This blog is managed by two separate people. We are COLLAB WRITING BUDDIES! Byte handles the no comfort only pain and Trash (MEEE) handles the MWA MWA caretaker fluff.
Trash
she/her || rodent enthusiast || my favorite genre is a mix between modern and medieval || my favorite whump is post-rescue pet whump || all of my posts are signed with 💖 and my prompt hashtag is “trashtalk”
Byte
he/they/gear || robot and company obsessed || his favorite genre is dystopian || likes psychological torture the best || signs his posts with 🤖 and his prompt tag is "bytespeak"
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CW;; Pet whump, institutionalized slavery, abuse
Bow For Me
Set in a world where slavery is encouraged, Hazel Pepperlite had a very sheltered upbringing. She had never been allowed to interact with the farm pets. Their philosophy was that pets were used for work and pleasure only, and their four children never needed to step foot into the pet quarters. Thus, Hazel had never found her opinion on the slavery.
That soon changed when she met her husband. Treating her with kindness at first, it soon changed when they married and had a child. Hazel was treated just like he treated his pets, and when Hazel's daughter Lula turned five she finally found the courage to run away.
Alone, on the street with no where to go, a wild pack of escaped pets accept her with weary arms… along with their leader Bow-Bow— named by Lula herself.
CW;; Pet whump, institutionalized slavery, abuse
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Day #2 pt. 2
IronByte A series by Byte
Follows a machine as it learns of sentience, life, and purpose. All under Creator's guidance.
Whump rp search (puppy traumatized kissy kissy meow meow need nice caretaker to help teach him how to buy cigarettes in grocery store)
wow do I snort cocaine before I post on Tumblr? Anyway guys nobody replied to my rp search on discord
So hello tumblr
Here's my prompt. Like if you are interested because I thirst to play him I will reach out to you.
18+ only! He has extremely severe noncon in his past.
Kidnapped at a young age, Nex lived his entire 40 years of life as a gladiator in an underground ring. Suddenly, he is freed and is sent to live in a foster home. He is pretty much an incredibly traumatized gruffy scruffy dog trying to learn how to be human. (+ I don't like to put preferences but if you have a woman caretaker, he will view her as his momma at first and he is petrified of men)
The time that passed was tracked to the millisecond, my joints long since seized up from the tension. I was little more than a fixture tucked away in this little corner of calm. Time ticked, continuing to climb from seconds to minutes. Still no sign of Midas, I had to wait a little longer. What happened to humans if they fought too long? That half metal creature soaked red into my shell, I wonder how much red was in a person.
20:54.35. That's when I finally heard the door open. There was a loud snapping sound as I forced movement in my body, standing up to peer over the warm bodies. I think I saw Midas, but I wasn't too sure. There was a lot of red, and when he fell to the ground he didn't get back up. The door closed. I don't think anyone cared that this human was still on the ground.
Forcing my way through the room, I crouched down beside Midas and shook him gently.
There was a strange noise from him, it was like the cries of the door's ill-maintained hinges. I couldn't tell if he was talking, the way his chest moved was more like shaking than breathing. Grabbing his shoulder I pulled him to his back.
Around his eye was this dark spot, it made him squint. Red lines painted his cheeks, chest and stomach. A gash ran up his left arm, it flowed red like sunlight through a clear window. His lips moved, eyes watching my metallic shell. No words formed, there was just this sigh of air. Something heavy dimmed the light in his eyes, the little upturn of his mouth didn't add the same warmth to his gaze. I wonder if this is how humans looked when they were tired?
I pressed my palms against his arm, it wasn't warm. Not as warm as it was when he slept beside me, did the red keep humans warm?
Grabbing at the edges of the gash, I tried holding the wound closed. I used plenty of force, not sure how to put a person back together. But they were soft, so maybe they could mold back together! Why else would humans make each other fight, if they weren't easy to repair?
As I slowly let go, the wound would peel itself open once more. So I tried again, holding it for a good while longer. Again the wound opened once I let go, so how do I keep the red from spilling out so much? Humans were so hard to repair why did they do this?
