Hammergraft’s Blog!

[greatest-cre4tion]

Account rules!

1. No NSFW! Sorry to y’all who may like that sort of stuff, but I’m not comfortable with doing that here

2. Please no being weird with me, I’m a minor and very uncomfortable with that sort of thing

3. I’m allowing magic anons, but please no messing with what’s going on too much or killing my character. There’s a potential chance of me not doing something you requestied, sorry gang

4. This is my biograft oc Hammergraft! If you don’t like the oc then please just don’t interact, don’t leave hate

Info!

Hammergraft is a highly intelligent biograft created to be just like Banhammer (specifically my interp Beetlehammer, though all apply) however stronger and more efficient, along with created to be sentient. He uses any pronouns, though primarily he/they/it. They’re cupioromantic and asexual

“ Talking looks like this “

[ Actions look like this ]

[“ Thoughts look like this “]

More info under the cut!

Tag info!

Spider banned [IC] - in character posts

Hammer grafted [OOC] - out of character posts

May have some special tags for some people!

Extra!

Pfp by me, banner art by Thefurureisn0w11, graphic by dollywons

[greatest-cre4tion]

cant believe I have to do this...

Apologies, but mail is mail and its my job...!

You Obtained: A simple letter that reads " You're getting replaced. " (sent by anonymous.)

Ugh... I hate my job sometimes..

Rainbeau, The Inphernos Delivery Inphernal!

@rainbowmail

" What. "

" I do not get replaced. There is an error here. "

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT blinked, frozen for a moment before accepting the box, unsure what to think. Hammergraft had gotten him a gift? For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse, simply because it was Hammergraft. But... it felt wrong to. Like he didn't know how to say no. They'd been a lot more lenient with him than he'd expected, and antagonizing his captors probably wouldn't be a good idea.]

"I... thank you."

[Gingerly, they opened the box, some part of them half expecting it to be something bad. But they knew it wouldn't be. For whatever reason, Hammergraft seemed to care about BMT, and that made this whole experience both better and worse.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Inside the box sat a boxed cupcake, next two a couple of small metal trinkets. A small beetle big enough to fit in BMT's palm, next to a slightly smaller dragonfly. He looked away, crossing his arms. ]

" I made them myself. I thought it would be a good gift. "

[unanchorsyou]

"I... you made these?"

[BMT stared at them for a moment, then took out the beetle, turning it in his hand and watching as the light caught on it. They were well made. He... hadn't expected such a thoughtful gift from Hammergraft. Something in BMT's expression softened, any sort of distrust disappearing, replaced with confusion and a sort of gratitude they didn't understand.]

"Thank you, I... don't know what to say."

[greatest-cre4tion]

" You don't have to say anything. "

[ He pulled up a seat to sit next to BMT. He didn't look at BMT. He was quiet for a moment, looking down. He could say something. Or he could just stay here. He sighed, finally speaking up. ]

" I'm glad you like it. "

[ He looked back over, lifting one side of his blindfold. He smiled, though it was an odd smile. Like he didn't quite know how to, more forced or experimental almost. He really was glad BMT liked it. It made some part of him feel odd. He didn't know what the feeling was however. He wished he did... ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT was quiet for a long time, just staring at the trinkets. Twiddling them around in his hands. He could already imagine them on his nightstand back home. Home was a funny thought. It... wasn't really a set place for him. Home was meant to be the feeling of being with those he loved. That apartment was a house, yes, but not home for that reason. Home was with his momma, his brother.]

[...Hammergraft was starting to feel like home, and BMT didn't like that. They weren't sure what to even think about the fact that their brother's replacement had started to feel approachable, safe. Like family.]

"..."

[They glanced over again, seeing Hammergraft's attempt at a smile. BMT wasn't sure bug had ever seen him smile before. There was something sweet about it, the fact he was smiling now of all times. BMT stared at the floor for a long moment, thinking. Internally debating.]

"...can I have a hug?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

" ... from me...?"

[ His smile fell slightly, and he pointed at himself. BMT wanted a hug from him? The "thing" built to replace his brother? He thought BMT hated him. He tilted his head, trying to gauge if BMT was fully genuine about it. ]

[unanchorsyou]

"..mhm."

