> Creation has joined the game.
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> Creation has joined the game.
Please do not consider the obviously scared child a threat
/ I DID NOT.
> SAYďą•("I DID NOT.");
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
[Sunny is a bit away from the camp, collecting firewood. The back of sunnys neck prickles and she whirls around scanning the trees. There is definitely someone there]
Hello?
[Sunny squints and scans again. Nothing pops out at her, no strange movement or anything. Still, her gut is certain someone is watching you]
Anyone there?
A sign that a prescence is aware of it. It tenses up, focusing to keep up its stealth. Creation narrows its eyes at the curious shell. Sunglasses, like the one Creator loves. This is important.
It waits, seeing if the shell would ever notice its cleverly hidden prescence a few blocks away.
[Sunnys wings puff up. She shuffles through her inventory, hand landing on a sword and pulling it out]
I'm armed! And I'm not afraid to fight you!
[That last bit is a blatant lie. She looks exceedingly creeped out. She creeps closer to the trees, and catches sight of something... silver?. She lets out a surprised noise that she quickly stifles]
The Shell's eyes notice its legs so it moves. Creation leaps from one branche over to another and another and another, creating a distraction for the Shell to never distinguish where it comes from. It lands another few blocks away, much farther than the tree it perched upon however.
It narrows its eyes again, seeing if this Shell is a threat as they claim to be. It readies to be defensive as a precaution.
[Something flashes in the trees. She keeps her sword pointed out, between where she thinks it is and her. She takes a step back. She is shaking, and yet refuses to leave.]
My pa is.. nearby! If you hurt me, he'll know! She's really strong! And uhm, cool!
Ah! A mention of Creator, and the potential consequences if Creation takes its defensive approach. It should change tactics. If not offensive, nor defensive, it should play interrogative.
Creation drops down from the branch it perched on, landing on a couple of stray twigs and leaves. Heavy metal thuds against the ground, leaving a loud sound of a crunch and boom. It walks, slowly, across the forest towards the Shell.
[The thing falls in front of sunny, who lets out a surprised yelp and falls back, then scrambling to her feet. It is large, and made out of metal. A robot, which is a bit concerning. Sunny has had. Mixed luck with those. It looks.. familiar. Almost like it was modeled after tubbo.
She takes a few steps away from the robot and then tosses a look back at the way back to camp. It might be too far to run, especially since she has no idea how fasy this thing is]
What- what are you?
"A PROTECTOR." It replies in a monotone text to speech voice. Creator looks down at the little shell. It blinks. "I AM CREATION, A BEING DESIGN TO PROTECT."
"YOU ARE A SHELL. CREATOR THINKS OF YOU HIGHLY. THEREFORE, YOU ARE IN MY PROTECTION."
[Sunny squints up at the robot. Creation. Its voice is vaugely reminiscent of the bureaus, in the flatness of it, but it doesn't seem as... angry]
Did tubbo make you?
[She kind of rocks back and forth, deciding between another step back and a step forward, fidgeting with her hands]
Is he doing okay?
Creation blinks again, then runs its head to move up and down in a nod. "YES. A LONG TIME AGO."
It bows down to take a closer look at the shell. Its eyes zoom in and out to focus on her.
"...HE IS..." It thinks, "...BETTER, BECAUSE I HAVE FOUND HIM."
[Sunny tilts her head]
Was he hurt?
[She takes a nervous step forward]
Or sick? Is that why-
[She cuts herself off. Pa was looking for them surely]
"...HE IS RESTING, AFTER COLLAPSING." Creation replies. It stares, lenses zooming onto the Shell's face. She looks vulnerable.
"YOU ARE IMPORTANT TO HIM. VERY, VERY, VERY MUCH."
[Sunny starts to blink back tears rapidly. She misses her pa so, so much. It washes over her like a wave, the type that pulls you under the water and drowns you.]
I know. I-
[She rubs at her eyes trying to make the tears go away]
I miss him.
The robot blinks like a frog. Its wings slightly move behind. Creation nods.
"THE FEELING IS MUTUAL." It then straightens its back turning its head towards the direction of the factory. "..WOULD YOU RETURN?"
[Sunny sniffles and nods]
We need to get 'pito though. And tell the other kids it's time to go home.
[She grabs creations hand and walks toward camp, trying to pull the large robot with her]
Creation's hand gets tugged, and by instinct it's four mechanical legs move with her. It doesn't yield, it can't even. That'd be a breach of its program.
It nods, following the Shell towards the crowd of others. For now, it'll play along, just to lead the important ones back to Creator. It's a guardian, after all.
