#fanbot data

[steam-powered-chaos]

Data’s Adventures in Walter Robotics! (Fossils and Pebbles)

”Which rock is that one?” The Jon asked, pointing at a small flat stone. Data smiled at him, handing it to him for The Jon to touch and feel. It was cold, and grey, a little boring looking to some, but not to Data.

“That’s slate, it’s a metamorphic rock that I got from Wales! Isn’t it such a pretty colour?” They gently stroked the surface of the rock, and he nodded in response, happy to listen to Data ramble on about their hobby, even if he did get a little bored sometimes. They gave their friend a quick glance, smiling when they noticed him watching attentively and turning their attention onto a different specimen. “This is the fossil of a sponge, I need to get it tested for exactly which type of sponge it is, but it’s interesting no? To know that life has always existed, even when humans weren’t around!”

The Jon leant into them, smiling but steadily falling into stasis, not because he was bored per-say, but more because he felt relaxed, Data had always had that effect on him. Data kept talking, unaware of The Jon slipping into a deep state of stasis beside them, and only noticing upon hearing his quiet snore. Their eyes widened, before they calmed, gently wrapping an arm around him and pulling him closer, leaning his head against their little golden friend and falling into their own set of stasis, the fossil still in their hand as the two automatons snoozed together, only moving when The Spine gently lifted The Jon out of Data’s arms and carried him to his room, before returning to see the broken robot awake.

Data had already established that they didn’t like The Spine, however, they knew they could trust him enough to take off their mask around him, especially around bedtime. So that’s what they did, setting it down on the bedside table as The Spine gently tucked them in, feeling safe that he wouldn’t be afraid of their exposed eye socket or wires.

“You know, we could always get you some pyjamas, if you’re cold.” Data shook their head, giving him a rare smile and nod, smiling even wider when he gave them a pat on the head.

“Alright then, goodnight Data, have a good stasis..” He switched off the light and closed the door, leaving Data to drift gently into stasis

[p2ii]

Also just remembered I finished my og fanart idea last night @steam-powered-chaos

Data and the importance of shiny rock

[mr-drews-cherry-delight]

No Filter (A Data and Violet ficlet)

[Tw: a ton of swearing and queer slurs used in a positive context]

"So, you don't have a filter like the others then Data?" The golden automaton shook their head, leaning back and grinning. Violet matched Data's smile, tapping their fingers against the armchair in a way that suggested they had an idea in mind. Data perked up. "Lets mess with The Spine."

Violet chuckled, nodding before standing up and leading Data into the kitchen, where Spine, Rabbit, Hatchworth and Zer0 were gathered, sitting down at the table and ctossing their legs as Data mimicked them. Spine looked between the two, his optics immediately narrowing in suspicion. Violet sat a little straighter. "Violet, any fuckin plans this weekend?"

Spine went stiff, opening his mouth to protest as Rabbit began to shake with silent laughter. They nodded, looking Spine directly in the eyes with a grin. "Fuck yeah, " Spine hissed in frustration, going to cover Zer0's ears. He didn't get their in time as Violet continued.

"Me and the other fags were gonna head to the skatepa-" They were cut off by Rabbit howling with laughter and Zer0's quiet giggles. The Spine launched himself at them, clapping his hand around their mouth quickly, only leading to more laughter as Violet squirmed away, running away with Data in tow.

[thecrappyportalmaster]

Fanbot parade! They’re off to see the Clockwork Vaudeville.

I wanted to do something because of the SPG concert today since I couldn’t go (other side of the country) so I drew my and some of my mutual s fanbots!

From left to right:

Data belongs to @steam-powered-chaos

Mainframe belongs to @butterbolted-automaton

Boopsy Doodle belongs to @brooklynisher

Compass belongs to me!

[askdatafanbot]

Hey Data, do you have any siblings? And if you do, who is your favourite? (that last question is /silly btw)

That’s tricky… the other bots treat me like siblings! But it still feels weird to call them it if it makes sense.. if I had to choose a favourite though, it’d probably be The Jon!

[brobot-boys]

Aesthetic boards? Hell yeah.

Chip:

Snap:

Data:

other characters coming soon???

[brobot-boys]

Snap's encountered a lot of stray cats from his alley wanders and time in trees. He's seen a bear a few times too.

