Some faint noises can be heard by the front door of the factory. Two voices, and the rattling of the front door. It sounds like someone’s trying to get in. “C’mon, c’mon, there’s gotta be something in here, I just know it!” One voice speaks excitedly. It must be the one trying to open the door. “...Did you check the giant faded sign?” The other asks. “...Oh.” “I- really don’t know about this… We’re pretty damn far from the base…” “Don’t you usually have contracts out this far?” “Aye, but never to some old factory… Maybe my senses have been acting up lately, but something literally smells off…” “Well then I’ll go in by myself.” “Not a chance, I’m coming with you.” “Well alright then.” The first voice huffs. They finally manage to get the door open… -@cosmically-multiversal-militia

[ uhoh. ]

[ Sammy's mind began to race- Were these people sent by the voice?? Was he about to get terminated??? ]

[ ... ]

[ Did they already get Sniper...? ]

[ No. No time to be thinking of worst case scenarios. It had to go and look. It had to make sure that it and Proto had enough time to escape. ]

[ Sammy's hull shook as metallic footsteps rang out throughout the halls, getting closer and closer to the two unknown voices until he was close enough to peek at them from around the corner, one bright, vermillion eye shining in the dimly lit factory. ]

[ It was meant to be just another nap. Otto would go to sleep, and then wake up around when humans usually had dinner. It was something he did almost every day since his cooling systems didn’t work as well as other robot’s did. ]

[ Today, however, it was cut short by a throbbing pain stabbing through his head. Otto stirred awake, holding their head in their hands. Is this war a headache was like?? ]

[ They slowly got up and out of bed before exiting their room, looking around the workshop for anything that could relieve their pain. They tried screwing off their face plate to relieve any built-up pressure, but that only brought up unpleasant memories before they quickly screwed it back on. ]

[ They tried going outside and face-planting into a snowbank. It felt nice, but it didn’t do anything to relieve the pain. ]

[ He even tried eating a prop dollar, hoping the high would make it go away, but oddly enough his hull almost instantly rejected it, causing Otto to spit it out before it could even reach his fuel tank. Odd. ]

[ …Maybe it was something wrong with his files? ]

[ Otto went over to the computer in Mechanic’s workshop, grabbing a nearby chair and preparing to plug himself in. ]

[ … ]

[ …Maybe it would be a good idea to have someone watching him. ]

ARTHUR?? SIPHY??

[ He figured those two would be the best options- he didn’t want to involve anyone younger than himself like Mashya or Ymir. ]

@emotionally-anxious-spybots

10/21/xxxx

TF2 OC drawings—Can you tell which one is mine?

A greenhouse? All the way out here?

This place never runs out of things to surprise me with. They wouldn't mind if I took a peak, would they?

V twists the throttle on her motorcycle and speeds up before veering off of the road and stopping in front of the greenhouse, kicking up the desert sand into a cloud behind her.

She steps off and towards the building, hands inside of her pockets and a smile on her face.

What would someone grow here? Flowers? Maybe some nice vegetables.

-@emotionally-helpful-illusionist

[ The weather was warming, so Esmé's routine was back to working on the garden for the better part of the day. And that day, she was conducting general maintenance: watering plants, checking for blight, the works. ]

[ She was used to visitors by now, but normally, they didn't show up in loud, revving vehicles. As such, she got up from where she was sitting to see who was approaching. Looks like. . . A human? That's new. She made her way closer to the garden's entrance. ]

OH! GOOD DAY!

I DO NOT BE BELIEVE WE HAVE MET?

ah yes the fun part of roleplay… cringefail frenchman bullying his sick loser son before proceeding to get rolled over by a comically engineer shaped steam roller

*hands you another identical plush white bat* here, so the other bat can have a friend :D

Ohoho!! Twins!! Aww, danke, liebchen!!

