A BROKEN SYSTEM

     same night routine ;  check the ice box ,  pop whatever fresh food is in to the crock pot and let the logic of the constant do the work  ( where are the plates coming from when she finished cooking ?  she’ll never know ) .  with nothing much to do aside from waiting ,  the child sat ,  staring blankly into the flames in the firepit before metallic hands grabbed onto her sides and lifted her up to the air .

   honestly ,  if that much didn’t give wendy even the slightest bit of a startle ,  who knows what will .  with a soft surprised gasp ,  her legs kicked up  ( and barely into the fire due to the height of whoever is holding her now ) .  turning her head ,  all the spiked feelings of fear and panicked quieted down ,  though her heart has yet to slow down with the rest of her .

   ❝ …  hi dad , ❞   she said softly ,  trying to focus on relaxing the damned organ still beating quickly .   ❝ and how have you been this fine evening ? ❞

It had been a long time since he’d taken a trip to visit Wendy. Things were probably overdue too, if their sudden reaction was anything to judge by. They didn’t used to be startled by him picking them up. “GREETINGS, WENDY. I AM IN SUSTAINABLE CONDITION. REPAIRS ARE NEEDED, BUT NOT NECESSARY IMMEDIATELY.” Truth was, he was in a pretty roughed up shape, but it wasn’t enough to cause him any serious trouble. Dents here and there, and in a couple places there lie claw marks that made their presence known on the metal chassis. It was obvious he’d been fighting hounds recently.

Tagged by: @wendyxcarter Tagging: ...nah

MUSE:

Name: WX-78 Nickname: The Soulless Automaton, Robodad Zodiac Sign: ?? Probably a Virgo Gender: None (He/It pronouns tho) Favorite color: Red Average hours of sleep:  0-4 Last thing you googled: “...SEARCH ENGINE NOT LOCATED.” Height: 6′

MUN:

If you ignore the fact that I'm running from a couple of terrorbeaks in the ruins for a minute you'll notice that I've somehow managed to craft myself a 107% weapon durability dark sword 

“PATHETIC FLESHLING, THAT WILL TEACH YOU TO FACE A SUPERIOR BEING!”

First time using this strategy to kill dragonfly The fight was surprisingly short and it was pretty easy to execute. Finally, I don’t have to use gunpowder anymore in my games.

MX-01 (or Triumphant WX-78) version here

Conformist     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆    Rebel

Naive             ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★   Cynical

Indecisive      ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆  Inflexible

Selfish           ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆   Self-sacrificing Apathetic       ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆  Emotional Fearful           ☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆☆  Reckless Childish          ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★ Humorless Dependent     ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆ Loner Passive          ☆☆☆☆☆☆★☆☆☆ Aggressive

“IF YOU WANT MY LITERAL OPINION, I WOULD CONSIDER YOUR ACHIEVEMENT A LITTLE MORE THAN MEDIOCRE IN IMPRESSIVENESS. NOT TO MENTION YOUR STUBBORNNESS IN ADDING SUCH AN IMPRACTICAL WEAPON TO THE DEVICE THAT WILL ULTIMATELY BE COUNTER PRODUCTIVE TO IT’S SUCCESSFUL REPEATED USE IS PURELY IDIOTIC.” Oh, he’s heard of these ‘Wilsons’ and their ‘scientific achievements’. At best few of them are above par in their knowledge of the working scientific world. All of them were primitive though, regardless of actual intelligence level.

Wilson: Sure. He's a Gentleman Scientist who's spent a long time in the wilderness with a beard. He'd also sound like a squeaky toy if you punched him, just instead of duck noises it'd be horn noises.

Willow: Are you sure you want to fight someone who could set you on fire without any problem? You'd probably burn to ashes before then.

Wolfgang: Is Wolfgang full? Hell no, he'd crush every puny bone in your body. And punch out all your blood too. Is Wolfgang hungry? Then you might stand a chance. But Wolfgang looks so pathetic when he's scrawny. Don't fight a scrawny Wolfgang, that's just rude!

Wendy: Yes, fight the little girl. That's perfectly noble of you. Also, her sister will come and murder you.

Wes: You'd probably only need to glare at him bad and he'd collapse. Jerk.

Wickerbottom: Fighting old ladies, eh? Well that's not nice of you, but that old lady can probably zap you to death with all her book magic.

WX-78: That robot doesn't seem so tough! Except when he's munching on gears all day. Then run. Run far away from WX-78.

Woodie: He's got a sick looking axe. And he turns into a Werebeaver. I'm certain you can manage it, though.

Wigfrid: Not only would she beat you up six ways from Sunday, but she'd blow out your eardrums in the process too.

Webber: What are you, a monster? Why would you fight this precious spider child? You evil, evil person.

Maxwell: I'm certain if you punch Maxwell very hard, he'd die immediately. But then again, Maxwell doesn't need to fight you. He'll just send all his puppets to kill you instead. Good luck being outnumbered.

eyes @therecper real hard

“Oh, sorry! Our name is Webber! We’ve just heard about you!” He should of figured the other wouldn’t know of them. It didn’t seem like the robot cared about knowing other survivors.

“We just wanted to introduce ourselves to you!”

“Change forms… I see.” Charlie didn’t mind his questions, not too much at least, as she was so used to hearing them. After all, everyone was always dying to know just who this new queen was. What sort of person could so easily defeat Maxwell and take the throne with just a mere touch? She’d never reveal everything about herself, of course, it wouldn’t matter to anyone in the end. Who she ‘really’ was was as insignificant as dust. All that mattered is that she was here and she had plans for this world. “I do admit this is something new I have acquired, but make no mistake. The throne didn’t give me this power, I’ve always had it.” Of course, she could never use it. She was always struggling against herself, her two halves always fighting for dominance in a never ending cycle. It was a stressful, tiring time, but had Charlie known what could be accomplished with just a simple compromise, she might have done is a whole lot sooner. Being stuck to the night was not something she enjoyed, no, she always loved being in the spotlight.

It was interesting to finally be able to obtain more understanding of this being. Even without his logic being able to fully comprehend the full extent of everything yet, the more pieces he had the better he could form the complete picture that was the very nature of this world: this island. Not to mention it never hurt to get information straight from the most direct in power of the island’s form such as the current ruler.

Their explanation of changing forms though reminded him of another piece information he was missing connections with. “ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE CHILD NAMED WENDY? SHE HAS CHANGED APPEARANCES AND I’VE SEEN HER MANIPULATING SHADOWS. DID YOU GIVE HER THAT POWER?” Of course the human child he was so fond of would come to his mind. Perhaps the Queen would have the answers Wendy lacked the details of. After all the very idea that they have always been able to change their own form could potentially be able to extend to others as well with their new position of power.

“ I DON’T KNOW. IF THIS JUST SO HAPPENS TO BE TEMPORARY, WHAT WOULD HAPPEN TO THOSE UPGRADES WHEN I RETURN TO MY GOOD FISHY BODY? WOULD THE DISAPPEAR?

SHOULD I ASK FOR SOMEONE FROM PILTOVER FOR HELP?”

That--that was actually a good question, however in his experience switching from being an automaton to a fleshling then back again really didn’t change anything except perception of the world around you. He hardly considered the opposite scenario to be any different. That being said, he just gave an unsure shrug in response. “I DO NOT KNOW, THEY WILL LIKELY DISAPPEAR, YES.”