🪲Fletcher🪲

(Oc roleplay blog)

[b33tle-fangs]

Ooc: Hi yes it’s @stars-are-cool1111 here. Wanted to kinda make an rp blog for my oc so here we are.

His name is Fletcher. He’s 19-27 ish in his lore so far, so we’ll say he’s 27 in this.

He/They/It pronouns are chill.

Fletcher is a demon (species. Not like from heaven and hell.)

He has a partner named James and a very young son named Sebastian

Anything said in this color is completely in character.

Ask shit. Random or lore related, whichever you want.

Suggestive things are okay in the asks but please nothing super nsfw. Generally just be a good person and it’ll be chill!! :D

[b33tle-fangs]

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Ooc: I couldn’t put this into asks BUT BASED ON THE ROLEPLAY

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

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“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

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*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

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"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

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*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

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*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

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"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

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"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

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*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

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"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

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"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

*It says this like it's obvious. All things need fuel, right?*

{Get some water or something for them. They'll need it.}

*The robot looks around, spots a fountain nearby... and dashes over to it, before scooping up a tank of... something, and bringing it back over.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[REFUEL]"

{... A.V, you are a fucking idiot.}

*It brought this person a container of blood. Not the right fuel, buddy.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon looks up at the container, eyes widening. No way. This wasn't happening. He was losing it. This is it.* "No, no this is crazy. No, no no no. Blood fountains, what is this place??" *He began laughing uncontrollably, choking out an awful crying noise in between laughs. They stared into space, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself.* *[Okay. Okay listen. This is a robot, basically an ai. It thinks you need fuel. What runs living bodies? Blood.]* *(WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GET THE BLOOD FROM THOUGH?!?!?)* "GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!¨

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*It jumps back, accidentally spilling the blood onto the being. And then it... watches, for a moment.*

[ERROR: FUEL LEVEL STAGNANT]

[ANALYSIS RESULTS: UNABLE TO ABSORB FUEL]

{You are a fucking idiot. They don't need blood, they need water. That fountain up in Limbo-- go get some from there. You remember how we got here, right?}

*... It nods to nobody but itself, and then dashes off.*

*... Only to return minutes later with a container of water. It places the container in front of them, staring intently.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"WHAT THE HELL????" *He stared down at his body, freezing up yet again and just staring.* *The demon was pulled from the trance he seemed to be in, looking down at the water. They glanced between the robot and the bucket of water. He tentatively reached one hand out, scooping up a handful of water and bringing it to his mouth. Deeming it safe, the demon brought the container closer, drinking until he couldn't hold anymore. He used the remainder to rinse the blood from where it had spilled.* "Thanks..." *He said carefully, eyeing the robot warily. Their tail had uncurled from their body, now laying at his side.* "The water won't... kill me or anything, right? It's not like, poisoned?" *[is death any worse than this hell, Fletcher? besides, you already drank it.]* *(mmmmmh.....)*

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*It shakes its head, wings relaxing and dropping to the ground. It seems much calmer, now that he's had something to drink.*

[DIRECTIVE COMPLETE]

{There, see? Water helps. Food would also help, but food's not the easiest to come by right now.}

[FUEL]

{For fuck's sake, stOP TRYING TO GIVE THEM BLOOD!! This is NOT a blood-fueled machine, all you're doing is scaring the hell out of them!}

[QUERY: FUEL SOURCE?]

{They would likely need some form of cooked meat, or certain plant types. Be they edible roots, leaves, grains, flowers, what have you— but only certain plants are edible.}

*The robot immediately looks over at the tree it was in earlier.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*After watching the robot in silence, he tilted his head a bit.*

“What’s your name? Or, what would you like to be called? If we’re going to be stuck here, I suppose it’ll be good to get to know you.”

*The demon still scanned the environment carefully, though he didn’t seem as poised to attack as he had been in the beginning.*

“You can call me Fletcher.”

*There was a soft grumbling noise from within him, and they wrapped their arms around their torso.*

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*Name... name... It doesn't really have one.*

"[SERIAL DESIGNATION: ALTERNATIVE V MODEL PROTOTYPE 42]"

*The wings flit slightly, before once again, the robot's lights change from a soft sunset reddish orange, to blazing hot pink as it stands carefully, and... offers a hand. Why is the spirit attached one that has such a habit of theatrics?*

"As for me... Abrahm Valentin, leader of the Valentin Renegade and acting ruler of Nadoria, at your service~!"

