#it is implied

Mahatma and Albus both looked at the younger member of the group, currently cowering away from both looking very terrified. As Karmor backed away, he caught the glimpse of a knife conveniently placed on the table, to which he grabbed and pointed at the two strangers that were attempting to approach and settle down this confusion.

— "WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU PEOPLE?!" — Karmor yelled, surprising both men.

— "You can talk?!" — Mahatma yelled back, looking at Albus before he frowned at Karmor.

Karmor frowned back, very confused at the question. — "Yes??? What the fuck do you mean by- WAIT! Don't change the subject!"

— "We are trying to explain, you moron." — Albus chimed in — "Jeez, your voice is so squeaky..."

Karmor took offense to that and yelled a deafening "HEY!" at Albus, to which both men flinched and almost covered their ears at that. Once he saw that the boy wasn't going to argue back, Albus elbowed Mahatma to signal that he should be the one to explain things to...Karmor?

— "Uhm...okay, uh- so you're still Karmor, right?" — Mahatma asked, more gentle this time.

— "How do you know my name?" — Karmor asked back.

— "I'll take that as an yes, so! Do you remember what happened? How you got here, or what happened to your clothes?" — Mahatma took one step forward, but stopped once he saw his friend tense up.

Karmor looked down at his own clothes, confused as to what he meant. He was wearing an oversized shirt not so neatly ducked into his baggy jeans, alongside his high school debate class sweater that had a few loose stitches from overuse, and some basic slippers. He looked fine, in his mild opinion.

— "I look fine, the hell do you mean by that?" — he sneered at Mahatma, but then shook his head — "Anyways- uh...I just came back from school and went to take a nap on my couch then suddenly, I'm here! I don't know what happened."

Mahatma nodded in understatement, but then frowned at the mention of Karmor going to school. Albus seemed to have caught on it first.

— "You don't go to school." — Albus said.

— "What? Yes I do!" — Karmor snapped back.

— "No, you don't." — Albus repeated, crossing his arms — "You're too old to go to school."

— "Old? I'm 17, that's not old!"

Albus frowned and looked back at Mahatma, who looked just as confused as he was. All of this was just a bunch of nonsense at this point. They began to whisper to themselves first:

— "Did you make him change something today?" — Mahatma asked Albus.

— "No, I didn't. Did you?" — Albus returned the question.

— "No...neither did Attila, for as long as I remember." — Mahatma began to look back, trying to find any instance where they needed Karmor to change something — "And we didn't even ask for him to change anything in like, a long time too."

— "Then what the hell is this?"

— "Most definitely Karmor. But, not really? I mean- I don't know, honestly."

Karmor looked at both, so deeply confused. They acted like they knew him, even confusing his age, which didn't make sense since he doesn't even know these people. And now that he looked at them, they also looked very strange. Does that brute have HORNS?

— "You both still didn't answer my question." — Mahatma and Albus looked back at Karmor — "Where am I?"

Mahatma corrected his posture. — "You're in the planet Springrock. And right now, you're in our base, since the day Hipswitch took you in remember? It's been, a few months honestly."

— "Hipswitch? Who the hell is that?" — Karmor frowned.

Albus uncrossed his arms, raising a brow. — "You...seriously don't remember?"

— "I don't even know who you guys are! And why are you both acting like you know me?!" — Karmor lowered the knife fully.

— "Because we kinda do, whelp. Just like Doc here said, you've been with us for quite some time now." — Albus explained, also noticing how stressed Mahatma seemed to be getting.

— "Wait...did you kidnap me then?!"

— "What?" — Both men said in unison.

— "You kidnapped me, it's true! How else did I get here?" — Karmor pointed the knife at them once again — "What do you want, huh?! Is this some type of reddit cultist shit? I know Nexpo made a documentary on one of those, so I know all about you freaks...!"

— "No, no! We didn't kidnap you! Were you even listening?" — Albus yelled at the boy, but that seemed to frighten him even further.

— "STAY AWAY YOU...WHATEVER DEMON COSPLAY YOU'RE PULLING!" — Karmor yelled back twice as high.

Then, they all heard the door to one of the rooms opening, and off it appeared a very alerted Hipswitch. — "What's all this noise?"

Karmor stopped his yelling once his eyes laid on the Obscuran, and suddenly all his want for defensive violence all faded away and made room for a childish infatuation. The cowboy outfit and the fact he looked(or was) a robot had placed him at ease, as he slowly lowered the knife once again.

Hipswitch stepped into the scene, and the other two men began to explain the situation to their boss, all while Karmor still looked at the robot. His eyes drifted up and down his figure, taking in the sight. The very strange combination of plaques made his physique seem muscular, and now he desperately wanted to know how. What plastics did the maker use to achieve this? And can he learn it?

Once both Albus and Mahatma were done explaining the situation to Hipswitch, he looked over at the boy with strange clothing. He stepped up and he stepped back a bit.

— "Uh, hey partner." — He even had a southern accent! It was perfect! — "How ya feeling? Are you uh, are you okay?"

Karmor's mouth was agape, completely entranced by the sight of Hipswitch that he didn't notice Albus snickering in the background.

Hipswitch waved his hand in front of the boy. — "Heeello...?"

He blinked twice, rubbing his eyes with his free hand before staring back at the robot, now a little more conscious.

— "Y-You're a robot? Like, like a real robot?" — He asked weakly.

Hipswitch looked back at the duo, who simply shrugged with the same confused air as him. He looked back at Karmor — "Uh, yeah I am. Can't you tell?"

He chuckled, and even his chuckle felt oddly real to Karmor.

— "Woah who...who built you?" — He took a step forward — "This...holy shit, this is so fucking cool!"

Hipswitch chuckled again, nervously this time. — "Uh well, no one. No one built me. I just, got poofed into existence, I guess."

— "Your accent, your muscles, this structure...this is genius! I never saw this before, not even in movies!" — He beamed, a very genuine smile appearing on his face — "You're incredible! You're- no...this is absolutely extraordinary!"

Hipswitch scratched the back of his neck, very flustered at the compliment. He was never called that before, and didn't quite know how to react to that as well.

Meanwhile, Attila complained that apparently for Hipswitch the (previously) mute boy seemed to calm his tits.

Karmor didn't waste no time. He closed the distance and quickly hovered his hands over the robot, unsure if he should touch or if he can touch. Hipswitch noticed this and nodded that it was okay, to which the boy immediately grabbed both of his cheeks onto his hands.

— "Never in my days as a robotics student have a seen a model this articulate, or even this well made...this is incredible!" — Karmor complimented, hands grabbing the other's hand and analyzing the material — "This isn't normal metal either, what is this? A-And and you seem to be sentient too! Unless you run by a code...do you run by a code?"

— "Uh I...I guess? But it's kinda my own code, if that makes sense." — Hipswitch attempted to explain — "Basically, I don't follow anyone's orders, but I can still receive and alter it if I want to. So...yeah, I guess I'm sentient."

Karmor's eyes sparkled with stars and admiration, and Hipswitch couldn't help but find that adorable.

— "Oh good, they're flirting now." — Attila sneered.

Then, Karmor grabbed the robot's shoulders with a manic expression, deeply enthusiastic. — "I need to study your insides."

— "What."

— "Woah! Slow down there, whelp!" — Albus laughed.

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