Fletch the Mail Bot!

Hello hello! My name is Fletch! I'm a Robot Lethal League OC (Original Character) Please check the info page for my RP/Ask specifics and mod info! Thank you and have a pleasant time!

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manmademirage:

Mirage gave a small smile as he watched the smaller bot light up, he didn’t expect to spark such a reaction from him. His fingers tapped on the door frame as he watched him, seemingly on the verge of exploding from joy.

He suddenly leans back as Fletch leans forward, not really used to such eagerness and closeness, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t flattered in a small way. “U-um.. I’m a b-boy for fun, no real actual occupation” He pauses for a moment, almost as if trying to comprehend his next response. “I’m pretty sure I’m licensed.. or at least I think so, I remember Ana mentioning it once.”

Mirage finally takes a good look at Fletch after the ramble session, smirking for a second, before leaning against the door in a somewhat arrogant fashion. “So.. you’re not from the city huh? That’s interesting for a cute bot like you” His tone is completely different now, almost as if a switch had gone off in his programming. His audio seemed to emit from his speakers just a tad smoother than before.

“Also, I got my name for a reason. I’d show you why, but I’m not sure you’re a fan of parties” He gives a sly smirk, sticking his fingers in the pockets of his sweatpants in a laid back manner. Anxiously waiting for his response and hoping he hadn’t just come off as a weirdo or something.. gotta keep that cool dude demeanor bro.

Fletch showed nothing but enthusiasm and hyperactivity. He was so happy to have finally met another sentient bot. It wasn’t terribly uncommon, but he always struggled to make friends out of them. A lot of bots he saw were rogues living as escapees from their makers. It was nice to see someone who was living life normally. “That’s really rad!” Fletch bounced as he exclaimed. There was a moment of silence where he paused, holding onto the strap of his messenger bag. “I actually don’t know what a ‘B-Boy’ is,” he admitted only somewhat embarrassed. It sparked his interest more than anything.

Fletch was happy to have someone ask him about his experience, though he was taken back by the sudden shift in Mirage’s speakers. It caused Fletch to lean back just an inch with a tilt of his head before answering. “I technically was made in a smaller town outside of the city, but not too far out!” His excited tone made it back into his voice in no time. “I only came to the city about a year and a half ago! Pappy wanted me to learn more from lots of people.” Fletch smiled widely at the bot. He felt like he was on a path to doing his Pappy’s wish just by looking at Mirage. Seeing the difference in Mirage’s build made him truly realize how diverse the city and other bots could get. It caused a wave of excitement

“That sounds really cool! Having a story behind your name is really unique.” He was intrigued to think a bot may have taken their own name. “I was named, but I like my name!” Fletch tilted his head once more at the mention of “party” “Party? I like parties! Pappy says I make a good cake.” Fletch was proudly smiling, standing upright and tall despite being only shoulder height to Mirage.

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manmademirage:

Mirage’s head snapped into place to look at the stranger, surprised to find himself faced with another bot. He curiously watches them fumble with the package, his speakers letting out a soft chuckle of amusement.

“Oh” he quickly reverts back into reality after looking at the nervous wreck who decided to show up at his door. He takes the package and places it between his upper arm and side, “Ana’s my roommate, I’m Mirage by the way” he says in a relaxed tone, patiently waiting for him to hand over the log that was still in his smaller hands.

He couldn’t help but notice how fixed the postal bots eyes were on him, it’s almost a glued fixation. Before he could point it out however, he was bombarded with his sudden question. His antennae flicked in confusion for a moment as his processers tried to make sense of it. “Um.. yeah? Well at least last I checked, I was” he says in a joking manner, not trying to ridicule the smaller bot for the obvious answer.

Without warning though , Mirage is struck by his final words. Not really sure what to make of them, “wait, have you like.. not met other robots before?” He says, tilting his head to convey confusion. He didn’t really have eyebrows or a expressive mouth, so body language was his only real way of showing how he felt.

