A starter for @melancholic-herald

Heavy footsteps echoed through the dense fog of Zaun’s Emberflit Alley as a brightly colored robotic automaton searched through the street for the scientist known for his robots and augments. The robot’s headpiece’s bells jingling through the night’s thick smog.

The automaton stopped as he finally reached the laboratory’s large gates. Shaco showing off his magic as he blinked over the gates. His large blue optics blinked as his inner lens narrowed to read the small text on the large metal doors to his creator's laboratory.

The robotic jester was in rough shape as parts of his chassis was rusting, others were dented and his arms were bandaged to hide his missing arm plates and twisted wires. The automaton rose his creaky arm and rung the bell, it’s sharp buzz echoing through the building as the robot finally spoke, his voice box faint and distorted from age.

Oops. Even as a robot, nothing can save you from a Freudian slip. Just because he repaired you and treats you kindly doesn’t mean that he’s now your dad.

Its been days since Shaco left the laboratory for his own curiosity and sick search for victims to torture with his knives and horrible humor. He blinked past the large iron doors and heard silence.

Shaco's core skipped a beat as he let his optics wander around the quiet hallways. Did something happen? One of the watchbots hovered down the hall to greet the jester as he communicated to him what had happened in his lab days after her left.

He didn't know much about humans, or emotional bonds and how they form so quickly, but his core ached at the news as he ran to his room. With a click of a button,he removed his bulky teal jester helm and let his bright orange hair loose down his face. He needed to relax, but first thing's first was taking care of his 'adoptive' Creator.

He got to work preparing a cup of sweetmilk, Viktor's favorite as he told a watchbot wandering around aimlessly to bring blankets before they both marched over to Viktor's personal laboratory.

"March march march!" The jester said cheerily as he tried to hide his worry until he knocked on the door with his free hand.

"Viktor?" he whispered into the dark room, thr glow of electronics faint as he walked in with the watchbot carrying blankets. "I just came back home and I heard what happened....are you alright? I brought some sweetmilk for you."