Midas made the door-hinge noise again, grabbing at the cloth stuffed in his belt. I pulled it free, revealing it was his shirt.
"The... cut, Ire..." His breathing deepened, his body twisting a bit as if to shake something off.
Did cloth heal humans? I tried to fit the shirt on the wound, quickly realizing it wouldn't stay there. It wouldn't tie in this state either, so I tore at the shirt. Making a strip of cloth, a rather wide one, excluding only the collar and sleeves. I set the remains of the shirt back in Midas' belt, taking the small daggers of my fingers to make smaller strips at the ends.
Pulling the cloth around his gash, I tried not to watch as red stained the filthy material within moments of touching the wound. My focus was on tying about five knots with the tassels I hastily tore.
I didn't like how the red soaked through so quick. Taking the rest of his shirt, I tore it into more strips. These ones were cautiously stuffed right up against the cut, every movement to push them further made Midas squirm. This high pitched cry escaped him for just a moment, finally turning his head to look at me.
Staring at his face, mottled with scarring and wounds... it clicked. Humans didn't repair at all, Midas still had marks from old wounds. He'd have a new one if the gash would heal. My sensors expanded their range to get a taste for the surrounding creatures. They too bore marks of wounds which had to slowly heal rather than be easily replaced.
Tilting my head to the side, I scooped up the man. My pistons squealed in protest, not yet adjusted for the new weight. But I found my footing and rose to my feet, keeping Midas in my arms.
I didn't want anyone to hurt Midas, not when he was such a fragile being.
Turning to face the door, there was nothing but the empty hall. Oh, and the door with the creaking hinges. Shifting Midas so he could rest on the rounded metal of my shoulder, I knelt by the hinges to the door. It was a rusted mess...
Back on my feet, I gave the hinge the strongest kick I could manage. It dented my shell a bit, but something had snapped off. Pushing the door with my foot, it wobbled. As I reached to strike the second hinge, I noticed a body approaching.
"Oi! Quit fucking with the door you little shit!"
I paused, eyeing the man on my shoulder, then the man approaching. The stranger wore body armor, I think he had some kind of electric weapon. He reached it through the bars, trying to jab my chest. Recoiling, I shook my head and stepped away from the door. I couldn't risk shutting down, that might hurt Midas.
The stranger continued to watch me; his eyes looked shallow. My grasp tightened on Midas, my free hand curling into a fist. Not much more than a hunk of metal now, which made it perfect to slam into the second hinge, watching a rod drop from its confines. With one last kick, the door fell. I didn't wait for the human to react, there was already a few creatures trying to crawl out.
Pushing past them was a simple task, vanishing into the dark hallway I remember being first in. Not the one to the pit, this was where I woke up.
There was a lot of yelling behind me, something shot past my monitor. It left a small void in the wall, surrounded by crumbling concrete. The banging continued, something tore into my leg. Pulling Midas down from my shoulder I held him tight to my chest, trying to keep him as covered by metal as I could possibly manage. The sound of my shell being torn into was sickening, but I could see light from beneath a forgotten door.
My hands frantically grabbed at the handle, tearing open a portal to the outside. I don't know what was out here, but I couldn't have the biting tear through Midas' squishy skin.
As I staggered from the building, I realized there were more buildings outside. More concrete ground, and more people. A few heads turned to stare, some scampered away. The door behind me opened again, I didn't bother to check what lie beyond it. Despite the damage, I forced my body to run. I managed to make it around the corner of the concrete paths, hidden in the shadow of a building. I caught myself on the wall, feeling the chill of wires sparking into nothing.
My sensors fell to my leg, frayed wires sparking at the outside of my shell. My pistons shuddered, dropping me to a sit. Frantically I checked Midas, not noticing the shadow approaching over my body.
Turning my head up, I was staring right at a softer featured human. This one... I believe this was a woman.
"Are you alright?"
She had a sweet voice, her honey-colored eyes kept glancing behind her. I held tight to Midas, not wanting to see her take the red from his body.
But I shook my head, lifting Midas' bandaged arm. The cloth was already drenched with his red.
