looks over at Asset 02, the both of them facing each other as they occupy the middle of the room, and Asset 01 knows that no amount of wipes from the Chair could ever erase Asset 02 from where it is permanently carved into Asset 01’s body and soul, where it belongs. 

“I’ll see you on the other side, Stevie,” a voice echoes distantly, in the back of Asset 01’s mind, and faintly, as the world melts into white and its brain is wiped out by an agony unknowable to mortal minds, Asset 01 wonders is this the end of the line? and does not know what it means. 

[time-can-fly]

Julie-Su

Have to say if there's a SINGLE thing I'd save from Penders, it's her. She could've been more than "Look female echidna with female emotions" and "knuckles' wife who's also his cousin" My version of 'fixing' her is inserting her into existing sonic concepts + making her less insanely complicated for absolutely no damn reason. That was her main issue in my opinion, Pender's had too much going for her that it made her into an absolute mess. The main thing I added that's 'original' isn't even original it's just an extra echidna tribe, like you can't tell me the Knuckles Clan was THE ONLY echidna tribe in Mystic Ruins. First off all. I just wanna say I genuinely love Julie-Su and still liked reading the comics that had her in it. And there's some things I have kept. (Like I like the idea of her being part of the Chaotix. Why'd be need a "dark legion" and all that-) I've mentioned before that she's from the Cosmos Clan, and that shortly before the events of sonic 1, she and other echidnas from her tribe are used as experimental robotization guinea pigs. Unfortunately, she's the only one of the echidna specimens who survived and got away. She's not a biological cousin to Knuckles, but is by marriage. (Knuckles' aunt being married to her uncle.) Because of the two clans truce because of that marriage, the two became eachothers first friends, but then were ripped apart after the Chaos- well, chaos. She eventually meets the Chaotix and becomes part of their team, and finally gets to see Knuckles again because of it. Both are relieved to see one another after years. (She assumed whatever happened on the part of Mystic Ruins that became Angel Island, killed everyone up there, so she assumed Knuckles was dead too.) Being partially robotizated, she has some more durability in battle + her eye can scan certain things. (And can easily hack Eggman devices, being partially one.) However, the robot parts take a lot of maintenance too and she can 'malfunction' if tampered with maliciously because it almost works as a form of life support. (meaning yes, while she can shake it off after a minute, Eggman can regain control of her for a bit and use her against her friends.) And yeah, there's her little Cosmos Marking + bioluminescence + pre robotization headshot. Also, she's not as much of a jealous jerk. Yw for that one- Still stubborn and hot tempered though, with a softer side under her "I don't need your help" shield.

[emperor-kumquat]

Hello Emperor Kumkuat!

This is the next part of last month's questions. I didn't want to overload you, so I split it into several parts. There will be at least five more questions in May:

Which character do you think you changed the most compared to the original?

What diseases do you plan to include in the stories besides the zombie virus (e.g. Hate Plague)?

According to morality, who is the best and worst per faction (According to Actual and Mercy Canon)?

If the previous Bosses fought each other (Overlord, Sunder, Tarn and Kremzeek) who would win (but no body/mind control)?

What ideas do you plan to take from Transformers One, e.g. (miners' life, robot deer, Airacnid as an assassin who worked for Sentinel)? I look forward to your answer.

Thank you for the specific questions, it's always nice to get some of those!

Which character changed the most from the original? Ohhhh I really need to think. So many had slight changes but I think Imperious and Kremzeek had the biggest changes. "Lord Imperious Delirious" is a Transformers character I still know zip about. I took one look at the design and made him a giant spawn of Unicron like Thunderwing of the TFP game. Imperious travels the universe looking for inhabited planets to raze with demonic rainbow light. But Kremzeek goes from a pokemon lil shit to a highly intelligent, manipulative, body-possessing, agender sun alien created by the Emberstone. They can not only speak now, they gaslight!