. . . CABINET MAN !

an independent and selective multimuse featuring a wide selection of muses ( one that gets added to every day ! ) writer is undy ; he . they . it . 20 years old.

underworldsarcade. used to be underworldslibrary ( i accidentally deleted all of my blogs. )

rules | muses | tags

BLOGROLL ;

@dfect - chai ( hi - fi rush ) : primary

@duskbrn - wayfarer ( original character ) : primary

@hrrisn - sean harrison ( star trek original character ) : primary

@turnabovt - phoenix wright : primary

@mordiin - mordin solus : secondary

@underesources - resource blog : active

@finalfronticr - james tiberius kirk : secondary

April Fools checklist

-put gum in @atomicbonkenergydrink's hat

-Drew funny faces on @listenupcupcakes's weird wooden cutouts

-Put glitter in @mmphmmphmrf's flamethrower's canister thingy

-Put a woopee cushion on Engineer's chair

-Put a bow on Sasha

-Put ink on Lookout's binnoculars

-watered down @meeeebbottalofscruhmpyuyy's booze

-Replaced @elegantredsnake's cigarettes with candy ones

-swapped @itsajobnotamentalsickness jarates with jars of lemonade

-planted a fake bird in @anotherbloodiedbonesaw lab

Pauling recently gave us some kinda camera to use as a way to ‘improve our public Image’

Honestly, I defo can say we’re professionals.

x

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(@physically-bloody-medibot)

Oh! Proto! Good t- CRIKEY!!

Rather than reacting with fear at the sight of his friend’s new appearance, he was absolutely fascinated by him. And he did the first thing that came to mind- get a closer look at his mouth.

I’ve never seen teeth like THAT before! Closest thing i can compare them to is some kinda’ crocodile, or maybe a shark? I dunno, but either way they’re VERY cool!

1/10

[sisyphus once again finds herself pacing outside of ottos room]

[while arthur was in control of the body last night, she had discovered something in their internal landscape - two new doors]

[this was important. it possibly meant two new program-mates, possibly meaning another huge change]

[she felt like she had to tell somebody, and otto was the only one she could really confide in]

[she knocked on the door]

otto? may i come in?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[ Today had been absolutely awful for Otto. ]

[ He was still trying to process everything that happened at the clubhouse most sentient robots frequented. By this point, he couldn’t even remember most of the day. All he knew was that he had the worst “wakemare” of his life and ended up hurting somebody. Bad. ]

[ However, hearing their sister’s voice helped to stop the spiral of self destructive thoughts he was going down. ]

…YEAH, YOU CAN

"Bolty!" Jane called out, having picked up the nickname from the bots that hung around frequently. "I brought beer!"

He stood impatiently outside the MRN Medic's office, zipped up in a brown leather blazer. Notably, he'd left his helmet at home. Looks like the doctor had finally reached a trusted enough status in Jane's mental hierarchy that he could bear to make eye contact.

The man rocked on his heels, looking over his shoulder. MRN was a subsidiary of RED, but he still felt as if someone could come around the corner and nail him to the wall with a knife if he wasn't careful.

And he'd heard too many stories about how unpredictable Humboldt's team could be.

@emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[ Everything was. . . A lot. Just a lot. ]

[ Hearing Jane's voice was at least a pleasant surprise; they hadn't talked in some time, so he wasn't hesitant to answer the door to his office. Maybe he was hoping to find a distraction from the actual hell he experienced these past few weeks. ]

[ It was clear the doctor had been put through the wringer. He looked dull and sullen compared to the frantic curiosity and welcoming nature he'd normally have. Was that new grey hair? Either way, he still tried to muster that same energy, if nothing else, to save his friend from worrying too much. ]

"Oh! Jane, it's good to see you again. Everything alright with you?"

[sisyphus grumbled to himself as he walked through the wilderness]

[arthur had ended the nights patrol outof sight of the workshop, leaving sisyphus, lacking knowledge of the area, to get lost]

[soon enough, a building came into veiw - definitely mannco, definitely not the workshop]

[silhouetted against one of the windows was a soldierbot]

[sisyphus approached the window and knocked]

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[ Clifford was understandably startled by the sudden knocking, letting out a loud yelp as they jumped from their designated “reading spot”. ]

[ Carefully, they lifted up the window and looked outside, spotting the spybot in the dead of night. ]

HELLO? IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR MISTER BOLT THEN IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE LATE FOR THAT…

HELLO FREIND

DO YOU WANT TO TAKE A WALK WITH ME? I THOUGHT IT MIGHT BE NICE TO GO TOGETHER

-@mentally-forgetful-medibot

GOOD DAY, FRIEND! AND YES, I WOULD LIKE TO. THAT DOES SOUND QUITE NICE. [ She put a bookmark in the chapter she'd been reading; a walk with Penny sounded a lot better than reading, quite frankly. ] IS THERE ANYWHERE IN PARTICULAR WE ARE HEADED, OR ARE WE JUST TAKING A STROLL?