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon freezes, turning to look over at the robot.* "Nuh uh. No you're not. I know an Abrahm Valentin. You're nothing like each other. This cannot be possible." *Fletcher shakes his head, standing up again. He reached out and carefully took their hand, shaking it. He was very obviously still shaking.* "Well... Abe did mention that there were multiple universes, I thought he was crazy..." *Fletcher shook their head again, rubbing their face.* "This is too much. This is just too much. My head hurts. This is crazy. Abe was right..."

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*The robot tilts its head, before... a metaphorical lightbulb goes off.*

"Of course... the reason Nadoria and nadorians seem to be completely unknown, the way these machines operate, the inconsistencies with this existence, the very fact that you're from Nadoria, but you have features I've never seen in a nadorian before..."

*They begin pacing.*

"This explains so many things... Including why everyone keeps bringing up these 'human' things— I haven't just gotten thrown through space itself— the Dimitrix must have sent me across some sort of dimensional barrier. And if I woke up in a body not my own... that must mean my body is still within the Domeplex! And Dovahmoira will no doubt be keeping it safe until I return— and that means as long as I can find a way to recreate the accident, there's a way out— Yes! I am BRILLIANT—!!"

[WARNING: FUEL EFFICIENCY LOW]

{Really?! Right now??? Fucking— you were not MADE to do a lot of expressing, were you?! Or a lot of ANYTHING— I need to expand the fuel capacity in our body, and probably rework the efficiency in it.}

[FUEL LEVEL: 35%]

{Good gods, already? Ugh, fine.}

*With an air of slight annoyance, the robot walks over to the blood fountain... and just casually leans against it, tossing one arm into the blood.*

"Regardless, my point stands— If you knew a version of me, but Nadoria doesn't exist here, that means we're both strays in a dimension that isn't our own. Which means no, you are NOT dying or dead."

[b33tle-fangs]

*Fletcher stares at them for quite awhile.*

“Uh, all I got from that is that we’re not dead, and that you know how to get us out of here. That’s all I need to know, really!”

*He followed the robot, paling slightly at the blood but otherwise staying determined.*

“You’re an Abrahm. But not from the universe I’m from.”

*He retrieved his phone from by the tree and returned, cursing at the now cracked screen.*

“Well goddammit.”

*His tail curled around his leg as he put his phone away in his pocket. The demon sighed again, wrapping an arm around his stomach.*

“I hope you know you’re staying with me until we’re out of here. I’m not letting you leave my side. I’m not getting stranded in some universe in the middle of fuck-ass nowhere.”

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

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*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

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*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

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*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

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*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

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"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

[av-42-model]

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

*It says this like it's obvious. All things need fuel, right?*

{Get some water or something for them. They'll need it.}

*The robot looks around, spots a fountain nearby... and dashes over to it, before scooping up a tank of... something, and bringing it back over.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[REFUEL]"

{... A.V, you are a fucking idiot.}

*It brought this person a container of blood. Not the right fuel, buddy.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon looks up at the container, eyes widening. No way. This wasn't happening. He was losing it. This is it.* "No, no this is crazy. No, no no no. Blood fountains, what is this place??" *He began laughing uncontrollably, choking out an awful crying noise in between laughs. They stared into space, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself.* *[Okay. Okay listen. This is a robot, basically an ai. It thinks you need fuel. What runs living bodies? Blood.]* *(WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GET THE BLOOD FROM THOUGH?!?!?)* "GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!¨

[av-42-model]

*It jumps back, accidentally spilling the blood onto the being. And then it... watches, for a moment.*

[ERROR: FUEL LEVEL STAGNANT]

[ANALYSIS RESULTS: UNABLE TO ABSORB FUEL]

{You are a fucking idiot. They don't need blood, they need water. That fountain up in Limbo-- go get some from there. You remember how we got here, right?}

*... It nods to nobody but itself, and then dashes off.*

*... Only to return minutes later with a container of water. It places the container in front of them, staring intently.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"WHAT THE HELL????" *He stared down at his body, freezing up yet again and just staring.* *The demon was pulled from the trance he seemed to be in, looking down at the water. They glanced between the robot and the bucket of water. He tentatively reached one hand out, scooping up a handful of water and bringing it to his mouth. Deeming it safe, the demon brought the container closer, drinking until he couldn't hold anymore. He used the remainder to rinse the blood from where it had spilled.* "Thanks..." *He said carefully, eyeing the robot warily. Their tail had uncurled from their body, now laying at his side.* "The water won't... kill me or anything, right? It's not like, poisoned?" *[is death any worse than this hell, Fletcher? besides, you already drank it.]* *(mmmmmh.....)*

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*It shakes its head, wings relaxing and dropping to the ground. It seems much calmer, now that he's had something to drink.*

[DIRECTIVE COMPLETE]

{There, see? Water helps. Food would also help, but food's not the easiest to come by right now.}

[FUEL]

{For fuck's sake, stOP TRYING TO GIVE THEM BLOOD!! This is NOT a blood-fueled machine, all you're doing is scaring the hell out of them!}

[QUERY: FUEL SOURCE?]