Fletch had an incredibly large smile on his face. He was so pleased to see this bot who introduced himself as Mirage. “I’m Fletch! It’s really nice to meet you, Mirage! Did you take that name or was it given? Is that rude to ask? You don’t have to answer either of those,” Fletch only broke his staring to nervously hand the bot the log, taking note of just how large his hands were. He took note of their build, articulated and surprisingly successful in their movements even with smaller objects. He was flustered as he had met other bots but never another sentient one.

“I’m sorry, I haven’t met many sentient bots before, it’s really exciting!” Fletch admitted, adjusting his pose to loop a hand tightly around the strap of his messenger bag. “I came to this city to meet more but most bots I find are programs and don’t have personalities or adaptive learning,” He continued to stare at this new bot, observing the way his antennae flicked with his words or posture. He wondered if that was programmed into him or something he passively learned to do. His body movements were subtle but successful, at least to Fletch. 

Fletch gasped for a moment, "Are you not licensed as a sentient robot? Do you want me to not tell anyone about you?” Fletch asked, remembering how his Pappy had gotten on his case for making sure he licensed himself with the city. He didn’t know what his license actually offered him besides the ability to be considered a working citizen, but he had heard rumors from his co-workers that it could possibly mean he could be hunted and reprogrammed and remove his sentience permanently. 

He took a look at their build for a moment and the clothes he wore. He seemed to be in casual clothes, but their build seemed smooth and worked on. ”What do you do, exactly? I’m a postal carrier, if that wasn’t obvious, but

Fletch’s body was tight but leaning in, obviously interested in observing this new robot and hearing what he said. He wasn’t truly taking note of his own eagerness, or perhaps he was rather shutting it out to make way for a new, exciting experience.

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itszeerp:

Zee made a small hum of acknowledgment as he pointed out the different sections of the backroom. Silently sipping from the glass before taking one last overhead swig, placing the now empty container to the side.

They awkwardly freeze for a moment, fumbling their fingers as they try to come up with words to say. “Uh.. yeah sure, I guess I am.” They seat themselves more comfortably before beginning, back placed against the wall and legs crossed against the floor.

“Well, I was doing what I usually do everyday. Aka maneuvering the downtown area as per usual” They sharply inhale before beginning the next sentence. “But.. for some reason I got turned around this time, so I tried finding my way around. Eventually I came across a group of people, some guys or whatever” They roll their eyes with a slight sass, clearly not thinking fondly of these men.

“I was gonna ask for help but the minute they saw me, they panicked. Before I knew it though, that panic turned to anger and they jumped me,” They point to their patched up arm slowly, “and that’s how that happened… I probably caught them in the middle of doing something bad and didn’t want me to snitch”

Fletch watched as Zee sat up, ready to help them in any way if they proved needing him for support. He was happy to see them successfully manage on their own, and relaxed himself.  He sat in front of them, mimicking their cross-legged posture and listened intently to what they said, trying to understand the circumstance that occurred to Zee. “That sounds like one of my TV shows!” Fletch announced cheerfully while lifting a finger, connecting the two dots of the familiarity he had been trying put together. Realizing it was out of place to be so cheerful, he lowered his hand and paused. “I watch a lot of TV, but I’ve never known such a situation to happen in real life. It must’ve been scary,” Fletch scratched the back of his neck as he hunched forward and looked down embarrassingly once realizing his lack of sympathy in that moment. It was a gesture he saw from other shows, and his movements were unpracticed exaggerations from what they should’ve been.

“I’m glad you’re okay, at least.” Fletch gave them a small smile, still embarrassed for his previous behavior. He looked them over to try and understand their body language. He couldn’t read it very well, but he took note of his comfort to see them upright once again.

“I don’t see why you thought that would be your fault? You stumbled upon them accidentally. You did nothing wrong, Zee,” Fletch thought back to the time they had cried out their self-blame. He couldn’t see the connection to being to blame for the situation they had described. “Those people sounded like...” Fletch trailed off, trying to find a proper word in his head for them. He wanted something strong but nothing too rude. “Absolute jerk-people,” He nodded after a powerful exclamation, a big angry set of eyebrows displaying on his screen with a large frown on his face.