Data keeps tabs on all the different birds that come to a particular feeder in the garden, so much so that he can identify individuals easily. He's named them all.

Chip has a hoard of raccoons that he regularly sees, feeds and plays with, the boss of the hoard being a pretty big one who he calls Byte. He likes to think that she's a good friend.

Fanbot Friday Prompt #162

Has your fanbot ever encountered a wild animal?

[steam-powered-chaos]

Hide and Seek

[Jay here! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything with Data, so I’m changing that! Enjoy the fic, thank you for being so patient my friends]

Data leant back against the couch, tapping their fingers against it in a faint rhythm, boredly watching Rabbit, Hatchworth and Spine play what appeared to be a combination of chess, Uno and DnD. After The Spine listened to the final roll of dice, he stood, brushing himself off with a rough sigh and glancing around the room of extremely bored robots. It wasn't as if they could go outside either, due to the heavy rain and prospect of a storm, so they were stuck, inside, with nothing to do at all.

The Jon looked up at his brother, before twiddling his thumbs, blanket wrapped around his and Data's shoulders in a little bot huddle, and he began to smile, an idea appearing into his head. "What if we played a game? An inside one!" He piped up cheerfully, Zer0 and Rabbit quickly looking up in interest and nodding eagerly at the suggestion. Data smiled slightly, holding their best friend slightly closer. The Spine hummed at the suggestion thoughtfully, nodding. "Good idea Jon, but what game? And don't say tag, this place doesn't need all of us running around like last time." Hatchworth smiled slightly, finally putting his dice down.

"What ab-ab-about hide and seek?” Rabbit suggested, and the idea immediately got appreciative murmurs and nods, apart from a very confused looking Data, who stared down. “…What’s hide and seek?” They piped up slightly, and the room seemed to fall silent as they shrunk in on themselves, trying to hide under the blanket, before The Jon gently pulled them back out. Spine tilted his head. “You’ve never played?” They shook their head slightly, shuffling their legs slightly and tapping their finger slightly faster. He sighed. “It’s ok, Jon will explain the rules to you.” He smiled fondly at Data which quickly fell when they stuck their tongue out at him.

“D-Dummins seeks first!” Rabbit called out, slapping Spine on the back of his head and getting an annoyed look in response once Jon had explained the rules. He didn’t get a chance to respond, as all the other bots quickly ran off to hide, and Spine was left to count to 100. Data immediately made a beeline to the quietest part of the manor, the washroom, and quickly slipped into the drier and curled up, giggling at first but falling silent after hearing The Spine’s shout. After a while, the little bronze robot slipped into brief stasis, only waking up to the boom of thunder outside. After checking their internal clock, it had been a good few hours.

Oh.

They’d been abandoned again. Left behind, this time with a game to excuse it, and the only thing they could do now, was climb out of the dryer, hide under the table and cry. And so they did, holding their ears with each boom of thunder and whimpering, their chassis shaking with each sob. They didn’t respond when they heard metallic footsteps nearby, dismissing it as their own, foolishly hopeful imagination.

“Data? Data you can come out now! You wo-“ The Spine was cut short as the group of searching robots, stopped outside the washroom, Jon immediately running to Data’s side to shake them gently, before silently curling around them, holding their trembling body close to his chest as their sobs calmed slowly and Data looked up at their brother with oil streaks down their face.

“Y…You’re back, you came back for me…” they whispered, and The Jon nodded, hugging them a little tighter and Rabbit kneeling down to wipe their tears, smiling fondly at the two. “Of course we did, we wouldn’t have left you Data!” They sniffled, a smile beginning to return as they clenched Jon’s shirt in their fist with another boom of thunder, whimpering. “Promise?”

“We won’t ever leave you Data. We promise.” And Data was scooped up by Rabbit, and carried back to the living room, where a small fort had been made, giving them a little kiss on the forehead to calm them down.

[p2ii]

@steam-powered-chaos an artistic rendition of my interpriation of Data and The Spines dynamic

[steam-powered-chaos]

Hello Bell!