"Help Midas."
where are my roleplayers with established characters with incredibly deep, traumatizing lore. I want you to take this comically large hammer and hit me over the head if you want to show me them and possibly roleplay with me.
I struggled to get footing on the concrete as I was pulled, the textured metal of my shell grinded against the ground but never found purchase. The lighting overhead was inconsistent, one moment as bright as I could handle and the next my visual sensors were getting nothing. What a strange layout...
Turning myself, I tried to get a look at the hallway ahead. It would end soon, giving way to a room washed over with stark-white lighting. The entity dragging me eventually pulled me in front of them, holding me up to find my footing. Motors buzzed, struggling to find a good posture to maintain balance while being held back by the magnet. This entity was smaller than Creator or Midas, only coming to the middle of my torso. How small could creatures get?
The magnet suddenly released its hold on my shell, causing the screech of rapidly adjusting pistons trying to keep me from falling.
From what I could tell, I saw "humans" hiding along the darker edges of the strange room. There was a pit just a step ahead of where I was, guarded by metal rods that only reached to the joint between my leg and foot. The sides of the pit had heavy doors, the interior looked as if it had been haphazardly painted a rust-red color.
A heavy weight knocked into my back, breaking my delicately calculated balance. The top of my glass screen hit the hard ground, splintering cracks spawning from impact. It was an input I didn't quite understand, reaching up a hand to feel if my screen had caved in. I discovered only the texture of broken glass, a threatening bevel under my fingertip as I lifted my body from the ground. Beneath me was loose dirt, bits seemed to clump together with a darker hue. As I adjusted my footing for the soft ground, I heard a thud echo off the walls.
On the other end of the pit was something that I couldn't quite identify. Their form matched that of a human, but details of their face were interrupted by weathered metal and wire. One arm made of flesh while the other hissed from hydraulics tucked away in a withering metal shell. Both a human and a hunk of metal, a mystery creature. My curiosity beckoned me to approach the hybrid, whose eyes hadn't stopped moving from the top of my figure to the bottom of my feet. As I closed the distance, I stretched out a hand to try gracing the entity's cheek.
Something blinked on the creature's neck, something rammed into my torso. Metal striking metal, the hybrid began to strike my shell with reckless abandon. My body staggered back, a process starting in the back of my consciousness in response. The ends of my fingers sharpened to daggers, my sensors only processed the strange entity as it approached. My stance shifted lower to the ground for stability as pistons worked overtime to thrust ten spikes into their torso, feeling the blades extend when they found purchase in the abdomen.
Hydraulics hissed, dragging the blades through flesh.
The hybrid was making loud sounds, something warm and wet splattered on my shell. Red slipped down my frame from the creature, I could only perceive the target my hands tore into. As my system adjusted to claw at the soft belly of the hybrid, a magnet pulled me away sharply. Finally my process was interrupted, suddenly taking in a flood of inputs.
Three humans had come in from the metal door across the pit, wearing body armor and an array of weapons. Ones I couldn't identify, much to my disappointment. A human held a magnet to my back, making that strange cut-up sound... The one with the shoulder bounce. How strange.
I tried to gain my footing as I felt myself being dragged once more, pulled through the door before the metal closed with a resounding thud that buzzed my head. Trying to walk was again fruitless, so my heels were pulled along the ground with a loud grinding sound. Some humans I passed gave me strange looks, arms crossed with their faces puckered up in an strange manner. Others showed their teeth in extended smiles, eyes following me with interest.
But I didn't observe those humans for too long as I was set back in the cell among the other scuffed-up humans.
Midas pushed his way through the other bodies, his hand reaching out to grasp my arm with that smile on his face.
"There you are... You don't seem too damaged... You alright?"
My head tilted from side to side, doing a quick personal checkup before nodding.
"Yes! Minor denting and cracks, but not severe enough to compromise my abilities!"
That cheery response made Midas do the shoulder bouncing sound, I couldn't hold my curiosity anymore.
"What's that?" I pointed to him.
