"HEY, BRAH. YOU'RE THE SHRINK HERE, RIGHT? 'CAUSE LIKE, SOME OF THE PEOPLE ON MY FLOOR WANTED ME TO SEE YOU." KR45H grumbles something before continuing, "I GUESS THEY WERE WORRIED?"
7201 flinched, dropping a box of glitter and backing up. This bot was loud and he couldnât understand half the words he spoke. After a moment of fearful staring, he managed to mumble out, âS-shrink? WhatâŠ?â There was a sudden sharp pain in his head, and he winced. Trying to open up a notes document was a bad idea, even if it was what he always did when he saw other bots.
Noticing how startled the smaller bot was, the crash test dummy raised his hands up, as if to signify him meaning no harm. âWOAH, SORRY.â Taking an effort to lower his volume, he continued, âYOUâRE THE THERAPIST, RIGHT? THE SHRINK? THE DOCTOR YOU GO TO FOR MENTAL THINGS INSTEAD OF PHYSICAL THINGS?â The bot frowned. âSPEAKING OF DOCTORS⊠DO YOU NEED TO GO TO MEDICAL FLOOR? YOU DONâT LOOK TOO HOT.â
He nodded slightly, and calmed down a little as he at least attempted to lower his volume. 7201 quietly added âshrinkâ to his database. How strange, he had never heard such language. At the mention of the medical ward, though, he flinched again and hid his face. âN-no! Reset. N-no reset.â He didnât need to be reset again, and that was most likely to happen if he went.
"WAIT. YOU WERE RESET? AM I GETTING THIS RIGHT?" The confusion on the bot's face was apparent as he spoke. "I... SORRY, BRAH. DO YOU WANT ME TO SHOW YOU AROUND OR SOMETHING? OR DO YOU JUST WANT TO CHILL OUT?" Unsure of what to do, the test dummy nearly wrapped his arms around the therapist, but stopped as to avoid actual contact.