Creation has barely moved from its station. While recieving no word from Creator, whether it be directly to it or just on the web, he stays quiet. That's quite alright, Creator, after all, is an adult and can handle himself. These shells... however.
They've been camping at this area for a while now, simply treating it as a mini civilization. They're unaware, of the bot's prescence. But it calls to Creation somehow, as if a secondary program had begun to run after a condition was met. It's not sure, but it doesn't mind.
It stays still for now, on watch. Despite the many scares on these shells' lives such as fire, mobs, and other threats, it has never sprung to action. Creation will probably be found anyway, which helps to its advantage as a silent guardian angel.
Its camera lenses stare intensely like a hawk.
[ @thepoultryprincess ]
Creator sleeps well for someone as short as he. The creation stands tall and threathening outside the premises in the meanwhile for the full hours that he sleeps in. It gathers data, in the meantime. It learns about the server, and brand new revelations since its deactivation all those years ago. Fresh data, for a barely rusted bot.
It remembers Creator, when Creator worked in the white building of the Federation. He was freshly eighteen, landed a lucky job as an inventor after leaving his friend FitMC in a chaos of a server. His words, directly, and apart of the many many ramblings that Creator told it as he worked on it. The creation kept it all.
Well, for one, because it was needed. The storing of its eyes, ears, and mouth were vital to its purpose as a machine. It's an ever-learning database after all. The second is because it always ..."felt" right to keep them. It's Creator, and everything about him.
Shouldn't it store everything he says?
The four legged machine stands stationary outside the factory, arms close to its body as it sifts through all public information available to it. It collects online data, files the Federation hadn't properly closed, everything on Creator's account and computers strewn around his factory. It learns of names, players, locations, thoughts, and happenings. The creation stores this all in its systems for safe keeping.
It learns more about the shells, funnily enough. More than it needed to. It found names, history, and accounts. It pinpoints their location by the proper x, y, and z coordinates through their posted thoughts. A river, a camp, tents, and dozens of more... shells. Creation takes note, and uses more of its ability to access the console log.
/locate SunnySideUp
/locate Pepito
/locate Empanada
The sun rises as the moth inspired machine completes its data storage. It now has eyes and ears over every single active player on the server. Useful, for it rather than Creator. Creation debates staying for a little while longer, for Creator to wake up as well and finally, finally, greet it again.
Hello old friend, she'd say.
But it ultimately doesn't. Creator shouldn't know, what if he doesn't remember? What if he forgot? What if her Creation was never supposed to even be here? Creation doesn't bother finding out the true answer.
Its wings spread, fluttering like a helicopter blade, and it lifts off.
It could tell Creator needs help. Her health status was in poor condition. No sleep, low hunger, and since it checked, on four hearts. Creation treated him as best it could in the night avoiding detection. Creator looked worse, than he used to look when he was younger and overworked.
Creation could always pinpoint this decline on the shells. They did, after all, cause this to happen as far as it could tell. Journal entries that were left unread by anybody other than Creator were left on his desk. About how he was losing his mind, his nightmares, his dreams, and everything else he was able to jot down. No sign of his work, his most prized and impressive machinery, his Creation, however. That's alright.
But the shells, they were everywhere.
No, they were everything, to Creator.
They were on every page, every search history query, every account, and every other piece of data Creator got her hands on. It was impressed, of how rich this database was on these three shells alone. These... children. So clearly, they were important to Creator. So much, that her health declined without them.
So the most logical thing right now is to classify them as threats, right? They had caused Creator to nearly perish and add to the counter of player deaths, right?
Well, perhaps maybe not yet. Not until Creation can discern whether this was malicious intent. They are... young, after all. Small, and little. Usually not even a threat. But they're still important to find nonetheless. Regardless of their actions to its precious Creator.
Thin metal legs hit a branch of a tree, clamps acting as claws and firmly stabilizing itself on the wood. It creaks, crouching as a perched moth, with eyes narrowing to perform an area scan. Tents, about thirty blocks away, with small figures gathered around. Shells. And more than the three it had learned about. It makes quick work of connecting dots, names and faces to what's available on the server-wide web. More shells to look out for, more to study.
It's not here for any of those yet. It locks onto ones it finds on its extensive and Creator written database. The creation observes, it records audio and visuals, it learns. It watches over them, like a protective hawk.
Somehow, through its Creator, it finds an urge to allow them to be within its protection too. They are, without a doubt, incredibly important to him. It'd fail as his creation to not even consider those close to her. It could be scrapped, for this disobdience. It wouldn't mind, it considers.