Midas raised a brow, his bouncing stopped.
"What's... what?"
"This: 'ehe, ehe, ehe'." I imitated Midas's sound, stiffly bringing my shoulders up and down with each syllable. I saw Midas's expression shift, his eyes lifted as he made this little 'oh' sound.
"Iron, that's laughter." Midas tilted his head, looking up at me with a lopsided smile. "Humans do it when they find something funny or really like it."
[Saved]
I nodded stiffly, I think I liked that.
Midas glanced behind me, his eyes searching something before he shook his head. He reached to take my hand, beginning to pull on my arm as he walked through the other humans. It was less crowded than before, although I felt it was still too many bodies for the small cell. Midas took me to a back corner, there was a pocket of space between the various forms of flesh. My companion sat down, patting the ground beside himself.
"C'mon, I don't know if you have any kind of sleep thing... but I could use a nap."
Metal clanged against the ground, my body eased into a more casual resting position. My back against the wall, my legs pulled in so my knees touched my chest. Lifting my hands, I set them atop my legs and looked to Midas with a tilted head.
"You may rest, I will observe." I said simply, taking note that I'd likely be focusing my curiosity on the human beside me.
That soft head of Midas's fell against my shoulder. His eye narrowed, they were watching my hands. Watching his lips part, he paused before any sound came out. Just like that, he shook his head and closed his eyes.
"You have fun observing, pal..." His words were harder to understand.
Turning slightly towards him, his head moved to my chest. The man was limp, but he wasn't dead. I watched the rise and fall of his chest, the warm cheek against my cold metal. Fascinating, he was living in such a limited state. Not even responsive to the movement of his body.
My hand moved to hold his chest, not wanting the human to slip any further down. Something about having Midas rest against me roused a kind of... purpose. Much like what I had in violent altercation, except my fans didn't scream within me and the life-sustaining liquid of a human wouldn't stain my shell.
While it was odd, it wasn't unwelcome. Even with the shuffling of other humans being pulled out or put back in, I was able to hold onto my fragile human companion.
Bodies shuffled, beginning to form a rough path through the crowd. Finally my senses turned themselves back to a general focus. A voice called into the cell, bearing a harsh tone and sounding as if the words were ripped from someone's throat. Midas I swear to all that is holy- if you don't wake the fuck up!
There was a buzz in my chest, my fans whirred as I made a move to stand.
The restful creature laying against me was no longer asleep, he too was trying to stand. We were able to rise at the same moment, though I instantly fell into step of approaching the voice.
Rough skin, his hands grabbed me by the torso and held tight. As I took in the position he held me in, I noticed he stood on the balls of his feet to make him just a bit taller.
"Iron- hey, it's alright. I'll be back real soon, just sit tight."
The warm breath of Midas brushed against the base of my neck, whispering his simple command. Something clicked, and my body began to cool. Turning my head to look at him, I studied the markings that littered his face.
"Yes, Midas. I will wait for you."
Motors buzzed as they pulled me back to the corner, watching the path collapse behind Midas's figure. The hinges on the door screamed as it was swiftly opened and shut.
I sat down, my sense of my surroundings dimmed. "Sit tight" was something I didn't quite know the meaning of, but my frame held itself with considerable tension as I waited for Midas to return.
A soft click brought me back to life, immediately turning my head to orient myself. It was dim, with slate grey walls that seemed to be made of concrete. Creator was waiting, looking up at me with their lips curled upwards in a strangely cold expression. It was hard to tell their intentions in the low light. They lifted their hand to my face, touching and causing all the feeling to come back. Sensations... I couldn't tell if they were good, bad, or some muddy gray spot. I didn't lean into the feeling this time, I knew they disliked it. So I sharply tilted my head away, watching Creator's reaction.
Their breath was strange, starting weak and lifting to a high pitch. I didn't quite know what it was; the air they huffed out made their shoulders bounce and eyes narrow. It wasn't in a mean expressive way, it was... oddly joyful, I think. I think they wanted me to do that.