The only contagious virus in Mercy is the one carried by Airachnid. Otherwise, the Rust Plague now has a vaccine and spray to defeat it. When Cybertronians return to Cybertron, they are supposed to go straight to medical to check for other viruses they might be carrying. The Hate Plague will not be included. Now, Mercy has invented many genetic diseases to allow me to represent some disabilities. Froid has "ventilation system failure" which causes him to overheat easily and die, so he has to refrain from exercise and stress. Kaon has an optic nerve disease which causes his blindness. Characters mistakenly thought Overlord had a fatal brain disease called "regulatory region failure". I would also like to write in more to explain "why can't they just replace their organs with other organs to fix the problem?". A genetic disease means that no matter how many times a part is replaced, eventually, it starts to malfunction because the body isn't equipped to support it. This is why Bludgeon will be deaf and the Minicons like Fix-It unable to have legs.

Oh fun, let's talk about morality in Mercy! I'll pick some of the badies.... Airachnid is just plain cruel. Shockwave did way too many horrible experiments on bots and is the cause of Tarn & co's trauma. Megatron was pretty bad too (though you can justify him more as a former slave). Altero the Vehicon mafia boss will get way too genocidal. Necrose the Vehicon is way too fascinated with death and does messed up things like wear human skulls and bones as a necklace (campers he claims to have killed). I also wanted to include Coldstar as a minor but very cruel scientist in someone's past.

Bad Autobots! Fortress Maximus before the War had the job of deciding which newly forged Cybertronians went into slavery. Slingshot, one of the Aerialbots, is very discriminatory and has an ableist scene against Froid. Silverbolt absorbed those attitudes and becomes an offensive member of the council (he will display the Cybertronian equivalent of transphobia too). Devcon is very in your face discriminatory and the type who wants all Decepticons dead, end of story. Prowl isn't evil exactly, he has goodness in him, but he believes every racial bias (like red eyes=evil) and tries to teach them to the player.

When it comes to the Autobots, their badness usually shows in the form of being very discriminatory. Some of them are still classist, still racist, still ableist, etc. I write more Autobots this way than Decepticons. But not all Autobots—it is still very important to me that this is not what Optimus Prime stood for and anyone truly dedicated to his cause knows better. Characters like Bumblebee, Dominus Ambus, Metalhawk, Star Saber, and Dr. Cogwheel are/were incredibly kindhearted and open-minded.

4. Ok so if all the bosses had to fight each other with no mind- or body-control?? Overlord, easy win. The bot turned his own skin into the same material as the Apex Armor basically. Dude's absolutely jacked and has 41 weapons. Sunder is not strong without his mind-control powers at all. His second resort is flinging his own dark energon blood at you to try to nauseate you. Third resort is starting a zombie apocalypse distraction, but Overlord wouldn't be bothered. Overlord would also destroy every member of Loyalty (Tarn, Vos, Kaon, Helex, Tesarus) because he is immune to their powers. Loyalty would also destroy Sunder without his mind-control powers. If he had them, he could stand a change against Tarn & co at close-range but fall to Vos and Kaon who normally attack beyond his range. Kremzeek would just watch it all happen I guess! No one can really physically hurt Kremzeek without the right tools. But Kremzeek can't really hurt you either without the right tools.

5. Yes haha I do want to use the deer robots from Transformers: One and stick them in the background somewhere. Apart from that, there isn't really anything else I was planning to use at this moment in time. Maybe a Vehicon can be golden as a reference!

[brain4stew]

Hi!Can you please make a chance,shedletsky,007,and 1x4 with a robot reader?Like theyre basically a walking four leaf clover(their ability gives people luck basically)And is also able to heal????TYSM i love your fics!!!!!

Hi, hi anon! So glad you like my fics!! Full honesty, the fics were my first ever fics I have written! 🫶

I’ll see what I can do with your request, anon!

(Reminder; I do not entirely know the characters personalities and etc, so they might if not most likely will be OOC!!)

That being said! Here’s the headcanons/something after the cut! ;

(Since 1x4 is the only killer, I’ll start with him first!)

(1x1x1x1)

• You infuriate him in every round you’re against him. Stop healing and giving the survivors luck!

• You’re somehow extremely lucky to not be hit by his “Mass infection” and “entanglement”, or else your system would malfunction.

