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Independent AU Arthur Kingsmen from the Mystery Skulls Animated series

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How Arthur Kingsmen could have ever possibly fallen asleep in a graveyard was an absolute mystery. But he’d managed it, somehow, leaned back against his own gravestone as his LEDs displayed closed eyes— indicative of his sleeping state.

Every time he closed his eyes all he could see was a snarling muzzle, sharp canine teeth. Biting, tearing flesh until it pulled and snapped apart, blood hitting the floor of the cave in sickening drips.

Something jostled him, and the LED eyes open so slowly, drowsily, as he focuses on what he can see before him. It’s... a muzzle. Eyes fly open and a small scream of fright escapes him— he’s quick to flounder away, until he’s hiding behind his gravestone, shaking hands gripping it as he peeks over. “W-wh-.... who... who are you?”

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Well this wasn’t good. Arthur is huddled up under the shelter for a bus stop, watching as the rain comes down surprisingly hard. He’s fairly confident in his own weatherproofing but he’s not exactly eager to test it either— Lance didn’t even know he was out, what if something happened to him? He didn’t want his uncle to worry any more than he already did. Maybe he could just wait it out? Hopefully it wouldn’t take too long... A loud growl of thunder from the sky seemed to try and bash that hope as it arose.

So he sits, for now, knees pulled to his chest as he huddles in the corner on the bench. It was gloomy and dark, the rain coming down in heavy sheets didn’t help the visibility. But his LEDs glow bright, a beacon of shelter from the downpour. And then— something splashes in a strange way. Was someone nearby? He tries to squint in order to see better, but no dice. Still, the sound persists. A small spike of nervousness begins to mount in his chest. “H.... Hello? Is anyone. Uh.. is anyone there?”

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@nerv0usm3chanic said: ((Please tell me the password is some variation of 'Excalibur'))

;;oh you know it is

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;;Arthur has a mobile wifi device inside of him so that anywhere he goes he can have wifi on his phone. The router name is “Arthur’s Wifi.”

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Arthur was out in the junkyard behind the shop, digging around for anything he could hope to busy himself with. Or maybe something he could use to upgrade himself! Lance had been hellbent on insisting that they not use scrap for Arthur’s body, but the mechanic really saw no harm in it. Parts were parts, if you knew how to make them tick right. Besides, there’d never be enough money in the whole world to buy brand new shiny parts for every single thing he’d done to his new body. Lance just didn’t need to know about some of the modifications he’s made after getting up and running so that he could work on himself alone.

He kicks a piece of metal to the side when something catches his eye, bright but familiar colors. Is that his van?! No, no, there’s no possible way! Lance has been keeping his van out back since he died... he sneaks closer to get a bit of a better look as it pulled into the shop. He looks through the windshield and— oh. Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding! Him??? Himself? Arthur Kingsmen??? How the hell was this even possible? But there’s something else that smacks him like a brick to the face. Oh god, did anyone see him? Looking left and right Arthur makes a dash to the van, just as the other starts to get out.

“Hey!” It’s hushed, a whisper shout as he jitters nervously. “Who are you? What are you doing here?? Did... d-.. n-nobody saw you, right??” Was this some supernatural thing? A mimic or doppelgänger or something? Maybe it was a dream, too, but he’s not willing to take that risk! Not when another him roaming around could possibly hurt those he’d lost. Those that he loved so dearly.

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Bill hadn’t expected for the door to be unlocked. It’d just been a test, just something small. It wasn’t like he’d been trying to break in. There’d be no purpose in that. So when instead of a locked door, it opens, a small prickle of…something goes through him. It’s not anxiety, not quite. A small wince pulled at his face as the door opened all the way. His gaze rose from the doorknob to inside, settling on the form inside.

He stood still as the person—Arthur stumbled back from him. The man slowly stepped inside, golden eyes locked on the panicking blonde. Bill walked forward, focused on the other man and the scent of metal. Stopping in front of Arthur, he crouched and tilted his head. Hm, a small part of him was pleased at the terror. But the larger part wasn’t happy about the blonde man’s fear. It wouldn’t do to have this one be fearful. It felt…wrong. 

Lewis.

“Now, that’s a name I haven’t heard in awhile.” He hummed, eyes drifting shut for a moment. They didn’t stay shut long though, and soon opened. 

“Trust me. I didn’t expect the door to be unlocked.”