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manmademirage:

Mirage had himself sprawled lazily across the rather large couch situated in the living room, his screen blankly pointed at direction of the TV. Spacing out to whatever show had decided to air at the moment. His internal motors quietly humming as he enjoyed some down time at home.

His antennae quickly flutter to the sound of a knock at the door, his screen buzzes with the sound of discontent. “Ana! There’s someone at the door!” He loudly exclaims, dramatically raising his arms above his head despite no one being in the room to see. “I’m kinda busy right now! Plus you’re closer, you get it! Sounded a distant voice from upstairs, the ruckus of metal scraping being more apparent than before as he came back to his senses.

He lets out a hilariously large sigh despite not having any lungs of his own, quickly hopping onto his stabalizers and readjusting his loose sweatpants as he approached the door.

He promptly undoes the locks and flings it open with brute strength, causing the door to slam against the wall. A small thud can be heard from Ana’s room, she most likely dropped something out of shock after hearing the rather loud disruption.

He quickly leans against the door frame, his large figure almost blocking the entire point of entry. He yawns and scratches his chin, his head tilted somewhat away from the smaller figure. “Sup” he greets simply, not really paying much attention to who was in front of him at the time.

There was the sudden bang of the door slamming that startled Fletch, but also the absolutely hulking robot greeting him by the door that got him more surprised. His hold on the package had loosened and he nearly dropped it in his jolt, fumbling to catch it in the air for an embarrassing amount of time.

“H-!” His voice was static for a brief moment as he gripped tightly onto the package and logging device. He was amazed by needing to look up to someone for once, and this fellow had a screen for a face. “Hello! Yes, hello! I, uh, I’m here to deliver a package to an Ana? I need a signature,” He motioned his hand slowly to offer them the package, ready to pass them the log next for a signature. But he couldn’t stop looking at their face.

“Are you sentient?” Fletch couldn’t help himself and practically whispered the question aloud as much as a robot could from speakers. He was staring at this figure, amazed to have encountered another robot so easily. Fletch suddenly realized how rude it could be to ask such a question and fumbled with his words. “Ah! I’m sorry, that was rude of me,” He suddenly wondered if Joel had known about this bot or if this fellow was new. He felt his systems overheating as he stood, embarrassed and excited, fearful and happy. “I’m just,” Fletch heard the gentle hiss of steam escape his mouth as he spoke and he covered a free hand over it. “I’m just very happy to meet another bot!”

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Fletch was still picking up the work his coworkers were unable to take while they were busy. While it wasn’t a big concern for him, he wondered if he was missing opportunities to work more on upgrade projects for himself or others. He did, however, feel like his deliveries to new areas brought him on brand new adventures.

He held a package in his hand made out to someone by the name of Ana. He didn’t usually take one of Joel’s runs, so he hoped that this Ana person would be understanding to a robot delivering mail. Especially since Joel was a spunky girl who made a point to familiarize herself with timeliness and Fletch was pretty sure he was behind her record by a an hour.

He approached the door, pinching his shirt collar to make sure it folded properly over in a clean, presentable fashion. He had been nervously checking over his clothes and posture every time he knocked, as he knew sentient robots weren’t always accepted and he wanted to look acceptable.

With a quick readjustment of his postal cap, Fletch knocked on the door gently. There was still just enough force to offer a decent sound he could hear from behind it, but other than that there was silence. He waited for a moment, and was getting ready to leave a note for the package to be signed another time until he heard rustling from behind the door.

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itszeerp:

Zee chuckled at his worried mannerisms, quickly sitting up and taking the supplies from his cautious hands. Soon applying the adhesive bandage and wrapping it in a firm guaze around the stitching. “I’m fine! But a water would be nice.. also I wouldn’t mind showing you a thing or two about guitar”

They look around the room once again, getting a better picture this time. “Where are we exactly? If you don’t mind me asking” they say while tapping their hands on the floor, picking apart the place with their eyes thoroughly. Taking notice of the shelves and letters on the walls. It soon clicks in their head that this must be a postal office or something, and if not he’s got a weird love for his job.