[Saved]
Creator adjusted my shoulders, nudging them down and back. I shifted my posture, and felt ever so slightly off-balance. Was something wrong about my previous stance? Creator didn't explain what they were doing, stepping back with a small nod of their head. They grabbed my hand and began to walk down a hall. Where it lead, I had not the slightest idea. It was brighter, wherever it was, I could tell that.
We stopped once we were in the new room, just as dull and gray as the previous one... But there were others. Many, many humans like Creator. But even more looked broken, marked by reds and purples. Those humans had their hands trapped behind their back and cages over their mouths, I couldn't help but be stumped on why.
What was this place? Creator didn't seem to care for filling me in, talking to other Creator-like creatures and making motions towards me. I could tell the majority of the room was staring at me, these creatures must not like each other. As I approached Creator, he stopped in his talking to give me a strange look out the side of his eye. Slowly he turned to face me, his face contorted, all scrunched up.
"I think it'll be fine. Can't die or nothin', just a hunk of metal."
I don't know if he was talking to me, I could only process some of his words. He gave me a small shove, immediately a pushed him back. I think I was pushing too hard, he ended up on the floor while the other creators made the funny sounds that make their shoulders bounce. Once he got back on his feet, he grabbed my arm.
"Save that for the rats later, dumb robot..." He muttered, leading me towards a room with bars as its front wall. That's where all the creators with discoloration and red lines were put inside, I guess me too. Creator threw me off balance with his push, and the door locked behind me. Nobody in the room said anything, but they watched me. I stepped away from the door, waving stiffly. After a minute, they slowly returned to the mundane tasks they'd been up to before I entered.
All but one, a roughed up creator-like who appeared right in front of me with this strange look on their face. I think they were inspecting me with just their eyes, wasn't that fun! I think I'll inspect him too...
He was tall enough to at the same level as the majority of my cameras, picking up on the light brown and silver color of his eyes and his black hair that brushed his shoulders. The body had definition around the muscles, but not nearly as much as many of the other creator creatures in here. He did have many of the same red marks, scattered in varied patterns across his skin. I wonder what made them, or if they were all born with them.
"What...." The creature started yanking my head up, I think he wanted me to remove my head? "... Are you?" The creature lowered his torn up hands, the funny look never left his expression. What a fun question!
"I am a hunk of metal! What are you?"
That didn't seem to get any reaction from the creature, who tilted his head form left to right as he watched me.
"Well... I guess I'm... a human?"
Ah, so Creator creatures were 'humans'. As he reached up to touch my chest, I immediately copied what he was doing and held my hands to his chest. It was strangely cold.
"Do I call you Creator?" I asked, still not sure how this all worked. I'm only a day old! How fun.
"I don't think so- er... I mean you could call me Midas?"
How fascinating, I think I knew how this worked now... Every human had a different name, I don't know what a Midas is but I'll find out I'm sure of it.
[Saved]
"Did this Creator guy tell you your name or...?"
My whole posture shifted from left to right as I searched my memory. I was told what I was, but I don't recall having a name I don't think. So I stared at Midas, slowly shaking my head. His funny look seemed to melt, his head tilted with a small frown.
"You don't have a name? I- well you gotta have something er... lemme see..."
He ran a hand down my arm, his mismatched eyes following the path of his touch.
"How about your name is... I dunno... Iron?"
I took a minute to process the change, I think I liked that name.
"Yes! What a good name!"
"Perfect, I'd hate to give you a name you don't like."
That frown was easing into the upturned lips of a smile. I did something right! I had a name- and it was good that I liked it! Maybe I could tell Creator and he could start using Iron too.
Just as I was about to bounce around from the excitement energy, Midas's little smile faded to an empty expression. Looking beside me, out the bars that made up the front wall. Turning to see what got his interest, I stared at the approached masked human. Dozens of restraints hung from their body, the outside was much darker than before. I wasn't sure what was going on but I could tell Midas was all tense, my sensors brushed his arm and picked up on the activity in an instant.
Everyone backed away from the door as it swung open, the masked human looking across the crowd before stopping when they saw me. They reached up a hand, pointing at me, then beckoning me to come closer with the curling and uncurling of the accusing finger.