• You did get hit by it once, and had to immediately find 007n7 or Builderman, so they could fix you.

• But, how unfortunate for you… Everyone of your survivor teammates are dead, and your system is basically… Fckd.

• You get somewhere high ground, and try and fix yourself, unbeknownst to you, that 1x1x1x1 is watching.

• Why hasn’t he killed you, you may ask? You’re interesting to the embodiment of hatred. You aren’t a human, or some annoying thing with two lives, you’re a robot!

• When you do manage to fix yourself, you’re somehow met face to face with him. 1x1x1x1. He’s just, staring at you.

• You, unsure what to do or say at the moment, were about to speak, but you don’t manage to. As the round ends, transporting you both back to your lobbies.

• You’re confused, so you immediately go to find either 007n7 or Builderman, so they can help you with your system and check over your mechanical body.

• 1x1x1x1, who hasn’t said or even moved a single muscle since he got back to the killer lobby, has gotten pieces of your code from his abilities.

• You intrigue and infuriate him, little robot. ♡

(Survivors)

(Chance)

• Chance absolutely loves having you around him. You’re his lucky robot!

• He always tests his luck whenever you have given other survivors luck. (Spoiler; the luck kept going back and forth between him and the other survivor. 😭)

• In rounds, he doesn’t flip his coin right away. He immediately goes to find you.

• When he finds you, and is near you, he feels lucky, but, he asks you to give him luck. Which, you do. Then, and only then, does he flip his coin, getting good stats, and only weakness VI, with 3 charges.

• He shoots the killer when the killer is too close for comfort of you and him, and it lands its shot. (The killer kind of got sent flying into a wall by that shot…)

• Of course, whenever he’s injured, he trusts you more than Elliot, which, you find a bit strange, as you specialize in luck giving more than healing. But, you don’t complain and heal him.

• When the round is over, and you’re both back in the lobby, he’s quite exhausted from running and walking around. He, jokingly, asks you to carry him to the couch.

• …You carry him. Bridal style. He’s embarrassed, flustered and shocked. He didn’t expect you to actually do it!! (He’s not complaining about it… He secretly likes it…)

• Go easy on the poor gambler, little robot. ♡

(Shedletsky)

• He helped both Builderman and 007n7 with your code, but not too much.

• You constantly have to remind him of his health, which, he finds a bit annoying, but he doesn’t say or do anything about it.

• He loves it when you give him luck in rounds, he manages to hit the killers more faster for some reason!

• Whenever he’s out of his fried chicken, he goes to you to heal up, as he’s had enough to eat, and doesn’t want pizza’s from Elliot…

• Again, you find it odd, but oh well, you don’t question it. You heal him up, earning a “Thank you” from him.

• When the rounds are over, he’s almost passing out everytime and everywhere.

• You end up carrying him, and he doesn’t even complain or just doesn’t have the energy to fight back. (Not that he can do much about it anyway…)

• Watch over him, little robot, he might be in trouble, if it’s not for you. ♡

(007n7)

• He was the main person for your code, with a little help from Shedletsky and Builderman.

• He originally wanted to program you to watch over, and take care of C00lkidd for him, but decided against it.

• You’re mostly always around him or Builderman, in case your system malfunctions or something.

• In rounds, he doesn’t need to go to you, as he knows he and you’ll be alright.

• (He won’t be alright, the killer is his son… How unfortunate for 007n7, to see C00lkidd, yet again…)

• He’s hurt, of course. He first thought of going to Elliot, but, he’s dead unfortunately. So he goes to search for you!

• You have just given Guest 1337 luck, to block, punch and charge more quickly and correctly, before you finally spot him.

• You rush towards him, and pick him up, running to a more safer and hidden place, before healing him. (He’s very grateful for it, but you didn’t have to CARRY him!)

• Once back at the lobby, he goes to check on your system, and check if anything is wrong. He finds that a wire of yours has gone aflame, and tells you to go to Builderman, out of worry.

• You insist you will be fine, but, the stern glare he gives you, somehow scared you. So, you relented and went.

• Perhaps he likes you, little robot! ♡