They brush aside the absurd thought and try moving their arm again, gripping just above the wound and bending slowly. They bite their lip and squint their eyes tightly before making a full bend in their arm successfully. “Ok no broken bones I guess.. just really deep cuts and such” they seem almost relieved and slump their shoulders. “Thanks again Fletch, I owe you one”

Fletch swiveled, looking at Zee with sudden shock hearing them willing to show him guitar. He had been curious of it ever since he had seen them play. His Pappy had never introduced him to such an instrument. He grinned as wide as his metal face would allow. “Oh!” Fletch gasped aloud, realizing they had asked for water after he had been fantasizing learning to play an instrument. “Yes! Water! Sure thing!” Fletch was still a mess of dried blood on his shell and it could’ve certainly made more of a mess if he wasn’t lucky, but he had sudden disregard knowing Zee was alright now and that they were willing to do something so kind for him.

Fletch grabbed a glass from one of his shelves and ran into the bathroom in the front of the office, practically skipping along. Knowing the sink would dispense clean city water, he held the glass under the faucet. He caught a glance of himself in the mirror, blooded and all. He froze once again, staring at the reflection. It wasn’t till water ran over his hand from an overflowing cup that he jerked back, suddenly aware of water that could creep into his hand’s joints.

He dumped some of the water out and brought the glass back to Zee, He tried to ignore seeing a living person’s blood on him by putting the knowledge of Zee being well into his mind. He offered the glass to Zee, hearing them ask about his garage.

“Oh, well this is my post office! Or my Pappy’s rather. He bought the place and we had it refashioned so the back office could double as my workshop,” Fletch lifted himself a bit, looking over some boxes and pointed to a crowded but somewhat visible corner of the room filled with books and pictures on the wall. “That’s where I charge and read up on human things like history or math!” He said excitedly. He would have loved to take them over there, but he knew they were in too much pain to stand or walk yet. “I also have a workbench and a bunch of gear in the other corner over there,” Fletch gently swung his arm to the other corner where there was a lot more metal scrap and blueprints scattered about.

He looked at them with a proud smile and dropped his hand, happy to share his workshop with someone. “No owing necessary, Zee. You were in need of help and I was available. Plus, you are my friend,” Fletch nodded mainly to himself, acknowledging what he said as truth. “Do you think you feel comfortable telling me what happened?” Fletch’s voice was quiet and filled with a soft tone, hoping to give Zee the understanding that this wasn’t a necessary question to answer and that he wasn’t upset with them.

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itszeerp:

Zee let out a soft sigh and smiled warmly, gently stretching their hand forward and gently patting the side of his face. “I’ll be fine bud, thanks to you that is,” they pause quickly. “You know, for someone who claims to be inexperienced you did pretty well!” They say in a reassuring manner, tilting their head slightly to the side.

They retract their arm and look at the stitched patchwork of skin. “Um.. if it’s not too bothersome, can you hand me a roll of adhesive bandages and some gauze?” They ask shyly, moving the injured appendage slowly to see and feel it’s condition.

Zee flinches suddenly and squirms. “Ow!” They yelp before biting their tongue, stopping for a moment to look at Fletch. “Hehehe.. guess I’m not playing guitar for awhile?” They say in a joking manner, trying to defuse the situation with some comedy.

Fletch had been looking at Zee in worry, waiting nervously for their response to his question. His expression hadn’t changed till their gentle hand pat his cheek. He felt the soft press of their palm against his sensors below his metal. Soft but certainly there. He was unfamiliar with the gesture, and watched curiously as they did it, but also found himself calming down. He found the gesture kind. His face flashed into a softer smile as they reassured him and took away their hand.

With the next request, he sparked back up into his lively self, and spun around to look in the medical kit they motioned to. He immediately looked back, nodded, and then dug around in the medical kit for them. He pulled out their required items and handed them over as gently as he could, still worried for their condition but just as interested as he was worried.

