HC Metal Man Ask Blog

Ok, that hurt…but no damage done.

“I’m trying my best here, it’s hard to show affection when every time I see you I want to punch you in the face.”

He sighed and slouched, rubbing his cheek.

Reblog and see who leaves you a kiss in your ask box. ;)

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"Only if you pick out stuff with me. This is a date, something both of us should be enjoying." He responded, trying to avoid glances and staring from other people in the store and the people near the entrance passing by the two lovebird robots.

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Chivalry isn't dead! How could he be so lucky to be with someone of such power and influence? Metal Man gripped onto Pharaoh's hand and followed him along. Everything about him was so entrancing. . Metal could've swore his feet were lifting off the ground from the fluttery feeling.

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Metal's never been on a date, let alone understand what to do on one. He quickly called home to one of his Pierobots for assistance. The circus bot was unsure of how to help, but advised him to not make a fool of himself for once, ironic enough coming from them.

With what help he got, he was up and deciding what to wear. . Metal Man made sure his hair was tied up into a man bun and the needles from his helmet were put into it to hold his hair in place. Once done with that, he dressed up in a comfy black sweater vest and red dress shirt underneath with surprisingly untorn jeans. It needed something else. . Metal Man put on his yellow scarf to keep himself comfortable then looked in the mirror.

Looked good. . Hopefully this would be enough for their date and nothing too casual. Where are they going anyways?

Shoot, he's running late. Metal snuck out of his room and made it passed others without any batting an eye before he got outside the citadel.

@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.

Silky. . It felt so nice. His eyes grew heavy again.

@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.

“Metal Man, ever since we met I had something deep inside of me. A feeling that I could not explain for the longest time. I wished to stay by your side, I wished to always be there for you and I wished to give you happiness. When you were sick, I was worried and it was then that I realised what I have been feeling...”

And why are there tears flowing down his cheeks? Metal couldn't figure out as to why but he just smiled and hugged onto Pharaoh Man.

@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.

He then unlocked the straps to Metal Man’s arms and gives him an e-tank mixed in with the cure, everyone was asleep right now due to it being late so he’s the only one awake right now. “This will help you to heal up, drink slowly and carefully please. Do not force yourself.”

He helped Metal Man drink the e-tank’s contents and sighed, “I am beyond relieved that you are alright, I was very worried but it does not matter now, you are safe and alright, that is all that matters, do not blame yourself for your sickness.”

All he could feel was his own dead weight drag himself down like shackles on his ankles and a heavy stone sphere.

@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.

Until he woke up. It was very slow, but he closed his hand into a light fist and opened an eye. Everything was so bright and he was feeling so tired. Why is he awake when he's tired anyways?

@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.

He was still asleep though. All of his anger easily burned out on him as soon as he was restrained from causing anymore. Things he broke probably cost a lot of money. . Especially that small clay sculpture and vase. He's going to get in a lot of trouble if Wily hears about this and finds out where he went after all this time.

@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.

“What?! But how!?” Gyro Man yelled as Pharaoh Man focused on Metal Man and said, “This is not you. You are not violent, you are not like this, it is the Robofluenza, please, fight it. You are stronger than that virus.”

Of course, there was still the medicine for it out there, of course, a cure. There was still plenty of it too.

"Of course this is me! I never felt so alive and dead at the same time!" He cackled, hands shaking and voice starting to quake. Metal Man was starting to wear out. The steam and heat in his gears was becoming too much for his body to handle. The red robot coughed and gagged before ripping himself out of Ring and Skull's grip to throw up oil on the floor.

@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.

"Get off me get off me get off me now!" He screamed at Skull and Ring, trying to reach over and bite at their hands that held him down.