[BMT didn't make eye contact, not because he wasn't being honest, but becase he felt sort of ashamed that he was even asking. That he wanted a hug from Hammergraft. He was embarrassed that he was that desperate for connection. Swords, this place made him feel like he was losing his mind.]

[...he wanted to feel safe again. And maybe get these stupid restraints off. But mostly he just wanted to feel some sort of comfort in this place.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He hesitated. He hadn’t ever gotten an actual hug. Not given one. He wasn’t sure it would be very comfortable, as he was a robot. He nodded however. He got up, stepping a bit closer. He opened his arms, letting BMT take his time. It felt odd. The care he took. It was a care he shouldn’t have. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[Slowly, a little nervously, BMT leaned in, hugging Hammergraft tightly. Cold, hard metal met his body, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He just... needed this.]

"...thank you."

[They truly did mean it. They were grateful, even if they were also ashamed to care so much about someone they should hate.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Hammergraft didn’t hug back. He didn’t. Know he should. He’s never been hugged, nor given anyone a hug. It just wasn’t something that was done here. ]

“ … you’re welcome. “

[ He spoke curtly, a bit awkwardly. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. Was he supposed to hug BMT back..? The feeling was warmer than he was used to, but in an odd way. Comforting almost. He lifted his hands hesitantly, putting them around BMT experimentally, gently. Like it was worried if it was too rough in its hug, it would crush him. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT blinked, frozen for a moment before accepting the box, unsure what to think. Hammergraft had gotten him a gift? For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse, simply because it was Hammergraft. But... it felt wrong to. Like he didn't know how to say no. They'd been a lot more lenient with him than he'd expected, and antagonizing his captors probably wouldn't be a good idea.]

"I... thank you."

[Gingerly, they opened the box, some part of them half expecting it to be something bad. But they knew it wouldn't be. For whatever reason, Hammergraft seemed to care about BMT, and that made this whole experience both better and worse.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Inside the box sat a boxed cupcake, next two a couple of small metal trinkets. A small beetle big enough to fit in BMT's palm, next to a slightly smaller dragonfly. He looked away, crossing his arms. ]

" I made them myself. I thought it would be a good gift. "

[unanchorsyou]

"I... you made these?"

[BMT stared at them for a moment, then took out the beetle, turning it in his hand and watching as the light caught on it. They were well made. He... hadn't expected such a thoughtful gift from Hammergraft. Something in BMT's expression softened, any sort of distrust disappearing, replaced with confusion and a sort of gratitude they didn't understand.]

"Thank you, I... don't know what to say."

[greatest-cre4tion]

" You don't have to say anything. "

[ He pulled up a seat to sit next to BMT. He didn't look at BMT. He was quiet for a moment, looking down. He could say something. Or he could just stay here. He sighed, finally speaking up. ]

" I'm glad you like it. "

[ He looked back over, lifting one side of his blindfold. He smiled, though it was an odd smile. Like he didn't quite know how to, more forced or experimental almost. He really was glad BMT liked it. It made some part of him feel odd. He didn't know what the feeling was however. He wished he did... ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT was quiet for a long time, just staring at the trinkets. Twiddling them around in his hands. He could already imagine them on his nightstand back home. Home was a funny thought. It... wasn't really a set place for him. Home was meant to be the feeling of being with those he loved. That apartment was a house, yes, but not home for that reason. Home was with his momma, his brother.]

[...Hammergraft was starting to feel like home, and BMT didn't like that. They weren't sure what to even think about the fact that their brother's replacement had started to feel approachable, safe. Like family.]

"..."

[They glanced over again, seeing Hammergraft's attempt at a smile. BMT wasn't sure bug had ever seen him smile before. There was something sweet about it, the fact he was smiling now of all times. BMT stared at the floor for a long moment, thinking. Internally debating.]

"...can I have a hug?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

" ... from me...?"

[ His smile fell slightly, and he pointed at himself. BMT wanted a hug from him? The "thing" built to replace his brother? He thought BMT hated him. He tilted his head, trying to gauge if BMT was fully genuine about it. ]

[unanchorsyou]

"..mhm."

[BMT didn't make eye contact, not because he wasn't being honest, but becase he felt sort of ashamed that he was even asking. That he wanted a hug from Hammergraft. He was embarrassed that he was that desperate for connection. Swords, this place made him feel like he was losing his mind.]