Seeing Zee flinch caused Fletch to jolt forward just a bit, instinctively wondering if he had to rush into any sort of action. Their smile brought him reassurance again that he was thankful for. “Well, if that’s the case, why not teach me some? You can stop by if you’d like when I’m not working.” Fletch offered the idea without much thought. He hadn’t considered how far this may be from their home or if they’d even want to do such a thing. Yet, after seeing them earlier today he had a level of worry they would wind up hurt again when he wasn’t able to help.

“Y-You don’t have to, of course! Just a suggestion!” Fletch was suddenly embarrassed to have not thought about it possibly inconveniencing them. He stood up and looked around the room, suddenly anxious. “Do you need anything? Softer cushioning? More wraps? Maybe water?” Fletch would get speedy when he was nervous, and it was showing.

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itszeerp:

Zee mumbled under their breath, eyes still closed as their sleeping form shuttered and twitched from Fletch’s treatment. It didn’t hurt horribly, just stung on especially sore areas.. metal isn’t exactly comfortable you know.

They seemed to slowly regain consciousness after awhile, their eyes fluttering open quickly before lazily looking at the mail bot. They give a weak thumbs up with their right hand and chuckled quietly.

“Thanks Fletch.. you seriously didn’t have to do this,” They paused for a short moment. “Especially since it isn’t fair to have you get involved with my problems” Their tone is slightly stern, but moreover deeply embarrassed as they continue to let him assist their injuries.

Soon they take notice of their surroundings, not making a effort to get up, but simply just moving their head to get a decent look. They furrow their brows in a expression of utter confusion, quickly glancing at Fletch again.

However, before they could question where they were, they took in Fletch’s worrisome expression and posture. “Hey bud, you alright? You seem tense.. sorry if I shook you up, I didn’t really intend for you to find me like this” They state nervously, realizing how much blood was actually coming out of them and how much had made its way onto Fletch himself.

Fletch’s movements had slowed than when he first began. At first he was skittish and cautious, but now he just moved with a sluggish uncertainty. He was working, but he pondered the rulesof robotics his Pappy told him about as he plucked a needle through Zee’s skin, sewing up large cuts they had.

His dim screen flashed brighter and his posture - while still slumped - straightened just a bit more as he heard Zee speak. “Zee! Of course I need to do this. You were so badly hurt..,”Fletch looked at their arm he was working on, noticing just how bloodied it was. “Besides, we’re friends!” Fletch put on a smile, looking past their bloodied injuries. His smile was short lived, noticing he wasn’t yet finished with the stitching and slumped his shoulders gently.

Zee had done some minor looking around from where they sat as Fletch finished up the stitch. He was sure there was more he could do, but seeing Zee awake made him feel a bit calmer about having got the most important parts. “I’m real sorry, Zee. I’m not made for human care and I’m very inexperienced with it,” Fletch admitted. He looked down at his bloodied self, still. He still couldn’t name the feeling it caused in him to see the blood on his shell.

He stood up, heading to the front of the shop leading to the post office. He returned back with some rolls of paper towel and had a few pieces that were wet.He sat back down next to Zee and wiped away the arm he had finished stitching gently, only getting the most recent blood off of them.

“I’m glad I could find you though! I don’t like to imagine what could have happened had I not.” His face displayed an obvious sense of sadness for a moment, continuing to try and gently wipe down their arm. There was silence for a while.

“Do you think you’ll be okay? I admittedly don’t really know how humans work and I’m scared.” Fletch’s voice diminished into a crackle towards the end of his sentence.

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itszeerp:

Zee hissed in pain as Fletch lifted their torn body. They didn’t argue or deny his help, if anything they were relieved someone had found them before things could get even more horrific.

They sighed deeply and leaned their head further onto his metal exterior, a small shiver travelled through Zee’s body as they realize just how close to dying they might have been. To say they were tired..was an understatement.

Soon enough they find themselves starting to doze off in his arms, but their eyes try their hardest to stay open and focus on the situation. However their eyelids begin to weigh down as they softly count Fletch’s steps in their head.

Unsurprisingly, they finally give into their exhaustion and spend the rest of their walk softly snoring in his hold.

