#cerebralcad

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

@cerebralcad

"CAAAAAD."

He is covered in three toddler cat-kids. They are screaming.

"I want kids!"

He's serious. Now he's gonna blow raspberries on Duck's tummy.

[gotajokerleft]

Delivery

@cerebralcad 

[Dagus didn’t think too hard sometimes about certain things that seem rather important to anyone with a full mental deck. Like how a ship my react when another ship drops out of FTL without a radioed forewarning. The massive thing Dagus and her mobile city of rebels called their capital ship only had the dignity to groan to itself when it came out of FTL within firing distance of CAD’s.

THEN Dagus pinged a communication request to other ship as an afterthought.]

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

@cerebralcad

Caaaad I’m gonna steal your ship and fuck up the timeline real quick, I’ll be back yesterday so don’t wait up!

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

@cerebralcad

Cad. CaD. CAD.

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

cerebralcad

[ Sneeeeeaking up behind him to get claws gently into that hair.

Admittedly a big fan of shorter hair on him. But shh they won’t confess. ]

[listen, it’s fine. He always cycles back eventually. Maybe he wouldn’t grow it out so often if he knew Cad would like TOUCHIN it so much when it’s short. Just gonna lean into that touch okay yeah. Keep doing that forever.]

[sugarcoatedmechanic]

FuckIN- IS THAT TODAY.

CAD QUICK, I GOTTA SMOOCH YOU.

@cerebralcad

[hambot2point0]

There was something clearly wrong with his system. Of course, despite living the last few years in this body of his, he hadn't exactly paid much attention to how it worked. Unfortunately for him, some folks had been a little too interested in that fact themselves.

Hammond did not remember how he'd gotten into such a situation, if he'd been tossed into a scrapyard, or what - his memory was fragmented, as was his vision. Half his face had been torn and an eye removed. Every few steps or more he would end up twitching uncomfortably. A missing arm and various other parts torn from his chest - it was any wonder he was still able to function at all.

Static vision, like watching an old worn VHS, he stumbled along in the hopes of reaching a place he vaguelly remembered. One would think he'd try to Lamp's house but a part of himself thought the worst, even in his jumbled mind.

Eventually, though, whatever energy supply he was surviving on was dwingling enough that movement was becoming harder to maintain, slumping forward onto the ground. Thankfully, this time, it wasn't into a puddle.

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[sugarcoatedmechanic]

Hey Cad, what wouldja do if I dyed my hair pink?