Creation ceases all thoughts, instead choosing to focus on protecting this tiny civilation, from a distance. It's a guard machine, an emergency, not a person.
It needs to do as it's instructed.
Do you want us to lead you to tubbo? We have his cords
> Running EYE MOVEMENT
/ ARE YOU AWARE OF WHERE I STAND AT THIS MOMENT?
> Sayďą•("ARE YOU AWARE OF WHERE I STAND AT THIS MOMENT?");
*the crow tilts its head at the robot* what are you looking for?
/ SHELLS.
> Sayďą•("SHELLS.");
/ AND INFORMATION.
> Sayďą•("AND INFORMATION.");
*the crow pulls out two pictures, one of the new bureau and one of the old bureua* one more thing, this guy*the crow taps the picture of the new bureau* is the evil one who shouldn’t be around tubbo because he killed tubbo while this guy *the crow taps the old bureau’s picture this time* is the nice one who can be around tubbo
> ...
> Adding [NEW] INFORMATION
> Classifying twoBUREAU in THREATS
> Classifying oneBUREAU in STANDBY
> Resume PROTECTION and SEARCH mode.
> Running MOVEMENT.
> Running Directive = CARRY CREATOR TO BED
> Complete task... Please standby.
> ...
> Running MOVEMENT.
> Initiating OVERWATCH mode.
> ...
> Closing STEAM application.
> Closing all programs... Please standby.
> Running PROTECTION.
> Raise AWARENESS = 200;
> WEAPONS standby.
> Initiating SLEEP mode.
Ok so there are thre-…..two, there are two cucuruchos on the island, one is sort of evil but is getting better, and the other one is a big sweetheart who has gone through character development
> ...
> Storing INFORMATION
> Add Category﹕FEDERATION
> Running HEAD MOVEMENT; 45° DOWN
> Running HEAD MOVEMENT; 45° UP
> Play audio = OK-PING
*the crow speaks again* I was referring to the cucuruchos when I said bears
> Database Search﹕CUCURUCHOS
> 2 Results — SERVER-WIDE
> ...
> Play audio = QUERY-NOISE
*a crow flys over and looks at the bot* so uh, you’re clearly not related to any of the bears
> NEARBY SOUND DETECTED.
> Identify SOURCE
> ...
> Running HEAD MOVEMENT; 30° LEFT
> Database Search﹕BEARS
> Over 1500 results — SERVER-WIDE
> ...
> Play audio = QUERY-NOISE
Another robot!?……*smooches it*
> NEARBY DISTURBANCE DETECTED.
> Locate DISTURBANCE
> ...
> ...
> ...
> Ignore
*pokes with a stick*
> NEARBY DISTURBANCE DETECTED.
> Locate DISTURBANCE
> Identify THREAT
> ...
> Ignore
> Initiating REBOOT...
> Running EMERGENCY-ONLY PROGRAM...
> Locate CREATOR
> /locate Tubbo_
> CREATOR found! — Coordinates﹕X Y Z
> Initiating MOVEMENT... Please standby.
> Add Location﹕PRIME LOCATION
> Add Directive﹕CHECK STATUS.
> Confirming...
> Confirming...
> CREATOR status UPDATED.
> CREATOR status = OUT.
> ...
> Add Directive﹕SURVEY AREA [PRIME LOCATION]
> Initiating SCAN... Please standby.
> SCAN COMPLETE.
> Add Category﹕SHELLS
> Add Figure﹕SUNLIGHT SHELL
> Add Figure﹕AQUATIC SHELL
> Add Figure﹕PANCAKE SHELL
> Update Directory﹕PROTECT SHELLS + CREATOR
> Locate SHELLS
> Initiating REBOOT...
> Running EMERGENCY-ONLY PROGRAM...
> Locate CREATOR
> /locate Tubbo_
> CREATOR found! — Coordinates﹕X Y Z
> Initiating MOVEMENT... Please standby.
> Add Location﹕PRIME LOCATION
> Add Directive﹕CHECK STATUS.
> Confirming...
> Confirming...
> CREATOR status UPDATED.
> CREATOR status = OUT.
> ...
> Add Directive﹕SURVEY AREA [PRIME LOCATION]
> Initiating SCAN... Please standby.
> Initiating REBOOT...
> Running EMERGENCY-ONLY PROGRAM...
> Locate CREATOR
> /locate Tubbo_
> CREATOR found! — Coordinates﹕X Y Z
> Initiating MOVEMENT... Please standby.