{They would likely need some form of cooked meat, or certain plant types. Be they edible roots, leaves, grains, flowers, what have you— but only certain plants are edible.}

*The robot immediately looks over at the tree it was in earlier.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*After watching the robot in silence, he tilted his head a bit.*

“What’s your name? Or, what would you like to be called? If we’re going to be stuck here, I suppose it’ll be good to get to know you.”

*The demon still scanned the environment carefully, though he didn’t seem as poised to attack as he had been in the beginning.*

“You can call me Fletcher.”

*There was a soft grumbling noise from within him, and they wrapped their arms around their torso.*

[av-42-model]

*Name... name... It doesn't really have one.*

"[SERIAL DESIGNATION: ALTERNATIVE V MODEL PROTOTYPE 42]"

*The wings flit slightly, before once again, the robot's lights change from a soft sunset reddish orange, to blazing hot pink as it stands carefully, and... offers a hand. Why is the spirit attached one that has such a habit of theatrics?*

"As for me... Abrahm Valentin, leader of the Valentin Renegade and acting ruler of Nadoria, at your service~!"

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon freezes, turning to look over at the robot.* "Nuh uh. No you're not. I know an Abrahm Valentin. You're nothing like each other. This cannot be possible." *Fletcher shakes his head, standing up again. He reached out and carefully took their hand, shaking it. He was very obviously still shaking.* "Well... Abe did mention that there were multiple universes, I thought he was crazy..." *Fletcher shook their head again, rubbing their face.* "This is too much. This is just too much. My head hurts. This is crazy. Abe was right..."

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[av-42-model]

*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

[av-42-model]

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

[av-42-model]

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

*It says this like it's obvious. All things need fuel, right?*

{Get some water or something for them. They'll need it.}

*The robot looks around, spots a fountain nearby... and dashes over to it, before scooping up a tank of... something, and bringing it back over.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[REFUEL]"

{... A.V, you are a fucking idiot.}

*It brought this person a container of blood. Not the right fuel, buddy.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon looks up at the container, eyes widening. No way. This wasn't happening. He was losing it. This is it.* "No, no this is crazy. No, no no no. Blood fountains, what is this place??" *He began laughing uncontrollably, choking out an awful crying noise in between laughs. They stared into space, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself.* *[Okay. Okay listen. This is a robot, basically an ai. It thinks you need fuel. What runs living bodies? Blood.]* *(WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GET THE BLOOD FROM THOUGH?!?!?)* "GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!¨

[av-42-model]

*It jumps back, accidentally spilling the blood onto the being. And then it... watches, for a moment.*

[ERROR: FUEL LEVEL STAGNANT]

[ANALYSIS RESULTS: UNABLE TO ABSORB FUEL]

{You are a fucking idiot. They don't need blood, they need water. That fountain up in Limbo-- go get some from there. You remember how we got here, right?}

*... It nods to nobody but itself, and then dashes off.*

*... Only to return minutes later with a container of water. It places the container in front of them, staring intently.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"WHAT THE HELL????" *He stared down at his body, freezing up yet again and just staring.* *The demon was pulled from the trance he seemed to be in, looking down at the water. They glanced between the robot and the bucket of water. He tentatively reached one hand out, scooping up a handful of water and bringing it to his mouth. Deeming it safe, the demon brought the container closer, drinking until he couldn't hold anymore. He used the remainder to rinse the blood from where it had spilled.* "Thanks..." *He said carefully, eyeing the robot warily. Their tail had uncurled from their body, now laying at his side.* "The water won't... kill me or anything, right? It's not like, poisoned?" *[is death any worse than this hell, Fletcher? besides, you already drank it.]* *(mmmmmh.....)*

[av-42-model]

*It shakes its head, wings relaxing and dropping to the ground. It seems much calmer, now that he's had something to drink.*

[DIRECTIVE COMPLETE]

{There, see? Water helps. Food would also help, but food's not the easiest to come by right now.}

[FUEL]

{For fuck's sake, stOP TRYING TO GIVE THEM BLOOD!! This is NOT a blood-fueled machine, all you're doing is scaring the hell out of them!}

[QUERY: FUEL SOURCE?]

