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What Tools Do You Need for DIY Soldering?

[I’m glad you enjoyed it so! Also, I know like nothing about medical stuff so it you want more medically accurate uhhh sorry. I try, but why let reality get in the way of a fun idea?]

CW: medical whump, restraints, forced intubation, conditioning, denial of communication tools, 

[Follow up to the Machine]

Whumper smiled as they ventured down the hall, down to visit their sweet little captive. And they were sweet, had been for a while now. Big eyes that took in everything and nothing all at once, hanging on Whumper’s next word in the hopes that they wouldn’t be left alone in the dark again.

But they would be. They always would be.

Whumper entered the room, pressing the button to start the dimmer. The room lit slowly, gradually, to not be so rough on Whumpee’s eyes.

Whumper was kind.

Tool freezes, eyes going incredibly wide. Oh, oh no they can’t. They could never. the Mechanic would be so incredibly angry at them. He would, would -oh. A foreign yet familiar way of thinking came over them.

If the machine was gone, than he couldn’t put them back in.

Bolstered by this idea, Tool made their way to the room. The feeling of it, the very air made them shiver. They hated this room, feared it. It was worse than anything else they had ever experienced, and they would be glad to see it go.

They picked up the Mechanic’s stool, gripping it tightly. After a breath to compose themself, they swing it down hard on the control panel.

Again, and again, and again.

In the end, they stood panting my the crushed systems. It was gone, really gone. No longer could the threat of this awful thing hang over their head. They were free of it, even if they weren’t free of the Mechanic.

But if the machine was gone, what kept them there?

“Well then.”

Tool spun around, still armed with the stool. The Mechanic looked so displeased, it made their legs weak. But no, no – it didn’t matter if the man was displeased anymore. He couldn’t do anything to them. They were free, even if they were still in the building.

“What on earth came over you,” he pondered. He looked displeased, but he didn’t look angry. Didn’t have that sheen of rage come over his face. He began to circle tool, who moved to keep the stool in between them.

“You know this behavior is unacceptable, don’t you?”

Tool nearly squeaked out an answer, but caught themself. No, no it didn’t matter. What the Mechanic wanted didn’t matter anymore.

He took a step closer and looked Tool directly in the eyes.

“You know that wasn’t my only one, right?”

Tool thought they might faint. The older man smiled, grabbing one of the stool’s legs and ripping it out of Tool’s grip.

“Oh no no no. I have another. An older version, not as finely crafted and designed. Mismatching parts from set I’ve stolen from across the years. It’s much rougher, more blunt. I had to make another as the prototype was ineffective. You understand what I mean by ‘ineffective,’ don’t you?”

Tool nodded, trying to back away. Oh, oh this was such a mistake. How could they ever be so foolish!

“Hm. Good, then I’m sure you won’t mind being the first to use it after all this time. I’ll warn you before hand, the ventilation system is a big slow. Never could get it quite right. And there’s no timer on the feeding pump – but you said you understood ineffective.”

The Mechanic grabbed Tool’s hair, pulling them close as they whimpered and went limp.

[Tool.... comfort? Look I am making this up as a go.] 

CW: implied hospital setting, implied intubation, implied surgery, dis//sociation, flashback 

[Other Tool things (NOT FLUFFY)] 

They woke to a familiar feeling. Not a good one, oh no not a good one, but familiar nonetheless.

They hadn’t even opened their eyes before they let their consciousness slip away. They phased out, not letting anything reach them. If nothing could reach them, nothing could hurt them. They could just kind of drift, not fighting or suffering. Just waiting until things got better.

There was a sniff and the rustling of clothes. Someone else? The Mechanic? Was he here? Was he watching over them? They – Tool turned their head towards the sound and began to open their eyes. He liked that. Liked it when they tried to come back when he was there. He liked it when Tool got scared, light eyes ringed in helpless terror.

But it wasn’t the Mechanic. It was a girl, dark hair in high ponytail. She looked tired, head resting on her hands.

She looked familiar. They couldn’t place why.

After a moment, she looked up and saw they were awake.

“Hey,” she said softly, moving a little closer to the bed. Bed? Tool let it go. They started to let themself drift again, away from the world that could hurt them and scare them.

“Hey, Casper, hey you’re okay.”

Tool’s brows furrowed. Who – their thought process got interrupted by someone taking their hand and rubbing a thumb across it softly. They glanced down, distracted by her nail polish. Three of the fingers were purple, one was green, and the other was a glittery silver. Julie always did that though, saying that she had enough nail polish to make every finger a different color everyday.

Tool blinked, looked back up to the face. Julie?

They remembered their first day in the apartment, unnerved by all the people. Sharing a space with four other people? They hadn’t ever done that before. There would be a lot going on, wouldn’t there. Lots of people coming and going.

But they knew these people. Liked them. They were all nice, if a bit loud sometimes. They had chosen to sign the lease and move in with them. And there was a room, that was to be all theirs. They were going to pick out paint later.

“Heads up, Casper!” called a voice from behind them. Mike, carrying a mini fridge up the stairs. They moved out of his way, a bit confused.

“Casper?” They asked quietly. Julie popped her head out from the kitchen.

“Like the cartoon.”

They shook their head. They didn’t know what that was. Julie’s face lit up.

“Ohh, we are so watching movies tonight.”

Someone distantly yelled something about popcorn. Julie fake-gagged. “I swear to GOD Kai. You can make that truffle popcorn if you want, but I’m making the microwave stuff the way the farmers intended.”

She disappeared behind a wall again and they smiled. Casper. They kinda liked it.

They looked at her again, started to get scared. They wanted to go back to the apartment, they didn’t know what happened.

Julie shushed them, rubbing their hand. “You’re okay Casper. You’re in the hospital. Had a little surgery, but doc says you’re doing fine. You’ll be home soon. Can you try and get a little more sleep?”

They nodded, closing their eyes and squeezing her hand.

~ 

Omg “Cog” I love it.

Tool List for the Apocalypse

I never realized how cool my father’s workbench was when I was younger. My Dad had a corner of our basement devoted to building and fixing things for our family. His workbench wasn’t that large and he didn’t have 80 square feet of peg-board adorned with every tool imaginable. He didn’t have the sharpie silhouettes of each tool’s shape to make it easier for the messy kids to find the right spot…