DynaDynamo

KNG-001 Dynamo Man. Rp/Ask blog for the battery babe with a grim expression. Be my friend. As in old times❗️Grimdark/Mature content ahead. ❗️ May not be the weak-hearted.

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How's it going my cluster b king? I was wondering if you were interested in touring my evil lair. (Now with 500% more spikes)

You are anonymous, but your words are DISGUSTING...I want you gone, PRONTO! And I don't trust you one bit, why on earth would I follow you into your "lair"?! Is it a basement? You cretin?! Are you trying to take something from me??!!! LEAVE ME ALONE, you PERVERT! *Electricity is rapidly spewing up and around him. He looked like a feral cat with all its fur stood up*

[disturbeddynamo]

How's it going my cluster b king? I was wondering if you were interested in touring my evil lair. (Now with 500% more spikes)

You are anonymous, but your words are DISGUSTING...I want you gone, PRONTO! And I don't trust you one bit, why on earth would I follow you into your "lair"?! Is it a basement? You cretin?! Are you trying to take something from me??!!! LEAVE ME ALONE, you PERVERT! *Electricity is rapidly spewing up and around him. He looked like a feral cat with all its fur stood up*

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Got any favorite movies? Or shows?

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Are you an art guy? Maybe you enjoy painting or drawing or sculpting?

As a matter of fact, yes I am. I've previously have been commissioned by King to make the likes of sculptures and oil paintings. So I've had a life-long experience with arts and crafts. Only now, I do illustrations for books that I try to write.

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God I must be dyslexic. I thought for months your url was "disturbed daddy Dynamo" I hate everything ;w;

🙏🏼

[disturbeddynamo]

WHY DO YOU- *he scoffs* Why- why do you have that? I don't think little girls should be holding their father's trophies.

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What do you want, kid?

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So humans are iffy...what about animals? Do you like them?

Critters are nice. There's nothing about them that I can hate. I hate that I can't be like them, heh.

I wonder what it's like to fly sometimes.

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any chance you'd be interested in dating?

No. I hate everyone, including you.

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*gives you a flower* a beautiful flower for a beautiful robot UwU

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Thoughts on humans? I'm getting the impression you're not especially fond of them.

Oh, what makes you say that? Come oooon~ You really think so? I mean, it's not like I were abandoned or anything. The runts "littluns" probably felt like distancing themselves away from danger. I understand. It's not that I hate humans for making a mockery of their own designs. Not that I care.

Humans are like that. They throw away what's a huge inconvenience to them and let them to soak in sewage. They forget about them. They don't care. Until someone else comes along and "cares" for the unlucky soul whose too vulnerable to even fight back. Now it's stuck in a damn box, but at least they have food and water. To whom ever picked up the nuisance, kept them for so long no matter what, it's so sweet that it stings. They have nurture. Something the humans didn't seem to do.

I thank them for creating me and letting myself have the time of experience. I feel so alive.

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Dynamo, how do you feel about King? Does he mean anything to you?

Awfully personal question you asked there, anon...yeah, to some extent. He means something alright. Just not in the way you'd think, to say the least.

How do I feel about him? Eh, well he's not around anymore. Feelings OF him sorta persists, even when I try to forget. So, there's your answer. The stock-ish, green power battery turned around. Walking down back to his own corridor. Dynamo mumbled as well as his memory scanner started to shift around.

"....Does he mean anything to me." Dynamo repeated the first. His eyes wincing a little. "Yeah oh yeah he means the whole world to me, I care so much about him, ooooh King I missed you so!~"

A sing-song shift in his tone. Dynamo finally stopped in front of his dorm room, opened the door and then closed it behind. He went straight to his desk. Scattered on it were papers with literature and markings indenting certain errors from where he left them for himself to go back and correct, fountain pens which have been previously broken, snapped in half and duct taped together. Pulling up a stool, he sat down, stared at the letterings, then went back to whatever he was finishing. Dynamo uttering something again while erasing scribbles.

"Yes, he means a lot."

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Children cry.

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Apologies. I was at a....meeting.

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Apologies. I was at a....meeting.