May 30, 2015
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Are we still doing crack children? Because I am sure Apollo would undoubtedly be a /great/ parent.
Tarus holds little interest in what his robo father does. Instead he wants to be a cowboy. He wants to feel the sand and rocks under his metal feet and wants to ride into the sunset. Sadly, he has the more cow part than boy down. Also his other father is afraid of him.It’s a hard life being Tarus.
My, my! Is this what you always get up to in your free time? Haha, and here I was, lead under the assumption that you didn't like mechanical beings such as me!
I DON'T WANT TO BE A ROBOT. I DIDN'T PLAN ON THIS. WHEN WILL THIS NIGHTMARE END?I CAN'T FEEL ANYTHING. BEING A ROBOT IS HORRIBLE.
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Apollo is a massively terrifying robot from outer space. BUT the fear is dulled a bit just because Tom realizes how intelligent Apollo is. But it doesn't stop him from thinking the robot is a pompous upstart that if it HAD a nose, it would be turned up at everyone and so high in the air that if he rained, the robot would drown. However, he does think Apollo could be useful, either with knowledge or just having a lean robot from outerspace stomping around.
Neither of them thought the day would come when they were actually glad to have been assigned to a simple patrol around Bricksburg.
It was a darn sight better than working on the TAKOS response team, they would admit that much; trying to help fix and rebuild the city felt a lot like a penance, knowing that maybe, just maybe, they could have prevented it. Stood up to Lord-- no, President Business. Avoided working for the man at all. Neither Good nor Bad Cop were sure if it really would have affected anything if they had made different choices, but then again, if you weren't a part of the solution, you were a part of the problem, and by God, they had been a large part of the problem.
Knowing that the town didn't exactly trust them didn't help matters really, either. That much, they had anticipated; they would have been fools to expect it to work out any other way.
They'll come around, don't worry! Good Cop had chimed in from the back of his mind; Bad Cop wasn't sure how his counterpart could stay so optimistic, but he sure hoped that he was right.
Don't think about it too hard, he told himself. Thinking rarely led to anything good, after all; just focus on the job, get through the day, and call it quits soon afterward. Just focus on the job.
It was at this point that he'd turned onto a less populated part of town, where darker alleyways were much more common; Bad Cop's tense posture relaxed into something a bit more casual, robotic hand resting on his holstered pistol as he continued to move, and--
"Shoot!"
He stumbled backwards (a strange enough thing in itself!), lifting his helmet up slightly to rub at his forehead, where the helm had collided none-too-gently with his skull. What on earth--? It wasn't like he'd bumped into anything, yet it felt like he'd rammed himself headfirst into a concrete wall!
Wait.
His head snapped to the left, and he gripped on tightly to the pistol, hearing the clanging of what sounded like trash cans. He told himself it must have just been a stray animal in the streets, but it sounded far too loud for that to be true. Without hesitation, he pulled out the gun, stumbling slightly but regaining his balance, darting towards the alleyway from whence the sounds came.
"Hold it right there!" The cop had shouted, both hands gripping the gun as he pointed it straight ahead at a-- a robot? That distracted the man slightly, though he did not lower his pistol. It didn't look anything like President Business's droids, or... much like anything he'd seen before, honestly. Still, Bad Cop remained wary; something wasn't right here, that was for sure, and he was going to get to the bottom of this. "What do you think you're doing?"
-> ask-ft-hermes started following you
-> artificialapollymi started following you
Oh gods it's you. Please don't kill me take the game box I don't mind.
LATE FAN ART FRIDAY and I decided to fill up the page!