I AM NOT A GUN

“Wow, this place looks so cool!”  A tiny, excited voice echoes throughout the vast horizon.  Landscaped with dozens of trees amongst the beautiful countryside.  However, something was quite different that afternoon.

Much smaller than the man made of metal, Black Star freezes when she sees the large figure.  What on Earth was it, a statue?  Or was it a modern art piece someone abandoned?  That thing had to be as big as the Diamonds, maybe bigger!  The monochrome Diopside timidly approached, stopping when she heard a crunching sound,

so focused on maintaining the façade of a towering statue, the sudden intrusion of her voice caused him to become rather startled. seemingly distracted, even if it was only for a moment, his head slowly turned; creaking all the while, and bright yellow spotlights shift downward to look at her. 

he was too cautious to do much else.

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Even though Black Star was consoling Giant, the much smaller being was starting to cry as well.  It pained her to see others sad.  Even though Giant couldn’t make tears like her, it was clear as day that he was upset.  “It’s.. It’s okay” Black Star choked, trying to wipe her salt-ladden tears out of her eyes.  “Juh.. Just let it out.. th-that’s it” a tiny grey hand reached up and rubbed circles on Giant’s side.  Though due to her being so small, he may not have even felt her attempts at physical comfort.

the  alien  robot  only  continued  to  sob  ,  too consumed by his emotions to reply to her in any meaningful manner. it seemed this breakdown was a very long time coming, less the cause of a singular event,            more; many events compounding over time. and despite how utterly devastating it may have been to watch, it was probably good that he get it out now instead of sleeping on it any longer; his nightmares might’ve been too much for him to handle.

and though he may not have reacted, he did notice her attempt to comfort him; and he appreciated it. it had been a long while since he’d been comforted by anything other than the animals that he so often found himself surrounded by, he’d almost begun to forget how nice it was. 

@mondaybcrn

the fifty - foot tall automaton’s face lit up, always happy to receive a compliment no matter where or who it came from.

@notatomo​

WHEN I REALIZE

THAT BOTH OF OUR BOIS DO NOT WANT TO KILL BUT THEIR BRAIN GETS SET OFF.  

Let’s have them just hug each other please? Thanks. 

AND  THAT  WAS  ALL  THE  FIFTY  FOOT  TALL  AUTOMATON  NEEDED  TO  HEAR  IN  ORDER  TO  BREAK  DOWN  .  though Giant was unable to cry actual tears, he was still very clearly upset. eyes shut,       and he covered his face;  metal  body  shaking  as  he  whined  and  sobbed  .

THE  FIFTY  FOOT  TALL  AUTOMATON  MADE  NO  ATTEMPT  TO  HIDE  THE  FACT  THAT  HE  LIKED  DEAN  ,       and made even less of an attempt;  if  that  was  somehow  possible  ,  to hide the enjoyment that he found in the different nicknames that the artist would give him.  IT  MADE  THE  ROBOT  FEEL  WANTED  ,  AND  HE  LIKED  FEELING  WANTED  .

GIANT ISN’T THE BEST AT DEALING WITH HIS STRESS WHENEVER IT ARISES. It causes the automaton to panic, and can lead to Giant shutting himself off emotionally.       he does have a coping method though; and that’s taking himself to the forest, sitting down amongst the trees  /  in a clearing, and just soaking up the atmosphere. 

THE  STATEMENT  CAUSED  A LARGE  SMILE  TO  FORM  ON  THE  FIFTY  FOOT  TALL  AUTOMATON’S  FACE  .  although he’d heard plenty of compliments from the humans that he lived amongst,       especially because he’d been around for so long, he’d never heard any such praise from somebody that was like him.  it  meant  a  lot  to  Giant  .

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