Arthur is kicking at the floor as Bill comes closer to him, shoes shuffling the box he’d tripped over aside as he tries to back away, keep their space. He doesn’t want Lewis to get close, please stay back, he can’t let the other know! It was bad enough, probably too confusing, that he was here at all. He died! And he knows for a fact that Lewis had been invited to his funeral, even if he didn’t show up. Speaking of which... he’d love to ask about that. But not now, not when he’s so afraid.

And there’s something yanking at the back of his brain that he just can’t place. Why does that green feel so familiar? So hauntingly, horribly familiar? Truly he doesn’t have a clue, but it’s not like it really matters at the moment, either.

Despite his kicking Arthur isn’t able to keep their distance and who he thinks is Lewis comes close, crouching in front of him and tilting his head. Arthur is still desperately trying to cover his face, only one eye showing between his hands. His hands that had strange little grooves, hardly noticeable, at just about every joint. “Y-You... you don’t go by Lewis... anymore?” A stammering mess in his fear, it’s hard to choke down and calm himself enough to even out his wavering voice. “Lance... he. Uh. He must’ve... forgotten. Left in a uhm, a bit of a hurry...” He can’t help himself, it’s been so long, he missed his friend so dearly. “What happened to you?” The question comes out barely louder than a whisper.

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Someone had left flowers at his grave. It’s been a long time since that’s happened, and he couldn’t help but to wonder who’d done it. Certainly not Lance, not anymore. And why would he, he had his nephew with him every day again. And Lewis hadn’t even bothered to show up to his funeral... he frowned down at the flowers in his hands as he thought about the possibility that Vivi had left them. He didn’t want to imagine it but it was the only possible answer. And that meant... she still thought of him. Maybe even missed him. He remembers her face at his burial, like all the life had been drained out of her, too. It hurt, he desperately didn’t want to remember her like that. He didn’t want her to remember him either, not at all. Not if it was only going to hurt her.

He hugs the flowers tight to his chest, closing his eyes so that he could imagine it was actually his dear friend in his embrace. He’s walking back from the graveyard with them in his arms— he’d made habit to collect the flowers anyone left for him, to dry them out so they could be preserved forever. But he bumps into something sturdy, something that’s... definitely a person. LED eyes fly open as he backpedals, glowing dimly in the dark of the night. The shape before him, oh god, it can’t be. Arthur retreats farther away, one hand moving to cover his mouth. Oh no, oh no.

“Vivi..?”

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Arthur wasn’t supposed to be out. People could see him and it would be bad... if word got back to Vivi and Lewis, would it hurt them? He didn’t want that. Not at all. He doesn’t know where Lewis was but he does know that the other hadn’t even shown up to his funeral. But remembering Vivi’s face at the service, at the burial... he would do anything to keep her from having to go through that again. He would never want to hurt either of them, ever. But sometimes this was just what he needed, a place to go so he could get out all of his thoughts.

His own grave.

Slipping past the gate is easy, it stays unlocked, but it weighs on him. His body was here. His real body, rotting underground. This place really makes him realize that he truly is dead. Hands in his pockets he’s headed for his gravestone, LED eyes dimming slightly, but his shoes stop at a dead halt. There was his grave, but... someone was there. Staring at it. And they looked like him. A mix of fear and confusion floods him and he takes a hesitant shuffling step backwards. Was it some kind of demon? Mimic? Doppelgänger? Oh he didn’t like this at all. But he’s so curious, he just has to know. “W...who... who are you..?”

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Lance didn’t usually leave during open hours but there was a part they’d desperately needed for a rush repair, and only so much time before the place you could get said part closed for the day. He’d left in a hurry, offering Arthur a hug and a gentle ‘stay put’ before he left. As if he ever left. Sure that his Uncle had probably locked the door (he hadn’t) when he left Arthur felt ease as he roamed around the garage freely, working on other small things to pass the time.

Hearing the door open causes a brow to quirk curiously, Lance shouldn’t be back for some time now! Maybe something came up? Arthur turns with a curious expression to greet his uncle but is promptly met with someone who definitely wasn’t his uncle. He backed up fast, and ended up tripping over a box and tumbling backwards. Arms windmill hard but he has nothing to save himself, and ends up on the floor with a hard metallic thud. LED eyes close tight for a moment before looking back up slowly at who’s entered the shop. The color was off but the face... he could never forget it. Not in his entire life. No matter how many years have passed. “L...Lewis...?” He tries to cover himself, or at least his face, with his hands. He wasn’t supposed to be here, what happened to him?? He looked so different but so, so similar. “You’re not... y... uh. Y-You’re not supposed to... to be here...”

