fastest robot in town

ask blog for quickman

[goldboomerangs]

Are you really quick!? Owo

[ After falling asleep for 10 million years, and Austin forgetting of this blog’s existence, Quick has finally woken up again and a new ask was thrown at him. Not a pleasant wake up call. ]

Am I really Quick? Well, of course I am! Just take one look at me! I’m the fastest robot here, aren’t I? And the most good looking!

[ quick, you’re the only robot here. ]

[ the red android’s smirk soon faded into a slight frown as he thought about the meanings of the other’s question. Obviously he was Quick man.... unless they were talking about his *speed*... this question could mean a lot of different things. ]

[ he took it the wrong way. ]

What, were you thinking I was a /fake/?! If there’s any fakers out there, I’ll rip them apart! They simply aren’t good enough and want to look cooler by pretending to be me! I am the one. And only. Quickman.

[ Alright, that’s enough, Quick. ]

[goldboomerangs]

Oops. Been a while.

[goldboomerangs]

I just now realized this is on the wrong account. fuck

[goldboomerangs]

Oops. Been a while.

[goldboomerangs]

I love you big brother -crashman

[ oh, crashman? this was... unexpected. quickman blinked a little bit, tilting his head at the other. ]

...uh...

I.... Love you too?

[ he’s not exactly familiar with the term ‘love’, other than having an unnamed  boyfriend. he also didn’t think of his line as his family. more like roommates, or acquaintances. but crash was just trying his best. ]

[ladyzorasmain]

Here he is! If this were a real AU, I’d totally be the local Artist in his town! I could see him asking me to draw a new portrait of him every day. And I honestly wouldn’t mind.

[goldboomerangs]

I LOVE HIM.

[goldboomerangs]

Would you be a sheriff if you were a cowboy? You'd catch a lot of trouble makers with that speed of yours and be loved for that!

[ Finally, a legitimate question. At least there's some sane people here. As this question was given to the red megaman, he closed his eyes for a second, trying to imagine what a 'sheriff quickman' would look like. a smile came to his face, as he opened back up his eyes. ]

I’d definitely be a sheriff! oh, i can hear it now, everybody cheering my name as i bring back another baddie to throw in jail... everyone would know my name! ah, that would be amazing...

[ he closed his eyes again and put his hands on his hips, imagining some more scenarios that he would put himself in. ]

all the bad guys would fear the red sheriff! they’d be quaking as they heard the clicking of my boots coming towards them... 

[ he posed as if he was some sort of TV model. he seemed pretty content right now, as he thought about his success. ]

[goldboomerangs]

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. - anon

what uh... the fuck?

[goldboomerangs]

who forgot to take the trash out

I think I forgot to take the trash out. Because you’re still here.

[ the red robot giggled a little bit, before taking out a boomerang. his stance changed to a fighting position, as he looked the anon in the eyes. ]

I can take it out now if you’d like.

[goldboomerangs]

Can I hold your hand⁰

[ Oh! It’s sparkler! a smile came to quickman’s face, as he crossed his arms and tapped his hand on his chin, a small hum emitting from his throat. ]

mmm, nah.

[ he giggled a little bit, winking at elec before holding out his hand, a warm smile planted on his face. ]

of course you can~! I can’t refuse something from you!

[goldboomerangs]

Can I hold your hand

[ quick looked at the other, running the question through his processor again. the anon wants to hold his hand…? but. but why? ]

[ he simply crosses his arms and squints at the anon like a pissbaby. ]

no. these hands are reserved for one person, and one person alone. piss off.

[ quick, thats gay. ]

[goldboomerangs]

*i slam down $200* alright gucci. - dummy thicc anon

[ quick is just speechless. ]

i...

NO! that’s still disgusting! what do you think i am, a fucking robotic prostitute?!

[ quickman growled at the anon, simply holding up the $200 and ripping it in half, shoving it back into their hands. he didn’t sign up for this shit. ]

now fuck off before i tear your head off. gross little prick...

[goldboomerangs]

i'll suck ur dick for $5 - dummy thicc anon

no. that’s disgusting. plus you’d have to be the one paying if you want to suck my dick.

[ quick... ]

[goldboomerangs]

oh no WHY ARE YOU CUTE

[ awww, people like me! how cute. I wonder how it would feel if I broke their heart. Would they find me cute then? ]

thanks for the compliment, but you don’t have to remind me! I know I’m totally adorable~

[ quickman giggled like a little child, his smile planted on his face. although he acts cool about it, hes grateful for the compliment. barely anyone in his line ever gives him compliments. that’s sort of his fault, though, due to him bullying everyone in sight. ]

[ thats besides the point. ]

[goldboomerangs]

fucking dummy thicc lookin ass

[ oh, its someone else! maybe he co- ]

[ ... oh, wow. okay, i guess this is how its gonna work. people appear to ask questions or make statements... okay, quick will play along. ]

[ the male rolled his eyes, squinting at the anon who had said that to him. obviously, this person here was incompetent and probably unable to actually see him. maybe they needed glasses. because he had literal noodle limbs, nothing about him was thick. ]

I don’t think you realize what the term ‘thick’ means, dumbass. I’m literally as flat as you get. Besides, i can’t be too big, that’ll deteriorate my running speed. 

[ quick. quick i don’t think you get it either but. ]

[goldboomerangs]

WAKE UP, QUICKMAN!

[ quick had shot up from his sleeping state, and a low growl came out from his throat, his eyes darting around to look for the one who had just screamed in his ear. instead of seeing his red and yellow themed room, though, all he saw was an empty room with a file cabinet that was currently as empty as the room around him. except for one letter. with a raised eyebrow, the red megaman picked up the letter, and read it out loud. ]

“Ask Quickman anything...” What? Is this some sort of joke? 

[ frustrated, the robot tossed the letter aside. he around some more around at the room he was just introduced to, and spotted a small couch shoved in the corner. with a sigh, he flopped down on it. obviously clueless to what was supposed to be happening, he sat and stared at the barren walls for a few moments, piecing together the clues in his mind. ]

[ after a while of staring blankly, something clicked. ]

so people want to ask me questions? but... why throw me into a room as disgustingly boring as this?

hell, why throw me into a room in the first place?! its not like i agreed to anything this stupid... being or whatever threw me into here had said. 

....

did i?

[ he stared off into the distance, before simply shrugging and crossing his legs, resting his head on his hand on the couch. he assumed that maybe he’d spoken to someone and they had arranged something like this. his memory was failing him, though, as he tried to go back into his processor and pick apart anything that would hint at something. ]

[ oh well. might as well go along with it; its not like he even wanted to go anywhere soon. ]

assuming people can hear me, then... ask me anything? yeah, sure. ask me anything.