{They would likely need some form of cooked meat, or certain plant types. Be they edible roots, leaves, grains, flowers, what have you— but only certain plants are edible.}

*The robot immediately looks over at the tree it was in earlier.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*After watching the robot in silence, he tilted his head a bit.*

“What’s your name? Or, what would you like to be called? If we’re going to be stuck here, I suppose it’ll be good to get to know you.”

*The demon still scanned the environment carefully, though he didn’t seem as poised to attack as he had been in the beginning.*

“You can call me Fletcher.”

*There was a soft grumbling noise from within him, and they wrapped their arms around their torso.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[av-42-model]

*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

[av-42-model]

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

[av-42-model]

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

*It says this like it's obvious. All things need fuel, right?*

{Get some water or something for them. They'll need it.}

*The robot looks around, spots a fountain nearby... and dashes over to it, before scooping up a tank of... something, and bringing it back over.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[REFUEL]"

{... A.V, you are a fucking idiot.}

*It brought this person a container of blood. Not the right fuel, buddy.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon looks up at the container, eyes widening. No way. This wasn't happening. He was losing it. This is it.* "No, no this is crazy. No, no no no. Blood fountains, what is this place??" *He began laughing uncontrollably, choking out an awful crying noise in between laughs. They stared into space, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself.* *[Okay. Okay listen. This is a robot, basically an ai. It thinks you need fuel. What runs living bodies? Blood.]* *(WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GET THE BLOOD FROM THOUGH?!?!?)* "GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!¨

[av-42-model]

*It jumps back, accidentally spilling the blood onto the being. And then it... watches, for a moment.*

[ERROR: FUEL LEVEL STAGNANT]

[ANALYSIS RESULTS: UNABLE TO ABSORB FUEL]

{You are a fucking idiot. They don't need blood, they need water. That fountain up in Limbo-- go get some from there. You remember how we got here, right?}

*... It nods to nobody but itself, and then dashes off.*

*... Only to return minutes later with a container of water. It places the container in front of them, staring intently.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[DIRECTIVE: REFUEL]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"WHAT THE HELL????" *He stared down at his body, freezing up yet again and just staring.* *The demon was pulled from the trance he seemed to be in, looking down at the water. They glanced between the robot and the bucket of water. He tentatively reached one hand out, scooping up a handful of water and bringing it to his mouth. Deeming it safe, the demon brought the container closer, drinking until he couldn't hold anymore. He used the remainder to rinse the blood from where it had spilled.* "Thanks..." *He said carefully, eyeing the robot warily. Their tail had uncurled from their body, now laying at his side.* "The water won't... kill me or anything, right? It's not like, poisoned?" *[is death any worse than this hell, Fletcher? besides, you already drank it.]* *(mmmmmh.....)*

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[av-42-model]

*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

[av-42-model]

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

[av-42-model]

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

*It says this like it's obvious. All things need fuel, right?*

{Get some water or something for them. They'll need it.}

*The robot looks around, spots a fountain nearby... and dashes over to it, before scooping up a tank of... something, and bringing it back over.*

"[FUEL ACQUIRED]"

"[REFUEL]"

{... A.V, you are a fucking idiot.}

*It brought this person a container of blood. Not the right fuel, buddy.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*The demon looks up at the container, eyes widening. No way. This wasn't happening. He was losing it. This is it.* "No, no this is crazy. No, no no no. Blood fountains, what is this place??" *He began laughing uncontrollably, choking out an awful crying noise in between laughs. They stared into space, rocking back and forth as he hugged himself.* *[Okay. Okay listen. This is a robot, basically an ai. It thinks you need fuel. What runs living bodies? Blood.]* *(WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GET THE BLOOD FROM THOUGH?!?!?)* "GET ME OUT OF THIS PLACE!!!!¨

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[av-42-model]

*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

[av-42-model]

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

*Carefully, the robot sits down on the ground, wings almost drooping as it scrunches up a bit. As if trying to make itself look nonthreatening.*

"[REQUESTING STATUS REPORT]"

"[FUEL LEVEL STATUS REQUESTED]"

{Hmm... good idea. Perhaps we need to get them water. Something to show that you mean no harm.}

*Its head tilts, wings fluttering almost nervously.*

[b33tle-fangs]

"W-What?" *He asked softly, peeking out from his fingers.* "Fuel... level? What...?" *He sniffed a bit, curling up tightly, their tail close to their body. He was still trembling softly, tears causing his makeup to streak down their face. But it seemed that he was calming down.* "I... I don't have fuel..."