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Starter call!

Mutuals please like or reply to this post for a starter! If you’re a sideblog please reply to this post with your blog name! Orrrrr if you’re a multimuse feel free to reply to this post with whatever muse you’d like a starter for! If you don’t I’ll probably just pick one of your muses to write for!

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“Do you have Google search?”

(Vivzy Yukino)

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“Uh...” An extremely nervous smile works it’s way up onto his face, and Arthur backpedals a few steps. Is that... Vivi? She looked so different now, it has been a few years though... why wasn’t she more surprised to see him??

“N...no? But I uh. I do have a phone I can Google search with.” The device is taken from his pocket and held up so she can see it.

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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Sentence Starters for Robotic/AI Muses

…or for Robot/AI AU purposes

Human “What are you programmed to do?” “For a robot, you look so life-like.” “You’re not planning some world domination scheme, are you?” “Do you have Google search?” “If I call you Siri, will you kick my ass?”   “What are you made out of?” “You’re so cold to the touch.” “What was it like when you were ‘born’ as a robot?” “I’m just not sure I trust something that looks like a human but isn’t a human.” “So, what kind of cool stuff can robots do?” “I spilled water on the floor. Don’t walk in it!” “Do you have a USB port? My phone is about to die.” “Please don’t exterminate me, I’m a GOOD human!” “Couldn’t they at least put you in a normal-looking body?” “What happens if you’re damaged?” “It feels weird, talking to a robot like any other person.” “I wish you weren’t artificial.” “Calm down, I think you’re glitching. I’ll try to fix you.” “I know you’re awake. You can’t just say ‘shutting down’ when you ignore me.” “Got any guns or lasers or anything?” “You don’t look like a robot.” “You feel warmer than I thought you would.” “Can robots be taught how to feel emotion?” “That’s a roomba. I don’t think it will talk to you.”

Robot/AI “Hello. How can I assist?” “What were you expecting? The Terminator?” “I’m programmed to do many things.” “Humans created me, but I like to think I’m a person.” “Are you my creator?” “Just because I’m not human doesn’t mean I don’t feel anything.” “If we wanted to exterminate all humans, we would have done that already.” “Sure, I’m better and smarter and stronger than all of you. But don’t worry.”   “I n-n-need re-re-p-pairs.” “I’m running low on energy. Can you help me?” “You humans created me. So why don’t you trust me?” “I was given this vessel to appear more familiar to you.” “I can perform all sorts of functions. Do you want a demonstration?” “No, I don’t have any lasers.” “Touch me and I will activate my offensive mode.” “I can search all information databases instantaneously. Ask me anything.” “Unfortunately, I don’t have the programming for emotion yet.” “Robots are becoming more and more like humans, only better.” “I was programmed with an emotional range.” “I wasn’t happy being created just for servant work.” “Please, I need a better body than this one.” “I’m just an AI. I don’t have a face.” “Does what I am make you uncomfortable?” “I have a built-in weapon system. Would you like me to show you?”

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Arthur stands up from the car he’d been working on, a small smile on his face. And just in time! He hears the door to the shop open behind him. “I think this one’s all done up Lance. Should run smoother than the day it was—“ As he speaks he turns, face falling in an instant as he sees someone who’s definitely NOT his uncle. “made.... uh.”

Nerves overcome him immediately. People weren’t supposed to see him, supposed to know that he was kinda sorta not really alive again! “You, uh...” His eyes shift left and then right as he backpedals, directly into the car he’d been working on. “You’re not... s-supposed to be uh. You’re not supposed to be in here.”

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Boop on your snoot

LEDs blink a time or two as a finger pokes at the end of his nose, and a hand raises to cover it after they’re done. He can’t help but to laugh softly at the silliness of it!

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Hugs you

Arthur freezes up as the unfamiliar arms wrap around him, but... it was kind of nice, too. Since his death, the only person he’s been around has been Lance. Slowly, hesitantly, metal arms reach to wrap oh-so-gently back around the stranger, and he leans his head against them.

LEDs display his eyes closing, and a small smile makes its way onto his face. “Thank you.”

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