It was an immediate response, hardwired into my code. I walked over without wasting a moment after seeing the small signal, a strong magnet locked onto my back.
I was pulled out, being dragged by a magnet to... I'm not sure where.
Did you know that there’s these massive metal horses that just carry people around? Like you sit on the inside and it’s kinda cushiony and leathery and Master sits behind a wheel and we move?! I just get excited every time!
I think I was too excited. Bouncing up and down and-
“Gracie.”
Master had a very deep and grueling voice. Made my butt sit still in the seat that’s for sure.
“Thank you. What do you do now?”
Oh, I know! I looked at him with nervous eyes before I reached for my seat belt.
“Good, very good.”
I brought it over my chest, just as he had taught me. It was such a weird concept… why did I need a piece of fabric around me when we ride in the fun car?
I watched as Master gripped onto the strange handle by the steering wheel, pulling it down before the car erupted into life.
I think I know where we were going.
I have lots of different Masters now. The one that I think owns me is Master Art. I’m not supposed to know his name, but Master Loves calls him Art so I think his name is Art… a bit weird…
And Master Loves! That’s the Master driving right now. I don’t know his actual name, but I call him Master Loves because he’s always there when I’m really scared and alone. Master Art puts me into a really scary bed, ties me down and it’s just nice to have Master Loves there to stroke my hair and talk to me. I’m never alone…
I looked at Master nervously… I think we were going to visit Master Art…
Well she lost her excitement quick.
Her name’s Gracie. She’s a pet, I think about twenty years old. Yeah, I love her. She’s not hard to love.
I really, really don’t like pets. I’m not against it or anything, people can do whatever they want— but the concept is just as stupid as owning a dog. But I’m not heartless.
Buddy of mine is a cop, must’ve busted a drug ring or something— again I don’t care. Found a bunch of dead pets, I guess they thought they were all dead before Gracie rose her head from the pile of deceased bodies. Made my buddy pee himself for the first time since he was an infant.
And let me tell you, there was good reason they thought she was dead. Her legs had been sawed off.
Wasn’t illegal to kill your pet, so they couldn’t press charges on the crooks before they could get them for all of their drugs. Left Gracie homeless, and they couldn’t just let her free she’s been a pet her entire life. Plus she had an expensive medical journey ahead of her, who would want her?
Me. I did. What was I supposed to do? The plan was to euthanize her, but I met her and I was like— well this thing can’t die. Nobody is seriously gonna do something?
So here I am, on my way to her fifth doctor’s visit this week alone. My buddy Arthur has been a godsend, I dunno how we would’ve been doing this without him.
Like I always did, I stopped and picked her up a milkshake. Keep her morale up, make sure she didn’t hate me at the end of this—
The way her eyes lit up when I handed her the fifth Oreo milkshake she’s had this week just made my day. Everything was going to be alright.
When we pulled into the hospital, I scooped up the little body into a bridal carry as she happily sipped at the conclusion of her drink.
Obviously a caretaker’s first move would be to stop Whumpee from using the word “Master.”
But it’s rather selfish in the long run.
It’s like a student referring to a professor by their first name- disregarding their honorific that they so rightfully deserve.
The Whumpee has never used actual names before, the Whumpee has never lacked a ‘master’ in their life- and suddenly they’re being forced to change their entire culture? Refer to their caretaker by a name that does not honor how much Whumpee values them?
Whumpee doesn’t understand, they’re not comfortable with the change at all. So the Caretaker makes the difficult decisions to keep the word ‘master’ in circulation.
I think the real whump is disappearing from all of my lovely followers. Hi guys! It’s been a while, comfort central is back. Let’s start us off with something fluffy…
Whumpee feeling a gentle kiss on the head for the first time. Caretaker absolutely meant nothing remotely romantic by it, it was more like kissing the fur of a puppy. But as quickly Caretaker had moved on, it stuck with Whumpee. See, Whumpee never understood it to be a sign of affection.