[Bell belongs to my friend @hiihavebrainrot]

Data walked silently down the street, the overhead lamps reflecting off their metal cheeks, as the bell in the church rang as the clock struck 11. They paused as a few men bundled out of a bar, singing and making a general ruckus, very clearly drunk. Data dipped their head, letting their wig fall in front of their face to obscure their appearance, before continuing on their walk. As they walked past the butchers, they noticed someone stumbling just in front of them, their curly, almost shiny hair tangled. At first, the automaton took them as just another drunk human, but as they neared the figure, they could hear the faint clicks and hisses of steam of… another automaton.

At another glance, they assumed the automaton to be Rabbit, having come looking for him, but as she fell to the ground, and Data rushed forward, it was quickly apparent that this wasn’t the case, and the little robot knelt down, lifting up and supporting her head with their hand, and using one of their legs to support her left arm, which looked close to tearing right off. Data pulled her into an alleyway, as she opened her eyes briefly, which were a hazel colour illuminated by the bright green of her core, the greenish colour shining brighter through the chip in the centre of her right eye lens. They gave her a gentle shake, looking around for anything to help carry her back to the manor, before their optics landed on some ropes. They glanced down at her again, eyes soft as she curled in on herself slightly, before hoisting her up, wrapping the ropes around her torso and arm to keep it from falling apart, and lifting her up to rest on their back and shoulders, tying the rest of the rope around their waist and chest as Data hurried home.

“You’ll be somewhere safe soon, I promise” Data murmured softly, as they ran up the hill and into the manor, punching in the code to the front door and calling for help, resting her on the sofa, as her optics flickered open and closed. A few Walter workers ran in, looking irritable at being woken up, but then startled at the sight of the broken automaton, The Spine and Hatchworth following soon after. “Data, who is this? Where did you find her?” Matter Master Simon questioned, and the brass automaton immediately launched into an explanation, as Spine investigated the stranger’s broken porcelain faceplate and platinum skeleton, freezing at the sight of her green matter core and the Becile Industries logo printed on her back. He glanced at Data and sighed, resting his hand on their shoulder. “We can’t help her. She’s a… she’s a Becile. She could be a spy.” Instead of his gentle words having a calming effect, instead it seemed to do the opposite, as the little automaton whirled around with fury blazing in their optics, glaring at him fiercely. He stood back slightly, hands up in defence. The automaton was also fixing him with an angry glance, though it was weak and her eyelids quickly fluttered closed once more.

Data tensed their shoulders slightly to look a little bigger, a little more authoritative, as they brushed their hair out of their optics slightly. “Would the Beciles really have their spy in such a poor condition? Besides! Even if she is, we should still look after her. You looked after me, and half of my blueprints were stolen by my mother!” The Spine bowed his head in defeat with a long, deep sigh, and nodded, as the Walter Workers lifted her up and carried her away to try and salvage whatever they could and fix her. Data went to follow after them, but was stopped by Spine gently, grabbing their should again from behind. “Does she… have a name?” Data shook their head silently, eyes softening as they saw the guilt in his body language. The silver automaton sighed again, moving to go back to bed.

“…I gave her one… Bell.” Data spoke quietly, and he paused, the corners of his silicone lips twitching up slightly in a smile, with a nod, as Data followed the Walter Workers silently, before retreating back to his room.

[steam-powered-chaos]

Bruises (Chapter 1 of Dawn)

[Hey guys! This is a continuation from the main fic, focused less on Violet and Data individually, and more on them as a team and how they work through their new life as a family]

Violet stumbled through the front door of the manor, covering their eye with one hand, bones aching from another gruelling training session with Kunzite. Of course, it was in his nature after all to be rough with them, especially since they had become out of practice, but did he really have to be so tough on them? Violet slipped silently into the kitchen, after making sure no one was around, and wrapped a few layers of paper towels around some ice in a ziplock bag, pressing it against their swelling eye. They winced as they moved, pulling their jacket on to hide the bruises and wiping the blood from their tender nose. Violet spun on their heel to face the window as Data walked in.