[...he wanted to feel safe again. And maybe get these stupid restraints off. But mostly he just wanted to feel some sort of comfort in this place.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He hesitated. He hadn’t ever gotten an actual hug. Not given one. He wasn’t sure it would be very comfortable, as he was a robot. He nodded however. He got up, stepping a bit closer. He opened his arms, letting BMT take his time. It felt odd. The care he took. It was a care he shouldn’t have. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT blinked, frozen for a moment before accepting the box, unsure what to think. Hammergraft had gotten him a gift? For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse, simply because it was Hammergraft. But... it felt wrong to. Like he didn't know how to say no. They'd been a lot more lenient with him than he'd expected, and antagonizing his captors probably wouldn't be a good idea.]

"I... thank you."

[Gingerly, they opened the box, some part of them half expecting it to be something bad. But they knew it wouldn't be. For whatever reason, Hammergraft seemed to care about BMT, and that made this whole experience both better and worse.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Inside the box sat a boxed cupcake, next two a couple of small metal trinkets. A small beetle big enough to fit in BMT's palm, next to a slightly smaller dragonfly. He looked away, crossing his arms. ]

" I made them myself. I thought it would be a good gift. "

[unanchorsyou]

"I... you made these?"

[BMT stared at them for a moment, then took out the beetle, turning it in his hand and watching as the light caught on it. They were well made. He... hadn't expected such a thoughtful gift from Hammergraft. Something in BMT's expression softened, any sort of distrust disappearing, replaced with confusion and a sort of gratitude they didn't understand.]

"Thank you, I... don't know what to say."

[greatest-cre4tion]

" You don't have to say anything. "

[ He pulled up a seat to sit next to BMT. He didn't look at BMT. He was quiet for a moment, looking down. He could say something. Or he could just stay here. He sighed, finally speaking up. ]

" I'm glad you like it. "

[ He looked back over, lifting one side of his blindfold. He smiled, though it was an odd smile. Like he didn't quite know how to, more forced or experimental almost. He really was glad BMT liked it. It made some part of him feel odd. He didn't know what the feeling was however. He wished he did... ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT was quiet for a long time, just staring at the trinkets. Twiddling them around in his hands. He could already imagine them on his nightstand back home. Home was a funny thought. It... wasn't really a set place for him. Home was meant to be the feeling of being with those he loved. That apartment was a house, yes, but not home for that reason. Home was with his momma, his brother.]

[...Hammergraft was starting to feel like home, and BMT didn't like that. They weren't sure what to even think about the fact that their brother's replacement had started to feel approachable, safe. Like family.]

"..."

[They glanced over again, seeing Hammergraft's attempt at a smile. BMT wasn't sure bug had ever seen him smile before. There was something sweet about it, the fact he was smiling now of all times. BMT stared at the floor for a long moment, thinking. Internally debating.]

"...can I have a hug?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

" ... from me...?"

[ His smile fell slightly, and he pointed at himself. BMT wanted a hug from him? The "thing" built to replace his brother? He thought BMT hated him. He tilted his head, trying to gauge if BMT was fully genuine about it. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT blinked, frozen for a moment before accepting the box, unsure what to think. Hammergraft had gotten him a gift? For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse, simply because it was Hammergraft. But... it felt wrong to. Like he didn't know how to say no. They'd been a lot more lenient with him than he'd expected, and antagonizing his captors probably wouldn't be a good idea.]

"I... thank you."

[Gingerly, they opened the box, some part of them half expecting it to be something bad. But they knew it wouldn't be. For whatever reason, Hammergraft seemed to care about BMT, and that made this whole experience both better and worse.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Inside the box sat a boxed cupcake, next two a couple of small metal trinkets. A small beetle big enough to fit in BMT's palm, next to a slightly smaller dragonfly. He looked away, crossing his arms. ]

" I made them myself. I thought it would be a good gift. "

[unanchorsyou]

"I... you made these?"

[BMT stared at them for a moment, then took out the beetle, turning it in his hand and watching as the light caught on it. They were well made. He... hadn't expected such a thoughtful gift from Hammergraft. Something in BMT's expression softened, any sort of distrust disappearing, replaced with confusion and a sort of gratitude they didn't understand.]

