As you enter into the odd space you were certain wasn't there before, you find yourself in a weird fleshy room.
" ahem, "
You snap your head towards the source of the noise, finding yourself face to face with an robot.
" And what are you doing here? " it asks. Surprisingly, there's no anger in its voice or any hint of emotion for that matter.
OOC section:
Hello everybody, iminsomanyfandoms here! This blog, as well as the AskHenry blog, our my sideblogs
Credits to the AskClockey and Glitchyglitch for inspiring me to make this blog!
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Things to know
Freelance Surgeon will go it/they/he pronouns throughout this blog
This blog isn't connected to AskClockey, although there may be an plot line or 2 featuring it.
Freelance Surgeon has a hard time expressing emotions (as he is an machine) but it doesn't mean they can't feel emotions.
This blog doesn't follow the Canon game plot, but it will hint at events that happen in-game.
Continuing: this blog contains potential spoilers for people who haven't finished/played the game, any posts that may contain such will have an warning beforehand.
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" The reasoning behind it is a lot simpler than you'll expect, " The Surgeon started, clasping their hands together gently.
" You see, ever since I made myself into an machine, my ability to feel and express emotions have been heavily affected. Singing is one of the few ways that allow me to express myself in an more clearer way then just attempting to mimic an certain emotion. "
Broski do you even know what poly relationships are because I think it would’ve saved you a LOT of time
" Ah, I see you misunderstand my reasoning behind my bride. " The Surgeon said, clamping his hands together gently.
" You see, I'm quite aware of poly relationships. The problem wasn't that I couldn't decide, rather I wanted both somebody strong and beautiful but I didn't want to leave my partners or force them to compromise." They corrected, acting as if they weren't admitting the most batshit thing ever (at least, in this blog so far).
They started ever since Henry hit my head really hard…
The Surgeon felt themselves freeze up, abit surprising for them as they should've expected such an answer.
" I see. . . " they said, seemingly processing what they had just heard.
" . . . Maybe you should stay with me for abit, just so i can monitor these 'naps' of yours. Don't worry about Henry right now, he doesn't need to know your here. " they said, though deep down they knew exactly why they were asking you to stay.
is napping as bad as Henry says it is? I keep taking naps and Henry says it’s making me lazy, but I can’t seem to remember going to even take them… it’s like I just pass out… is it really that awful?
The Surgeon paused for an moment, he looked. . . Concerned surprisingly, even if its voice didn't contain it.
" Okay, 1, just because Henry says something, doesn't mean he's right, that man believes he has authority in this place from what I've seen. Naps can be very good for an growing mind. 2, what do you mean you can't remember taking these 'naps'? You shouldn't be passing out at all unless you're not getting proper rest. . . " The Surgeon's voice trailed off, almost as if something clicked in its head.
" I'm gonna need you to be honest with me right now, but how long have these 'naps' been happening? "
" Henry? . . . I've met the man before. " The Surgeon admited, pausing for an moment.
" None of my interactions with him were bad, but they certainly weren't good either. . . I only ever found out about him after he enlisted my help for- " The Surgeon paused, clearly stopping him from saying something.
" Well, I can't say why he needed my help, that's confidential. But it wouldn't be the last time I had to preform such an task. . . Nor would it be the last person I had to do it on. "
" My creation? " The Surgeon questioned, momentarily stopping the work he was doing.
" Well, this may seem surprising to admit, but I found that I've grown abit fond of it. It certainly isn't my best project I've made but it certainly is one of them. I'm not sure how, but a part of me can't help but feel like an parent towards it, no doubt due to how much time it's spent around me. " He noted.
Despite the fact he was referring to Clockey as one would refer to an simple object, there seemed to be a hint of fondness in his voice, or at least an attempt at such an thing.
" Such an feeling is odd to me, considering. . " The Surgeon glanced at himself for a moment, as if he was hesitating. " what I've become. "