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[av-42-model]

*... Oh. Oh, this is... not good.*

*The machines body reverts to more mechanical movements as the eye and wings turn a sunset reddish orange.*

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{Are you REALLY going to risk our skin for this stranger??}

[ACTION REQUIRED]

{... Fine. First we need to get them to fucking breathe. If you're going to be trying to help, I'll guide what you need to do.}

*The machine climbs down from the tree and carefully approaches the demon— it gradually sits on its knees as it remains focused on its task. A mechanical voice, much more like a text to speech module, speaks.*

"[CURRENT DIRECTIVE: BREATHE]"

[b33tle-fangs]

"G-get away, get away!!!" *The demon whimpered, falling back and using his hands to try to crawl backwards. He coughed and gasped, trembling uncontrollably.* "DON'T TOUCH ME!! GET AWAY GET AWAY!!! PLEASE!!!" *He cried out, raising a hand to cover their face. A small sob made its way out of their mouth, and he closed his eyes.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[av-42-model]

"Oh, calm down, will you? I know I certainly didn't die before coming here— I've survived far worse than a wormhole accident from the Dimitrix— and last I checked, this idiot robot is alive too. Plus, at least from what I recall, the pair of us came into this place from the surface— from a wasteland world. That means this is a physical place, and not a sort of afterlife."

*It leans down further, wings flitting slightly.*

[ENTITY STATUS: ALIVE]

[BLOOD PRESSURE: ≈ 118/86]

[HEARTRATE: 135 BPM]

{Yes, thank you, very good, all I needed to know was if the bastard is alive or not.}

[TASK COMPLETED]

{And now you're learning how to sass me. Great.}

"Even if you wound up here from some kind of death-teleportation, you're very clearly alive. You have active vitals. Hell, in your state, I daresay a Biotide would mistake you for at least THREE people, with a heart rate that fast."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He whipped his head around, eyes black again. He was now visibly sweating, his hands trembling. An extra arm sprouted from his left side to hug his body. He seemed to be past seeing reason at the moment.*

“Don’t you DARE tell me to calm down!! I’m stuck here, I have NO IDEA what’s going on, or why I’m here, my FAMILY DOESN’T KNOW WHERE I AM!!”

*They shouted, hands going to their bright purple hair and pulling hard. He sank to his knees, tail curling around his body. Tears welled in his eyes as they started clawing at the ground.*

“Get me out of here, get me out of here!!! I can’t, I can’t stay here!! I can’t go through that again, God dammit not again!!!”

*The demon raised his hand to cover the dark purplish mark over his eye.*

“Please… please no, not again, no, no please… get me out of here-!”

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[av-42-model]

"... So it seems we are both stuck, far from home."

*Their body shifts, now lounging across the branch like a cat. Is this Limbo? Is it somewhere else? They're not sure.*

"This doesn't appear to be the supposed layer of Hell we ended up on..."

[b33tle-fangs]

“Hell?? What do you mean hell?? Am i dead?? No, no I’m not dead, I can’t be dead. I didn’t die.”

*The demon tries to rationalize. He knows he didn’t die. So why are they here? In this strange place?*

“Oh god, James!!”

*They quickly pull out their phone, trying to contact his partner to no avail. There was no signal in this place, at least not a signal that connects to his home.*

“No, no no no no no no no!! Fuck!!”

*The demon threw his phone, watching it hit the tree with a crack. His tail thrashed furiously as they paced back and forth. He was hyperventilating at this point, struggling to take in any air.*

“Nonononononono fuck not again, not again, no- no no no-! This can’t be happening!!”

[catchymemes]

[b33tle-fangs]

Oc rp

Oh my god who’s been spying on me. That’s literally me right there. Hello. I wasn’t ready for that art to be seen yet. It’s not finished.

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[av-42-model]

*Now the robot puffs up in indignation.*

"And you aren't the baltornae cave hermit at all? Being the new head of the legacy, not to mention the leader of the Valentin Renegade, practically everyone knows me— everyone LOVES me. So either this is some kind of alternative dimension where I don't exist, and Nadoria has more sentient species that just nadorians, or this is some deeply unusual gaslight attempt by Hell itself."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He shook his head, raising an eyebrow.*

“I have no idea who you are. I think I’d recognize you, I lived in Nadoria for most of my life. I don’t know who you are. But you remind me of my friend. Hell, maybe I’m the stranger though. I don’t recognize this place.”