"What's wrong?" The golden automaton tilted their head slightly, reaching to touch their shoulder softly. Violet moved away with a faint hiss, shoulders trembling slightly. If they showed them their injuries, Data would probably see them as weak, or even pathetic, for needing any help or comfort for their injuries. So Violet stayed with their back firmly to Data, refusing to budge even a little bit more. "...Did I do something wrong?" Data looked at them with worried eyes, "Your blood pressure is up, and you're... in pain. Violet, let me see" Violet sighed softly, slowly turning around and letting them look at their injuries. They stiffened, before seizing by their still sore arm, and pulling them to the infirmary, sitting Violet down on the table as they busied themselves with grabbing bandages and plasters and antiseptic creme. Violet could only stay still in silence, looking down with their cheeks flushed in shame, tugging on their spiked collar. "Who did this to you?" Data demanded, after putting the last gentle dab of antiseptic creme on their bruises and cuts, holding their hand when they flinched from the stinging. Violet sighed, brushing their hair out of their face slightly and looking at their hands.

Data stayed silent, before hugging them gently, trying to avoid touching their wounds directly to prevent them from getting any more hurt than Violet already was, shooing The Spine out the room quickly as he was alert to their unconscious distress signals, quickly connecting into the Walter Wifi to stop anyone else from walking in. "Kunzite did.. please, don't be mad, we were only training! It-...it's normal for him!" Data froze, turning away from Violet slightly as the cores on their arms flickered with blue light, that had only seemed to have intensified with their confession, their golden chassis seeming to tremble slightly with their growing anger, trying to calm down. "Violet. Is Kunzite still here? Or did it leave?" They tried to keep their voice devoid of any emotion, but their anger seemed to crack through slightly, making Violet flinch and bury their head in their hands. Data sighed softly, rubbing their back to soothe them. "Kunzite left already, I'm sorry... I should've been stronger. I didn't want to worry you."

"You worry me more by not telling me Violet! Look, just, go to your room and get some rest, I'll bring your dinner up to you, I promise." Violet only nodded, defeated, trudging upstairs as Data walked out the infirmary, quickly sending a message to the rest of the bots to alert them to the situation.

[steam-powered-chaos]

Is it Real? (Chapter 6 of Cogs, Gears and Love)

Violet had been… thinking, about their past and what had happened to them, remembering where memories were missing and fractured, and that odd feeling of deja vu when they first arrived to the manor two weeks prior. They had gotten accustomed to the manor’s inhabitants quite quickly, and become rather attached to Hatchworth for whatever reason. Violet looked up as Data walked into the sitting room and sat beside them, looking at them with worry.

“What’s wrong? You look… upset” Data asked and Violet slumped back, putting their head in their hands as Data placed a comforting hand on their shoulder. They gave their automaton companion a smile before they leant onto them. Violet kept staring at the door, waiting for Hatchworth to walk in so they could explain their thoughts, knowing that he would understand, he always understood. As soon as the bronze robot strolled in, they launched into a ramble.

“Do you think the multiverse exists?” They asked immediately, not giving anyone time to answer, “It’s like I’ve been living in alternative universes, but as soon as I leave them to live a new life all of the memories I made are erased! I think I’ve been here before too, but it was different, Data wasn’t here-“ Hatchworth quickly put his hand on their shoulder to calm them down, and they quickly sat back down, “Well, you’re right, the multiverse does exist… we can ask Six if he can get your memories back, if they’re there?” Violet nodded in agreement and smiled, standing up and walking to the workshop.

[steam-powered-chaos]

Creation (Chapter One of Data’s backstory)

(This has not been proofread by anyone else and is held together by duck tape and sheer will)

“…Turquoise matter proved to be an unstable power source… I’ve managed to ste- no, I mustn’t put that on the record- borrow, some blue matter from Walter Robotics during my visit to America, which is also used to power the inspiration for this little project. This will be the… fourth test of my project, and hopefully one of the last, if my calculations prove to be correct.” The scientist tapped the Recordio with her pen, glancing up at the 5’3 foot tall robot standing dormant in front of her, loose wiring still sticking out of its leg joints.

She grabbed the lever on the wall, yanking it down and causing the power to flash and dim, before finally the room went dark as smoke filled the study. The scientist coughed and hacked on the foul rubbery smell, both due to the smoke and her own breathing hinderances. She sighed a heavy sigh, lighting a candle and speaking once again into the device, “Fourth project test, unsuccessful… I’ll find a way to fix it, if it’s even possible, but first I need to restore the power-.” She paused when she heard a click from behind her, and a faint metallic sound. The scientist spun on her heel, gazing at the robot.