"Thank you, I... don't know what to say."

[greatest-cre4tion]

" You don't have to say anything. "

[ He pulled up a seat to sit next to BMT. He didn't look at BMT. He was quiet for a moment, looking down. He could say something. Or he could just stay here. He sighed, finally speaking up. ]

" I'm glad you like it. "

[ He looked back over, lifting one side of his blindfold. He smiled, though it was an odd smile. Like he didn't quite know how to, more forced or experimental almost. He really was glad BMT liked it. It made some part of him feel odd. He didn't know what the feeling was however. He wished he did... ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

yankee. are you one?

" What. Is a yankee??? I'm a robot "

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT blinked, frozen for a moment before accepting the box, unsure what to think. Hammergraft had gotten him a gift? For a moment, he almost wanted to refuse, simply because it was Hammergraft. But... it felt wrong to. Like he didn't know how to say no. They'd been a lot more lenient with him than he'd expected, and antagonizing his captors probably wouldn't be a good idea.]

"I... thank you."

[Gingerly, they opened the box, some part of them half expecting it to be something bad. But they knew it wouldn't be. For whatever reason, Hammergraft seemed to care about BMT, and that made this whole experience both better and worse.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ Inside the box sat a boxed cupcake, next two a couple of small metal trinkets. A small beetle big enough to fit in BMT's palm, next to a slightly smaller dragonfly. He looked away, crossing his arms. ]

" I made them myself. I thought it would be a good gift. "

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT made a little startled noise, pushing Hammergrafts's limb out of his face.]

"I'm awake, what...? Oh. What's that?"

[He tilted his head, looking up at Hammergraft with slight confusion. His antennae twitched a little. Was that for him?]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He held out the box, his spider limbs pulling back into their hatch in his back. ]

" Here. It's your spawnday, is it not? Or was. Just take it. "

[greatest-cre4tion]

(closed rp with @unanchorsyou)

[ One of the lab doors slid open, heavy footsteps thumping quietly against the floor. There was a mechanical whirring sound as Hammergraft used one of his spider-like limbs to press the button to close the door. He walked up to BMT, a wrapped box held in his hands. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ He poked BMT's cheek with one spider leg. ]

[tealscientist]

OPEN STARTER BC IM EVIL.

[ Seems like little medkit was being sneaky... But why? He's usually not so shifty looking. He peeks out of his room to look around swiftly before slipping out and charting his way towards the lab sectors backdoor. He looked pretty cozy... ]

[ A coat, a small bag of snacks he definitely shouldn't have, some books and some spare glasses. These look like... Exactly things a runaway would have. ]

[ The scientist took one last look before silently opening the door and stepping out, trying to be as quiet and quick as he could. The last thing Medkit wanted right now was to be caught sneaking out like this.. And especially not with who he was meeting. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ A spider leg-like robotic limb pressed onto his shoulder, a sharp blade at the tip. A loud voice halting him. ]

“ Where do you think you’re going? “

[tealscientist]

[ He froze up, looking down nervously as he dared not to face the person standing behind him. Medkit fumbled with his hands for a moment trying to think of an excuse. ]

I was just... Going to drop something off to a co worker?

[greatest-cre4tion]

" Oh? Which 'co-worker.' "

[ He pressed further, doubting every word Medkit said. ]

[tealscientist]

.... Um. Warp. He.. Needed me to run some stuff over to him, so I was just gonna go do that.

[ Medkit was PRAYING that he was seeming convincing. If he got caught he'd be in far too deep trouble to ever come back from.. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

" ... Hm. Then I'm sure you wouldn't mind me going with you. "

[tealscientist]

OPEN STARTER BC IM EVIL.

[ Seems like little medkit was being sneaky... But why? He's usually not so shifty looking. He peeks out of his room to look around swiftly before slipping out and charting his way towards the lab sectors backdoor. He looked pretty cozy... ]

[ A coat, a small bag of snacks he definitely shouldn't have, some books and some spare glasses. These look like... Exactly things a runaway would have. ]

[ The scientist took one last look before silently opening the door and stepping out, trying to be as quiet and quick as he could. The last thing Medkit wanted right now was to be caught sneaking out like this.. And especially not with who he was meeting. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ A spider leg-like robotic limb pressed onto his shoulder, a sharp blade at the tip. A loud voice halting him. ]

“ Where do you think you’re going? “

[tealscientist]

[ He froze up, looking down nervously as he dared not to face the person standing behind him. Medkit fumbled with his hands for a moment trying to think of an excuse. ]

I was just... Going to drop something off to a co worker?