Fletch was focused in his pace and his posture all to make sure he wouldn’t hurt Zee. So he couldn’t hurt Zee. His entire composure was uncharacteristically tense and worried; he didn’t even get this way when building new tech. He was worried. And he thought about that as he walked.

He doubted himself. He doubted his movements and his capability. It was something he didn’t come across often. He doubted his ability to not only walk in a fashion that wouldn’t hurt Zee, but he doubted his ability to help them when he arrived to the shop. He had humans and mutants around him, but he never had been put into a situation of dire care. Someone else would push him aside and handle what he could not. There was no feeling he could create in himself that would mimic what he read of humans. Clenching jaws, sweating, nervous gulps. None of that. He didn’t know if he was constricted by that, or if he was relieved.

He saw the shop in sight, only now breaking out of his thoughts to look at Zee’s condition. He was panicked for a brief second, seeing their eyes closed and their body still. He leaned in close, able to hear their faint breathing. Flushed steam slowly exhaled from his mouth and cheek vents as he stood up straight again, bringing him around back and carrying them into his workshop.

He put them down as mechanically slow as he had picked them up, resting them gently on flattened cardboard boxes he had littered around his floor. He quickly hopped shuffled around the room, grabbing materials from the front of the shop which lead to a post office front and extra smaller shelves he had within his shop. He had to struggle laying down a uniform for them to rest their head on. He had already gotten it bloodied with his hand prints from holding Zee. He paused seeing it over him. He wasn’t sure what the feeling that was occupying his mind was in this moment.

Fletch took in a breath and exhaled steam. He grabbed the medical box, opened it, and sat on his knees on the side of Zee and began to clean them up. He pushed away loose clothing or tore it where it had gotten clumped and tried to assess the injuries.

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Some doodles of everyone’s fav problem child (some of these are kinda old, oof)

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itszeerp:

Zee cringed in pain as he made contact with the exposed skin of their shoulder, squeezing their eyes shut in a futile attempt to subside the overwhelming pain emanating from their left arm .”F-Fletch..?” They mumble in a hoarse voice, their body quivering as they tried to look up at him, a waterfall of dried crimson plastered on their scraped face from earlier.

Their hazy eyes make contact with Fletch’s projected ones, they shutter and cough suddenly, their now frail body buckling from the sudden reflex. Tears begin to form in the corner of Zee’s already puffy eyes, the blood on their arm slowly trickling down further as they let out raspy breaths. “Fletch.. I’m s-sorry you had to see me like this..” Their words sound almost like a whimper at some points as they spoke, guilt and embarrassment clearly showcased upon Zee’s face.

They start letting out short and pitiful cries, gripping their injured arm with a desperate ferocity. Quickly rolling onto their side to avoid further strain on the appendage, hissing at the sudden contact the air made with their wounds. “This was my f-fault!” They sob, their face contorting as a flurry of emotions filled their very being and made their stomach sink in regret.

Fletch wasn’t well-versed in medical treatment. He knew enough to help his Pappy when he hurt himself in the shop or around the house, and he knew a little bit about broken limbs from his co-workers attempting some dangerous time-killers. And he knew this much blood was bad. Very bad.

He had noticed how his touch hurt them and caused them to struggle causing him to retract his hands entirely. He was on his knees and looking around frantically wondering if anyone was nearby to help them or even who had hurt them. “Hey now, hey, it’s okay, we all get scratched up time to time,” Fletch tried to soothe them quoting words his Pappy had told him. He leaned forward trying to evaluate where they were injured. He wasn’t sure how well they’d do for transportation but he felt it was the most important thing to do.

Zee had yelled the blame on themselves, and Fletch tilted his head. He had just about gone to slide his hands under them to lift them but paused. He then knocked his head back with a displayed face of confusion. “Your fault?” He mumbled. “Unless you fell from the roof up there, I don’t see how this could be your fault,” Fletch pointed to one of the building rooftops from their position. He shook his head and furrowed brows displayed on his screen.