The job was done, red coated the scene and it felt like he could finally think. There was a moment of bittersweet silence, lowering his metal arm and taking in a deep breath. Gunpowder, it wasn't his first time smelling it. Every time before, that scent meant another piece of him was torn from his body, his identity would break into a smaller shard than before.
But it also meant freedom. The initial fear of pain dissolved, replaced by a sweet catharsis. He dropped the weapon, walking up to the body and lifting it's right hand. A handcrafted ring, silver band, with small grey stones beaded on either side of a slightly larger stone resting atop the finger. It came off with a good tug, inspecting the metal before attempting to place it on his own finger. The metallic surface didn't hold the ring, and so he opted to hide it in his only worldly possession: a small pouch of dice pulled tight around his artificial wrist.
Turning his back on his God, he left the home and everything that happened within it. He was lost, he was angry, he was doubtful. But he knew the driveway led to a road, a city was to the right. Or, something similar. He wasn't sure, but it was his only plan.
The road was endless, and unkempt. Despite the dullness of his touch, he could feel the loose asphalt under his feet, scuffing the metal and adding small dents to the form. It was cold, his jacket was the only thing keeping his body from shivering. Slightly oversized with tearing in the sleeves, the only clothing he could fit over the thick spikes worked into his prosthetics. He has always disliked the shape, now outright hating the form it gave him.
He could tell his legs would be sore by now, his hips already ached and his back hurt. The man's posture was more akin to a zombie, his body long since tired.
The moon had been thrown over him, completing its arc as he entered the small city. The sun had begun to emerge, everyone would be waking up soon. But not God. That felt nice to know... But the rattling in his foot signaled damage, he wanted to patch that up. Except he didn't have materials, or method.
Lifting his eyes from the ground, his gaze bounced from one building to the next. Maybe he could find someplace that fixed cybernetic limbs? Though, as far as he knew, nobody really had those. For whatever reason, he had been made the outlier, rather than another corpse in the frigid winter.
Oh, that looked promising. A building that looked more like a garage than the others, the inside showed displays of what looked to be assorted car parts. But it was small and cramped inside, the business wasn't big in the slightest. He tried to pull open the door, but found it was locked. Must be closed. He tried to plan for what time it would be open, hearing muffled footsteps and the scattered crunch of a latch. Feeling the door open, he backed away and stared at who opened it.
A short brunette wearing some kind of work jumpsuit, a name tag was embroidered on the fabric: Michael.
"Hey- do you need something? Are you okay?"
It took him a moment to process that he needed something, he needed to be fixed.
"Do you do repairs?" His metallic voice caused visible confusion in Micheal. "Yup. What for?"
"... My foot."
Michael looked down, skipping past the exposed hips and crouching to inspect the metal appendage. Tilting his head, he gave a confused smile. "It doesn't look that bad, I can fix that I suppose."
He nodded quietly, following the smaller man inside the building. Michael pulled a chair into the garage, which was empty as of now. Motioning to the seat, the cyborg sat down in silence. His foot was lifted and set on a crate, Michael went from one toolbox to the next before returning with a handful of material.
For once, he was grateful for his dulled touch, barely aware of the molten heat touching him. Michael must've found the silence uncomfortable, shifting his stance to look at the man. "What's your name?"
"..." Xavier was dirtied. He didn't know what other name he had. "... Xavi."
Michael smiled. "That's a pretty neat name." He glanced to the gashes in Xavi's jacket, clicking his tongue. "Hey would you like those shaved down? They look really uncomfortable."
Xavi looked at Michael, trying not to show his excitement. "... Can you do that?" He got a nod in response, the mechanic stood and pat Xavi's leg. "Of course, then we can put something on ya to keep you from freezing." The man smiled, holding out his hand.
"C'mon, it should only take a few minutes. Maybe I can get to know you better."
It felt... wonderful, to be a person again.
Xavi used the aid of Michael to pull himself back to his feet, his smile hidden behind his artificial jaw. "Thank you."
Michael gave the cyborg a quick, partial hug as he led him towards the rest of his tools. As he rummaged through the drawers, his smile returned.