[greatest-cre4tion]

" Oh? Which 'co-worker.' "

[ He pressed further, doubting every word Medkit said. ]

[tyrant-w4rden]

You seem like you'd have a really funny fear since you're like a big tough guy

Like I feel like you'd be specifically afraid of the really small actually cute spiders and not the big scary ones

“Actually I don’t like ANY spiders, mind you! I just smash them iph I phind them in my house!”

[greatest-cre4tion]

“ What would you do “

“ if I was right behind you “

[tyrant-w4rden]

“…?”

*INSERT LOUD ASS SCREAM*

*CLANG!!*

*Hammer right to the dome. Pure instinct.*

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He barely reacted to the swing, sneering at Banhammer. His pedipalps moved, showing his mandibles. ]

" You wanna try that again? "

[tealscientist]

OPEN STARTER BC IM EVIL.

[ Seems like little medkit was being sneaky... But why? He's usually not so shifty looking. He peeks out of his room to look around swiftly before slipping out and charting his way towards the lab sectors backdoor. He looked pretty cozy... ]

[ A coat, a small bag of snacks he definitely shouldn't have, some books and some spare glasses. These look like... Exactly things a runaway would have. ]

[ The scientist took one last look before silently opening the door and stepping out, trying to be as quiet and quick as he could. The last thing Medkit wanted right now was to be caught sneaking out like this.. And especially not with who he was meeting. ]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ A spider leg-like robotic limb pressed onto his shoulder, a sharp blade at the tip. A loud voice halting him. ]

“ Where do you think you’re going? “

[tyrant-w4rden]

You seem like you'd have a really funny fear since you're like a big tough guy

Like I feel like you'd be specifically afraid of the really small actually cute spiders and not the big scary ones

“Actually I don’t like ANY spiders, mind you! I just smash them iph I phind them in my house!”

[greatest-cre4tion]

“ What would you do “

“ if I was right behind you “

[unanchorsyou]

[Oh, how the tables have turned. BMT struggled slightly against the restraints keeping him down on the table, uncomfortable. His antennae drooped, his wings desummoned so he didn't crush them with his restless shifting. His head was pounding from what he now assumed to be the side effects of chloroform.]

[He wanted out. He saw what Subspace did to his brother last time, and the thought terrified him. Banhammer was a lot stronger than he was. BMT was all too aware of that fact.]

[With a heavy sigh, he settled again, against his will. He was scared, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Being alone with his thoughts made it worse, the anticipation its own sort of torture.]

(Open rp for anyone in Blackrock ::])

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ One of the doors slid open, heavy footsteps thudding into the room. A thin blade tapped the table next to BMT's arm. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ The blade retracted itself, a thin spider-like appendage poking his cheek. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT's breathing hitched, eyes going wide for a moment before he forced a glare. Still, he stiffened, staring up at the robot that looked eerily like his brother, in an uncanny valley way.]

"What do you want?" [He spat out, trying to keep his voice from shaking and failing.] "Did she send you?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

" What do I want? Do I have to want something? No one sent me. I live here. "

[ He rolled his eyes, like BMT was being completely ridiculous. He looked back down at him, tilting his head. ]

" When I heard that we'd taken someone into captivity, I didn't think it'd be you. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT narrowed his eyes, then looked away, antennae giving an irritated flick.]

"Well, I didn't really expect to get literally kidnapped either."

[Despite himself, BMT was trembling, unable to remain calm when he had been abducted by the same inphernal who tortured Banhammer. Staring down the robot built to replace him. Would Subspace do the same to BMT? Replace him with a robotic clone? Torment him "for science"??]

[greatest-cre4tion]

" Yeah yeah, you'll be fine. I doubt my creator has sinister intentions for you. "

[ He crossed his arms, looking away but still staying nearby. ]

" Besides. You'll live. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT was quiet for a long moment, silently spiraling. He swallowed hard before looking back at Hammergraft.]