“I’m going to take you to the shop. I think Iggy made us get some medical aid there. I gotta carry you though, okay? If I hurt you tell me and I’ll put you back down.”  Fletch was incredibly careful as he slid his arms under Zee to cradle them. He knew it’d hurt them to do this, but he did it as slowly and gingerly as he could fathom. Being a robot, it could be best described the way he moved as perfect programming.

Before taking any steps away, he made sure he had everything of theirs as he scanned the ground quietly. He was concerned with just how much blood they had left.

He turned and went the same way he came, slowly and reducing any movement he had to not bounce. He was silent, and his screen was blank. His mouth was the only expression he had showing, and it looked tense.

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It had been a while since Fletch had seen Zee since their meeting. They hadn’t been able to meet up at the right time with each other, but he had kept his promise and made many more trips to the building they previously met at. Each time he went he would bring along a note and a can of cat food, most likely with a photograph of cats he had seen while on his deliveries.

He had gotten much more accustomed to this district of the city, and he felt less concern with getting to the building. Occasionally he would actually encounter a person or two on his trip. He found they often gave him strange glares as he greeted them or walked by, but to say he was unused to such would be a lie. He’s been in the city long enough to know that robots were still uncommon, and sentient robots were practically unheard. Be it due to sentience being hard to gain or make, or be it because sentient bots were kept off the streets.

He was gripping tight to his small bag with such thoughts shooting about in his circuits. He was out of uniform today, not making any specific deliveries and just taking another chance to meet another friend. His pappy would be happy to know he could make another friend in the city!

His thoughts were interrupted. Fletch walked by an alleyway, slowing as he heard a hoarse groan of pain from a person within. He leaned around the corner, curious. He was always willing to put aside his own safety for his curiosity.

“Hello? Is anyone there? I’m Fletch, a postal service robot. I’m licensed and I won’t hurt you,” He took slow steps into the alleyway, reciting what he was told to do upon walking up to strangers. 

It took him some brief time before he registered a barely moving lump on the floor of the alleyway. Small and curled up, making deep struggling breaths for air. He ran up and kneeled down to them, seeing that it was Zee with blood over their face and shirt, as well as arm which they were gripping.

“Oh no, oh no, oh no,” Fletch repeatedly mumbled. He kept looking them over, a hand gently on their shoulder as he tried to wiggle them to notice he was there. “Zee? Zee, hey, it’s Fletch. That robot you whacked your guitar into? Hopefully you don’t do that to a lot of robots,” Fletch began to mutter trying to make a smile out of a nervous situation. He frowned, displaying obvious panic in his screen when he looked them over again truly seeing the blood. “Zee, are you awake? You’re hurt. Are you okay? What can I do?” His nervous lightheartedness turned into far more nervousness.

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itszeerp:

Zee giggled quietly for a moment before shutting off their phone. “I do love them all dearly, can’t pick a favorite, and not even if I tried” they said with a shrug of the shoulders.

“You should totally come back and meet them one day” their tone was warm and inviting as they slowly leaned back to rest on their elbows, “I’m sure they’ll like you” they smile softly and tilt their head to the side. “But right now I should probably remind you that your ‘battery’ is most likely running low” they remark, pointing towards his little arm panel.

Fletch felt a wave of embarrassment hit him, hearing that his battery life had been seen by Zee. He enjoyed having some time to chat after being so stressed with having gotten lost. Now he knew where to go through, and he realized it could be best to leave Zee to do their own thing again. He checked his arm plate once more for directions, trying to turn it away from Zee so they wouldn’t see his battery. With a confirmation nod, he slowly slid himself upwards to stand and brushed his uniform off. He flicked his screen to give a wink to Zee and tipped his hat.

“I totally wasn’t procrastinating on deliveries, I promise.” He smiled and did a small once-over the floor to make sure he hadn’t lost any pieces or mail.  Fletch headed for the doorway when he felt he had everything and turned back to Zee.

“I’ll do my best to visit again soon, then! I hope next time it’s not because I get lost,” He made a mocking wince at himself, trying to signal he couldn’t keep promises on that one. “Be safe then, friend, and give extra love to your kibbers for me!”  Now confident in directions, he tapped each of his foot one foot at a time to the floor and had wheels on the underside of his feet pop out automatically. With an extra click, his jets kicked on and he made a large bounds towards the fence. He liked to make a flashy exit.

