#clusterfrick-of-robots

[orange-disaster]

It was a bright, sunny evening.

The orange bot walked on the sidewalk, looking around and enjoying the peace and quiet for once.

Crash’s footsteps were heavy, but also light in some way. Maybe that's because he decided to ditch his orange chest piece this time, and wore a fluffy hoodie as a replacement....

Well, not only because of that.

He was on his way to meet Blastman, the guy who he was interested in a long time. Crash wanted to have a talk, maybe see whose bombs are better, or just walk around with him and get to know him better, this kind of stuff.

@clusterfrick-of-robots

[metallicblades]

Roboenza

@clusterfrick-of-robots

@cossack-family-madness

Metal Man was up constantly at night, and it wasn't from reading. He'd turn in his bed as steam rose from the cracks of his metallic body. Everything inside him hurt. It was like whatever was in his body wanted out.

Sometimes, he did try to force it out and ending up vomiting oil into the nearest trash can until nothing else would come out. It wouldn't stop there and he was stuck in his bed for days, not coming out. All Metal did was say he wasn't feeling well which was enough to get people to leave him alone, but over time he stopped answering anyone.

The bot tried to get out of his bed, steam spewing out of him, but his foot was caught on the blanket and he fell onto the floor. Not much he could do but continuously try to move. .

By now a month has passed and his body finally gave into the seering pain and agony it stabbed into him. An empty husk now, but it still stood up from the floor as if he was completely fine now. His mouth plate was put back on and red eyes flashed danger.

A loud eruption came from his room and a hole was left. He escaped and immediately tried to attack the nearest thing he could find that held power: a museum.

[dpn-datalogs]

@clusterfrick-of-robots

It was nearing the beginning of fall, though seasons had little meaning in this part of the world. Regardless of the actual season, the Arctic tended to be locked in an eternal winter.

With Tempo too busy to attend the JRC meeting, Tundra found himself with an unexpected free day, which he elected to use to gather permafrost samples. He was, of course, joined by Mother and Cub. As he dug through the thick blanket of snow to reach actual soil, the two polar bears went scoured the surrounding area for their next meal.

Suddenly, something grabbed mother’s attention. A figure in the distance that put the large bear on the defensive as she growled in the figure’s direction. “Hm?” Tundra stopped digging when he noticed Mother was agitated, and followed her gaze to see the perceived threat.

[thefastestbotaround]

Small reunion

@clusterfrick-of-robots

Quick Man dashes forward to the power plant, if he’s right and always has been he should be able to find who he was looking for. Lo and behold, he did, spotting his target a mile away. Quick Man smirked and quietly crept from behind before lunging at the robot in question and scooping him up in a hug.

“Hey there Shorty! You miss me?” He said smirkingly to Fuse Man.

[timeman00a-oilman00b]

clusterfrick-of-robots continued from here Time returned his attention back to the cookies, aw man those look good. Noticing how Fuse seemed uninterested in hurting him, Time shuffled his way over to the taller bot and shakily held out his hands. He didn’t quite trust him just yet, but he seemed rather passive around him, so hopefully, Time is able to stand around him without being shocked. What would it matter anyway? Shaking the thought from his head, he took a chance to examine Fuse. They seemed to have a few similarities, such as how both of their helmets were somewhat pointy, in a way. Was it just Time, or did Fuse sound a lot like Time, except in a lower pitch of some sort?

[robotiic-natiion]

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[psycho-spark-shock]

Here you go buddy. *Gives you pats and pillows and blankets* I want to comfort you. And you too mun, we’re here for you. Always. -Mod

“I...I-I don’t know how to react to all of this. T-Thank you?”

He appreciates the gifts though.

Maker’s response:

Thank you...Thank you so much...

[geoworks-international]

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“Why didn’t Centaur Man told me of this?” Tundra Man gasped excitedly, eyes sparkling. He’s excited to finally found...

“Because I didn’t particularly want to make a big deal about it?  That, and Dr. Wily kind of kidnapped me when I was still going through the process of coming out,” Centaur says, looking a little spooked by the sudden attention.  “Also, uh...well, there are a surprising amount of trans robots around.  One of my new coworkers is another trans woman, and another coworker has a trans woman linemate.”

[metal-bodyguards]

The sudden commotion got the attention of a certain green robot master. /’Is this some case of bad luck?’/ UniMan thought, barely having enough time to look behind him and prepare for the impact, letting himself get hit by the Bouncy bot to stop him from being in motion. Even with the efforts of staying in place, the crash made him bounce back a few feet away, luckily he landed gracefully on his feet.Oh no, he wasn’t much in the good mood today, the situation making him groan and glare at the culprit.

He brushed himself off as he walked towards the Bouncy fella’. “I was about to ask you the same thing.” He placed both his hands on his own sides, standing next to the mad ball, making sure he wouldn’t go out of control. “You were like a temple trap out there, for sure I thought you were going to make me a flat piece of paper!” He smirked.

Rolling around at the speed of sound!

(@metal-bodyguards)

“AAAAAA!!!!!!” Bounce Man screamed as he gets thrown out of Boing-Boing Park. He was bouncing around there when he accidentally fell through and open window and is now spiraling down towards who knows where, spinning and flailing around. It didn’t take long until he manages to stop by crash landing into something or someone at a park of sorts. He groaned, allowing his limbs to go out again as he looks around in a daze. “Wh-what happened?”

[apologetic-galaxy]

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Astro was restlessly taping his fingers ageist a table, why was he here? He just couldn’t figure it out, guess he would just have to wait and see. He was finding ways to pass the time and at least calm down a little, why did everything seem so nerve racking to him? It was ok and he knew that, so why didn’t he feel like it wasn’t...just why?

[cutting-it-up]

“So you considered that I do not possess any sort of emotional traits?” Fuse Man asks, appearing behind Cut Man.

Cut jumps at Fuse’s voice behind him. “OH GOD FUSE!” he loses balance and falls.

“I-i mean I didn’t say you can’t i...I mean th-that you don’t act like you do...and how the heck did you get in my house so quickly?!”

[metallicblades]

*BANG* A loud sound was made when someone slam the door open and that someone is Mikhail. “Son you and I need to talk, you are not a replacement to Proto Man, you are your own unique robot and you should tell me if you needed help figuring things out. You also deserve to have your own freedom, to make your own decisions and to be selfish. Okay?” (@we-creators) (Or Mikhail’s dad senses were ringing)

Metal Man jolted back, nearly falling out of his desk chair in the process. The book in his hands toppled to the floor, a random page fluttered open since he let go of his spot. So much for having a bookmark. .

Who could've that been. .?

[dpn-datalogs]

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[hxrderthansteel]

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“Okay.” Fuse Man said, sitting on the bed next to Hard Man. He then gives soft pats to his back and said, “You aren’t alone. I can be with you if you want.”

Hardman doesn’t say anything, but Fuse can feel his breathing hitch through the blankets. He’s buried his face in his pillow, making an unintelligible mumbling sound.

...he does feel a tiny bit better with someone here.

[we-creators]

Family matters and concerns

(@cossack-family-madness)

(@clusterfrick-of-robots)

“Alright, is everyone here?” Mikhail asked, going into the family’s private group call. He’s currently at work but also on break for about 30-40 minutes so he got time.

[timeman00a-oilman00b]

“No. No work.” Fuse Man said, giving him tissues while keeping his distance away. “No working, I’ll help you do the work for you.”

“N-No, don’t! *ACHOO!*”