"What does she even want with me? Do you know?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He scoffed dryly, the sound half a laugh. ]

" I wish. Maybe if I knew what she was thinking it would be easier to keep her out of trouble. "

[ It looked back down at him, shrugging dismissively. ]

" Your guess is as good as mine. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT gave as best a nod as he could, considering the restraints. The silence that followed felt deafening, constricting to him. BMT started squirming again, feeling restless and anxious with no way to release those feelings.]

[He sighed, trying not to let Hammergraft see him getting teary-eyed. He wouldn't cry. Wouldn't show weakness. Couldn't.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He glanced back down again, watching BMT for a long moment. Some part of him felt bad. And the rest of him hated that he did. He sighed heavily, one of his extra limbs pressing a button nearby. The restraints around his upper body released, allowing him to sit up. ]

" You. Will never speak of this. Understood? "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT hesitated for a moment, almost looking scared to move, then slowly sat up, stretching stiff limbs. He stared at Hammergraft for a moment, trying to decipher if this was some sort of trick or not.]

"...thank you."

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He nodded, grunting as a quiet acknowledgement. He kept his arms crossed, tapping his foot idly. ]

" Yeah. Whatever. "

[unanchorsyou]

[Oh, how the tables have turned. BMT struggled slightly against the restraints keeping him down on the table, uncomfortable. His antennae drooped, his wings desummoned so he didn't crush them with his restless shifting. His head was pounding from what he now assumed to be the side effects of chloroform.]

[He wanted out. He saw what Subspace did to his brother last time, and the thought terrified him. Banhammer was a lot stronger than he was. BMT was all too aware of that fact.]

[With a heavy sigh, he settled again, against his will. He was scared, as much as he didn't want to admit it. Being alone with his thoughts made it worse, the anticipation its own sort of torture.]

(Open rp for anyone in Blackrock ::])

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ One of the doors slid open, heavy footsteps thudding into the room. A thin blade tapped the table next to BMT's arm. ]

" Hey. You awake? "

[ The blade retracted itself, a thin spider-like appendage poking his cheek. ]

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT's breathing hitched, eyes going wide for a moment before he forced a glare. Still, he stiffened, staring up at the robot that looked eerily like his brother, in an uncanny valley way.]

"What do you want?" [He spat out, trying to keep his voice from shaking and failing.] "Did she send you?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

" What do I want? Do I have to want something? No one sent me. I live here. "

[ He rolled his eyes, like BMT was being completely ridiculous. He looked back down at him, tilting his head. ]

" When I heard that we'd taken someone into captivity, I didn't think it'd be you. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT narrowed his eyes, then looked away, antennae giving an irritated flick.]

"Well, I didn't really expect to get literally kidnapped either."

[Despite himself, BMT was trembling, unable to remain calm when he had been abducted by the same inphernal who tortured Banhammer. Staring down the robot built to replace him. Would Subspace do the same to BMT? Replace him with a robotic clone? Torment him "for science"??]

[greatest-cre4tion]

" Yeah yeah, you'll be fine. I doubt my creator has sinister intentions for you. "

[ He crossed his arms, looking away but still staying nearby. ]

" Besides. You'll live. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT was quiet for a long moment, silently spiraling. He swallowed hard before looking back at Hammergraft.]

"What does she even want with me? Do you know?"

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He scoffed dryly, the sound half a laugh. ]

" I wish. Maybe if I knew what she was thinking it would be easier to keep her out of trouble. "

[ It looked back down at him, shrugging dismissively. ]

" Your guess is as good as mine. "

[unanchorsyou]

[BMT gave as best a nod as he could, considering the restraints. The silence that followed felt deafening, constricting to him. BMT started squirming again, feeling restless and anxious with no way to release those feelings.]

[He sighed, trying not to let Hammergraft see him getting teary-eyed. He wouldn't cry. Wouldn't show weakness. Couldn't.]

[greatest-cre4tion]

[ He glanced back down again, watching BMT for a long moment. Some part of him felt bad. And the rest of him hated that he did. He sighed heavily, one of his extra limbs pressing a button nearby. The restraints around his upper body released, allowing him to sit up. ]

" You. Will never speak of this. Understood? "