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itszeerp:

Zee gave a small laugh at his outward enthusiasm, tilting their hand so he could get a better view of their little cat background. “Yeah, to me They’re family, but my real one doesn’t know about them” their finger finds its way onto the photo album,and opens up to reveal even more cat pictures than before.

“These are all my kibbers!” They say joyfully, doing the jazz hands move with her left one.They scroll and click on a picture of a black cat rolling onto their side “you said you liked this one right? Her name is Rosie, she’s what we call, a rebel” they promptly scroll to another picture of said cat sitting on Zee’s guitar with the smugest face known to man.

“I take care of some cats around here, rarely anyone is around so I’ve decided to take up the responsibility. Safe to say I’ve concocted a small army of fuzzy babies” they begin to scroll through even more pictures of cats, only stopping to show off the silliest ones.

They stop for a moment to look at Fletch. “It’s really nice to see someone else who adores these little guys!” They smile softly and giggle.

Fletch made a tilt of his head on the word of family. It was something he’s heard plenty of times but had a rough time putting into perspective with cats, especially hearing that their family wasn’t known by “real” ones. Fletch has always asumed any considered family meant real family. The thought he imagined was a picture of Zee being huddled by cats who had raised them. It made him giggle.

His smile only increased hearing the word “Kibbers”. It was a new word for him but he could pair it to the cats quickly. He made sure to try using it sometime as he felt it sounded cute. Seeing Zee scroll through the cat pictures snapped him back to reality, and he bounced seeing his favorite cat pop up. Excitedly pointing and nodding, “Yes, her! Rosie is my favorite. Rebels are fun.”

Fletch listened to Zee talk proudly of them caring for the cats and felt a moment of respect. He imagined taking care of so many tiny living things could be difficult. He could barely remember to keep track of his own battery life. Their affection for the cats showed, too, and he admired it.

“Of course! Tiny animal companions is incredibly interesting to me, and it seems like you love each one dearly.”

[postalbot-blog]

itszeerp:

“You’re welcome post boy” Zee remarked jokingly as they watched Fletch finish up with the mail. Kinda chuckling to themselves at how quickly the situation had turned around, it was a miracle honestly.

“Uh.. actually no I don’t live here per say, but I do live nearby. I live in the suburbs” they recalled nervously, kinda hoping he wouldn’t point at the fact they entered a off limit building. “I just hang around these places to explore a bit is all.. Surprisingly I get turned around sometimes too, but I just try memorizing certain landmarks” they remarked, making hand gestures whenever they uttered a word.

They cleared their throat and gave a awkward smile, “but yeah, if you’re ever around here, chances are I’ll be sneaking around as usual.” They quickly look back towards their bag and place it their lap, surfing through its contents at a fast pace. Soon they pull out what seems to be a small phone, it was very basic pardon the cat pictures that littered their background.

Fletch watched Zee’s hands animate as they spoke, entertained and interested in such body language. He found it fun to watch and listened intently, watching what words aligned to what motions they made.

”I hope you don’t have to travel too far, then! Considering how lost I got I can’t imagine others getting lost,” Fletch looked up slightly, thinking to himself. ”Then again I suppose having to worry about my battery life and rain could be more of a struggle. Not sure!” He was quick to shrug off the severity of either possible situation between a person or a robot getting lost.

Hearing them confess sneaking around the area made him laugh, while quiet, it was enough to actually cause him to put a hand to his mouth knowing it could be rude to be heard laughing at. “Sorry, sorry,” He apologized while removing his hand. “It’s amusing to know of such a hobby. I confess I like to do the same.”

There was a pause as Zee reached into their bag. He was polite enough to not try and peak into it but found himself interested when their phone illuminated to life with cat pictures. He immediately gasped and leaned over to point to it. “Who’s are these? What are their names? How old are they? Are they family? I like this one, and this one, and this little one too! That one is my favorite!” His excitement was obvious, practically bouncing as he pointed to each one he saw.