It’s eyes were open. She clapped in sheer delight, taking long strides over to her creation, which tilted its head with a few pops and the hiss of hydraulics. It opened its mouth, letting out another metallic sound, unable to form speech without the knowledge. The scientist grabbed the robot’s bronze hands, clasping them close to her chest and beaming at it, like a mother looking at her newborn child.

“My dear… I can’t believe you work!- Can you understand me? Nod if you can understand me!” She spoke hurriedly, but a soft note had entered her thin, high voice, her stringy brown curls becoming undone out of her tight bun. The robot paused, before nodding, their eyes flickering towards the poster pinned up on the wall, before flickering back to the scientist. She gasped in joy and embraced the robot, with the robot simply mimicking her movements with a little too much force, causing her to stumble away from them, a gentle pat on their arm to reassure them after they gave a worried series of clicks at her sudden fit of coughing, “I am your mother, my sweet creation, and your name shall be Data.” The scientist, or rather now, the mother, ran her fingers through Data’s hair as they processed the information. It was a few seconds, before they opened their mouth again.

“…mother”

[askdatafanbot]

Hey, Data! How are you? :)

Also, what do you think of the Beciles?

I’m good! As for the Beciles…

Spine talks about them a lot, and I don’t think he likes them. Me, I’ve only met Norman, and he seems nice enough!

[askdatafanbot]

**appears** *gasp :0* OMG hi data you look so cool today!! ooo oo!! I have something for you hold on, *gives you a cool bracelet* see its awesome I made it myself sorry if I'm talking really fast oh by the way what's your favorite animal!!!?? :0

Oh!!! A bracelet! Thank you Starry!!!! I like adders!

[p2ii]

Upgrades (Chapter 3 of New Beginning)

”No.” Data started to walk away from Six, turning their back on him. They couldn’t deny it, they were insulted at the thought that they needed to be ‘upgraded’. Was it because they weren’t good enough? Or perhaps they didn’t fit in with their cousins? What did it matter to him anyway? It’s not like he cared about them anyway! Data continued to think these hostile, melancholy thoughts, but stopped in their tracks when Six grabbed their shoulder.

“Data wait, I know it’s difficult to be upgraded, but if you just gave it a chance-“ Data pulled away carefully, unwilling to hurt him but wanting to get across the message of their offence. “I said no. I don’t want, nor need to be upgraded, now leave me alone!” They walked upstairs to their room, slamming the door behind them and fiddling with their rock collection, desperate to find something to put their mind off of the thoughts of being upgraded. Their gears only turned louder, and the hiss of steam from the vents on their shoulders and legs caused their eye to twitch, before they flung themselves onto their bed.

Data heard a familiar tapping rhythm on the door and they looked up, swinging their legs down from the reinforced bed frame and walking over to the door, whispering through the key hole, “What’s the password?” They whispered, before pressing closer to listen to the answer.

“…Cheeseberry” The Jon whispered back, the two of them sharing a quiet giggle as Data opened the door, letting him step into their room. They shared a pat on the shoulder and shook each other’s hands, before giving each other a tap on the head and exploding into giggles. Data sat down on their bed, patting the space beside them for The Jon to sit with them, which he did, the bed creaking slightly under their combined weight. They both stayed silent for a few moments, before he spoke up.

“…Are you mad at him? Six?” Data didn’t respond, only a silent nod and hugging their chest slightly, as if to protect themselves. “Because he wants to upgrade you?” They nodded again, lowering their head slightly in embarrassment with a hiss of steam. The Jon hugged them slowly, not wanting to upset Data by moving too suddenly, leaning his head against their shoulder.

“…Maybe you could just let him get some of the rust off you? Then you could move better!” The Jon chirped, before quickly falling silent again at Data’s expression. Their eyes quickly softened and they nodded, not wanting to disappoint him. Plus, it would be nice to have joints that didn’t creak and ache, even if they despised the idea of a human that wasn’t their late mother taking care of them. The Jon cheered, pulling them to their feet and dragging them back to the workshop, gabbling to Six about their decision while Data only smiled faintly at their friend from behind. They were doing it for him, after all.

“So you just want the rust cleaning off you Data? Nothing else?” They nodded, sitting down on the table and closing their eyes tightly, The Jon automatically grabbing their hand so they could squeeze it for comfort. After a few hours of scrubbing and waxing, they opened their eyes, before glancing in a mirror, a shiny face gazing back at them.

And Data smiled.