TOO MANY BOTS! - Inscryption mini-fic - Reader insert
You couldnât believe this. How did this come to pass? WHY did something like this come to pass?? You mentally stare into nothing as you hide behind the tumped over table that used to be the Botopia map. You hold your head as multiple robotic voices fill the room from behind the table. You carefully turn around and peek over the edge of the ruined tablet-table and watch in silence as you observe what occurred before your eyes. Where P03 was previously sitting, there were now 5 bots arguing.
One little mistake led to this outbreak of P03 look-alikes. In hindsight, you probably shouldâve looked where you were running as you rushed into the room with the crystal module⌠One rough bump into the table was all it took for P03 to be knocked back into his own scanner. With a flurry of electricity, loud whirs, and a small explosion, you found yourself where you currently were now. Hiding behind the ruined botopia table like a coward from all the new robots that filled the room. They all shared similarities to P03, but had various differences in their faces, arms, and frames. There were two you were familiar with. The Photographer and The Archivist. But instead of being just actors that were being played by P03, they now had their own frames! Their own bodies! The Photographer, now separated from P03, was easily the biggest bot in the room. A large upper frame gave it a rather intimidating form. Then, the arms of the Photographer didnât share similarities to P03. Instead, it has long arms with 3 digits on the end. With the obvious difference with it having two arms instead of just one, the hands werenât pincer-like. The Photographer even had a different color palette than P03. Having an orangish-like glow instead of cyan blue. Then, there was The Archivist. Similar to The Photographer, she was also tall. But not as tall as Photo. Her frame was a bit more curved, but still angular. Then, like Photo, she also was sporting two arms. With the exception that one seemed to be a scanner of some kind. The other was a long arm that ended in four short rounded fingers. Her color was also different from P03. With hers being a bright pale yellow instead of cyan, just like Photo.
Then, there were two other bots that you didnât recognize. One with an eerie one-eye sharp-toothed grin, and multiple wires hanging off of his form. Long lanky skeletal-like limbs hung by his sides and his form almost seemed to twitch or spark at random. He lookedâŚthe most unstable out of the group of bots. There was just something so menacing about his form that made you shrink down every time his white light scanned over the knocked over table. His frame was leaner than the others, even P03 has a thicker frame! Then, just like the other bots, his light was also different. It was a bright white light instead of a normal color, however. Then, there was the one bot that looked nearly exactly like P03. With the missing limb and everything. The only notable difference was that there was an antenna poking out of their head. They even had a childish-like face. They were easily the most friendliest-looking out of them all. Like the others, there was also a slight difference in their light. Except it was a soft green instead of a harsh cyan. In a strange way, you wouldâve considered the friendly bot to be a sibling of P03. âUGH! YOU ARE ALL GETTING IN MY WAY! YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!!â Wow. Speaking of P03âŚthere he was. Glaring down The Photographer.
It wasâŚkinda hilarious to see such a small bot face off to such a large one. It was similar to seeing a pissed chihuahua try to take on a stoic mastiff. âNegative.â The large Photographer states boldly, crossing his arms while staring down at P03 with a tightened iris. âYOU ARE! It was all going perfectly! Then that stupid idiot gamer just had toâTHAT GAMER.â P03 growls out as he turns to look at the rest of the room. You duck down behind the table and hold your breath, silently hoping that P03 doesnât find you hiding behind the table. âThe gamer?â The Photographerâs rumbling voice speaks up, as if to question P03. âYou think theyâre behind this?â He continues. P03 turns to challenge the bigger bot, giving him an annoyed glare. âThink?! Donât insult me! I KNOW that the reason why you all are here is because they PUSHED me into my own scanner! Copies! Of me! In the most crucial time-sensitive moment! Ooooh, when I find themââ âI donât think they did it intentionally.â Photo cuts in, shaking his head dismissively. âWHAT?!â P03 barks. âHOW CAN THEY NOT HAVE DONE IT INTENTIONALLY?!â âAccidents happen.â Photo bluntly states. âOh? How so?â P03 argues. âWell, they didnât make you, so thereâs that.â Photo retorts. P03 takes a second to process it before he angrily tries to whack the larger bot, to which Photo merely places a clawed hand on top of his screen to hold the smaller bot at a distance. You sigh silently as you try to think of a way to sneak away from this predicament. Hopefully you could hide in the factory somewhere. Somewhere far away in the depthsâŚmaybe you would drown yourself in the dredger room while you were at it. ThenâŚtheeeen you feel something looking at you. Despite all the arguing, you look over your shoulder to see the P03 look-alike with the antenna looking at you from on top of the overturned table. Their gaze was widely curious and interested. You merely met it with a wide-eyed stare of empty fear as you hear the two in the background grow louder before the familiar voice of the archivist spoke up. âPlease! Please, gentlebots! Calm down! Things will work out if we just stop this fighting!â The Archivist says in the background as she wedges herself between P03 and Photo. The three were now amidst a power struggle while you and the P03 look-alike stare at one another. You held a finger to your lips and tried to not initiate conversation. But this childish robot almost seemed tempted to greet you. However, it didnât take long before the white light from the unstable bot landed on the look-alike that was staring you down. NOW you were far more than nervous. âW-What ya looking at, Golly-ly?â The distorted voice of the intimidating unstable bot rang out like a loud source of static. The fighting pauses as âGollyâ turns to look over their shoulder and smile at the approaching menace. âThereâs a person over here, Canvas! I donât know them, but they seem friendly!â Golly, the naive goofball, blurts out. You visibly cringe as your hiding place is quickly discovered. You can visibly see P03 break away from The archivist and The photographer as he begins to make his way over. IT WAS TIME TO GO. You jump up from your hiding place and bolt out of the room. Heading into the factory as you do so. Not even taking notice of the surprised looks on the other bots as you sprint from the room like a startled deer. The moment P03 locked onto your form, he rapidly hovered after you with ill intention. â(NAMEEE)!!!â He yells out. âIâM SORRY!! I DIDNâT MEAN TO P03!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAââ You scream as you run into the factory with P03 in hot pursuit. The other bots follow you both in quick succession. Either in an effort to save you from P03 or for sadistic curiosity as to what would happen if he caught you was yet to be said.