*The demon shivered, hugging himself and looking around.*

“God, I hope I can get back home.”

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[av-42-model]

*... Slowly, it does so, but keeps its distance. In fact, it almost immediately hops up into a tree before putting the weapon away into its wing blades.*

"Hmmph. I would think so, considering I'm probably the most well-known person on the planet."

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE]

[ACTION RECOMMENDED: DO NOT ENGAGE]

{Agreed... at least, for now.}

"However, I don't ever recall nadorians having tails, much less fangs. So, where did you come from? Because last I checked, Nadoria wasn't pursuing any kind of intergalactic travel-- hell, they'd have to have gotten me to greenlight it, and I know the idea never came across my desk."

[b33tle-fangs]

*He jumps slightly, but breathes a sigh of relief once the weapon is away. He lowered his stance just a bit, looking up to the robot. The darkness in his eyes retreated, and they smirked a tiny bit.*

“Well, I don’t know who you are. I’ve never seen you before in my life. I don’t mean any offense, but maybe you’re not as well known as you think.”

*They kept their distance from the other, grabbing his tail subconsciously, as if ashamed of it.*

“What do you mean? I grew up in Nadoria. I’ve seen a bunch of demons with fangs and tails. I’ve seen some with horns and some with multiple eyes. Are you sure it’s not you who’s been living under a rock?”

[catchymemes]

[b33tle-fangs]

Ooc: this is so Fletcher and James coded it’s not even funny. I can see Fletcher finding mugs like these and losing his fucking mind

Back in character:

Omg. I should totally get these for me and James. Yeah. I think I’m gonna do that. I want the ghost one though. Cause he has a little bow tie. I think that’s what it is. I’ll give the little pumpkin mug to James so they can have their pumpkin spice coffees. Yeah. I’ll do that.

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*

[av-42-model]

"... Heh."

*The robot relaxes a bit further, lowering the weapon slowly.*

"In that case, you're not likely familiar with Nadoria. The biotides, coded as they are, have their own personalities that have developed."

{Not that anyone has any fucking clue what or where Nadoria is, it seems like I'm on some completely different world.}

[REFERENCED INFORMATION: INTERGALACTIC TRAVEL]

{See? You're getting there. You'll be Dovahcom's prodigy in no time!}

"Though, I don't know for certain if this body is alive. Sentient, yes, but sentience and life are two separate concepts."

*Seeing the defenses up, they don't put the gun away yet, but they do still have it lowered.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*He keeps an eye on the robot’s gun, but seems to relax slightly, but is still on the defense just in case.*

“I… I know of Nadoria. That’s… that’s where my friend is from.”

*The demon studied the robot a bit, tail wrapping around his leg.*

“You sound familiar- I- I’m sorry, but can you please put the gun away?”

[b33tle-fangs]

*Idiot ass robot sliding through the fucking area.*

"... This isn't that Limbo place, what the fuck—"

(- @av-42-model)

“What the FUCK-!”

*The demon jumps back, tail lashing back and forth. He lands in a somewhat defensive stance; facing the robot with his hands raised slightly.*

“Uh. Who- what- are you…?”

*He says carefully, trying to avoid a confrontation if he can. He watches with a wary eye, his tail still whipping around.*

[av-42-model]

*The robot flails upright, jumping to its feet and immediately pulling out a revolver. For some reason, in its other hand, are a few golden coins.*

[ANALYZING THREAT LEVEL...]

{No time for that, we need answers, and we need them now.}

"... I would presume anyone would know what a machine is, at this point. Unless you've... quite literally existed under a stone for your entire life."

*The posture relaxes slightly, as the brilliant pink wingblades waggle back and forth slightly. Anxious? Nervous? Angry? Curious? It's unclear what emotion they represent.*

[b33tle-fangs]

*At the sight of the revolver, the demon immediately tenses, baring his fangs (though one of them was broken.) The white part of their eyes goes black, and he takes a few steps back. Their tail freezes in place, slightly to the side of his body.*

“Well… yes, I know what a machine is.”

*They said carefully, eyeing the weapon closely. His voice trembled ever so slightly.*

“But I’ve never seen one living, really. I’ve seen intelligent robots, but those aren’t really alive. They’re coded by my friend. You’re actually alive.”

*Their hand hovers over their hip, ready to spring into action if needed.*