test me

must be willing to maintain a neutral viewpoint on Hive City factions around the kids. Explaining what they do is fine– slandering them is not. extremism and hate speech are not tolerated.

please do not show up for work obviously intoxicated or otherwise impaired.

if you show efi violence she’ll probably perform violence on you so

mangle is scared.

this place is strange and she doesn’t like it - her metal guts shriek idly  as she shifts her weight from foot to foot. she’s also attracting stares, people looking at her guts, looking at the second head with its teeth. she screeches at them, an ungodly noise, vibrating deep in her chest, gnashing her teeth as she screams wordlessly, a terrible noise that sounds like metal shearing.

when they look away, she’s satisfied - she takes pride in the way they’re moving quicker, the way they won’t look at her. her metal frame starts to whine as she gets herself in motion, trying to find out this place, its ins and outs. she doesn’t know what to do -

she’s more frightened than she shows, more scared than she can possibly show.

when a young man drops something, mangle hesitates. she doesn’t trust men of that age - they’re old enough that they’re scary, that sometimes they do bad things, but she - she doesn’t want him to lose it. it looks important.

carefully, she picks the object up between her metal fingers, holding it gently in case it was fragile.

Today is just another day he finished up work at the diner and he’s making his way back to his little hut to rest up before waking for his shift at the bar. Before that, he made a quick stop at the mart nearby to purchase some more Chupa-Chups as a treat for himself. So he’s in a little bit of high spirits for the moment. He skips a bit in his step which causes some lollipops to fall from his pockets. He doesn’t realize this until he pats around and feels that he’s only got two lollipops instead of four. Just as he comes to a stop, there’s a tap on his shoulder, which makes him jump slightly.

Slowly, the brunette turns his head and promptly backpedals with a small squeak from his lips and his hands clutched at his chest. There’s a—He can’t finish his thought as he swallows and breaks a sweat. The thing’s got fear gripping at Yamaguchi’s consciousness and he remains quiet at a distance for a bit, before he spots that the creature’s got his lollipops in their hands. Not wanting to be rude, Yamaguchi steps forward, hesitantly, and tentatively takes the sweets from the creature’s open palms.

He bows deeply and tries not to visibly tremble at the close proximity of something out of the stuff of nightmares standing before him.

❝Thank you,❞ Yamaguchi exhales out (more like wheezes out from the palpitations he’s having) and shoves his lollipops back into his pockets, ❝And uh, sorry—❞

He feels the need to apologize. He feels bad being scared by this creature. He’s pretty sure they mean no harm—but the creature caught him by surprise and he’s really, really not the biggest fans of that. Upon closer observation, Yamaguchi figures this creature seems to be a sentient looking robot. He could be wrong. He’s probably wrong.

But the point is, right now the creature is really scaring the living daylights out of him and he’s averting his gaze a lot—which is really pretty bad. Oh boy, he’s going to have to get used to sights like these but he feels himself fret again and shift on his feet because he shouldn’t be so scared so he inhales and exhales again deeply as he pulls out one lollipop and extends it to the stranger like a peace offering (even though he’s 99.99% sure they don’t eat anything).

she understands that he’s scared - many people are, after all. it still saddens her, and she wishes she could express how little she blames him for his fear. 

‘i - it’s fi - iiiiine,’ she says, ever so softly, just whisper quiet. timidly, she shuffles back a step, hoping that he doesn’t take this as aggression. ‘w - w - welcome...’

another young person - she isn’t sure of this one. he confuses her. she approaches, curious, head tilted and ears flickering back and forth as she watches.

the second head, just teeth, tilts the other way, its eye focused on his face, just as her main head does. she just sits there, for a little, studying him; her joints creak and shift, soft, gentle noises. after a little, she extends her arm, palm up, fingers straight - she doesn’t know where she picked it up, but this is her gesture of peace, her gesture that she doesn’t mean harm.

‘h - h - hello - oooooo.’ her voice cracks. still, somewhere in it, there’s a tone of.. curiosity? somehow? ’m - mangle…’ she gestures at herself with her other hand.

[but you’re only standing– sitting– sitting there. watching. you’re not coming any closer, or moving– you’re just sitting there, vaguely like a puppy. he has no clue why he thought of puppies. maybe it’s the interested ears.]

[relaxing a little bit when all you do is extend your arm, eyes widening some when you talk. oh. okay. it seems like you just want to say hi. he can roll with that.] H-hello. It’s nice to meet you, Mangle. [his voice is gentle.]

what an odd question. she’s clearly metal and wire isn’t she? where would she put the food? but, by asking, io has made himself important to her - he is kind, by asking, and her ears keep flicking. 'no.’

no is easy, no comes out in one piece. 'no ssss… st - stomach ….’ she gestures at her belly