Jul 27, 2013
"How bad c'n I pos'bly be?"
~420
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"How bad c'n I pos'bly be?"
~420
Night Terrors
Title: Night Terrors
Fandom: SPG Fanbot verse
Summary: Dapper remembers an event from her far past.
Warnings: Death, Murder, Forced Actions
It was dark out.... Wait, no. It was twilight. Smoke in front of her face... Near a smokestack? No. Smoke from a cigarette in her mouth. She smoked? When in the world did she ever smoke? It got clearer, and she was walking through an alleyway. There were no sounds from her taps, it was quiet.... Way too quiet.
((I'm in a real 1940's era 420 mood lately....
Does run a little long, but I actually like how this came out. This is basically when 420 said goodbye after being refused into her own house after coming back from WWII. Before her crazy crazy fun time.))
Finding her Again (OPEN RP, Resurrection M!A))
After spending a whole day in the hospital, the last thing Harvey needed to do was sit down. Thankfully, Dapper had brought him in and paid for his overnight stay. Trying to explain to the receptionist why he had no identification or the fact he had actually died of old age years ago would’ve been difficult. But here he was now. He had a few stitches on the back of his head, and it needed careful care and nursing to make sure it would not open again and he’d need a repeat visit. He managed to keep his same clothes, which thankfully didn’t seem as out of place in this time. Worn-in dress pants, work shoes that lived up to their name, and a dusted blue dress shirt, just as worn and showing how threadbare he was. An unforunate habit of his was wearing his clothes out as much as he could before throwing them out, despite what Opal always said to him. Opal… My dear. He missed her. That strange “anon” had brought him because he was the most important to his sweet fembot. Which he probably was… Though he thought his wife would be brought instead. Speaking of though… “I n’d to find ‘er…” A quiet mumble under his breath as he looked down the street and his feet followed the path. He had no clue where Dapper or 420 or whatever she called herself now was. And no way of finding her. Old experience told him that if she didn’t want to be found, she couldn’t be found. Best he could do now was to find someone she knew… Maybe another automaton. She had always been more friendly to fellow bots to begin with. He needed to find her, and apologize to her. He owed her that much before the week was up.
P.R.O.M.|| What a Night
She had pull out all the stops this time. Dapper couldn't remember going to an event like this herself, but trusted what little her instincts and older processors were telling her this time. Renting an actual hotel room was a start. She needed a place to keep her regular clothes, and it probably would've looked strange if she was dolling up somewhere else. At least here, she had a bit of privacy and her dress couldn't get ruined. And it was rather close to the Oil Joint as an added bonus.
Taking one more look at herself in the mirror for good luck, Dapper spun around once to watch her skirt flare out beneathe her. Finding this at the back of the dress store had been a blessing, even if it needed some severe tailoring because of her boiler. Her hand came up and patted her keyswitch, adjusting it in the process so it looked perfect. Chances were she'd be using it a lot tonight.
Practically bouncing down the stairs, a giddy Dapper was already imagining what the night would bring. Dancing, fun, a great time with Fawkes... Anything could really happen. And with any luck, she could remember the entire thing. Maybe meet a few more bots herself.
Finally outside, she paused to smooth out the front of her skirt. Taking a look up at the clock above, she sighed at the time. A few minutes earlier then Fawkes said he'd come.
For once, she didn't mind waiting.
The Hangover ((Open RP))
Dapper's track record with memory was horrible. It made her worry each time she forgot something, but it wasn't a big surprise. Usually when she woke up in a strange place, she panicked. It was usually a sign of her glitching. And this time was no different.
At least, at first glance.
Dapper clearly remembered having a few alcoholic drinks called Diesels. In her haze, she had gone to a gas station, grabbing a book of matches and a buying novelty shot glasses and a gas can full of diesel. By some miracle she had made it to the rooftop of a brick building, trying out actual diesel. From then on it was nothing but a buzz in her processor. But evidence of broken shot glasses with burnt matches in them and an empty gas can was enough to show what probably happened.
Fully waking up with a groan, she tried to push herself off the ground when a few warnings flashed in her head. Apparently there was some minor fire damage to her voicebox and her legs were offline.
"...WHAzzzzzzzzzzzT??" Her voicebox turned her yell into a scratchy screech, frightening a few birds that were on the rooftop with her. She slapped a hand over her mouth, frightened that such a sound came out of her mouth like that. Looking down, Dapper tried to see if her legs were alright... And got a view of her bare boiler, shirt burnt away. Her cheek plates opened slightly to accomadate the amount of steam puffing from them and she crossed her arms over her chest in a form of modesty. Her legs seemed alright though. Unmovable, but alright. A small phone was next to her hip, buzzing away with unread messages and missed calls, but she ignored it for the time being.
"What th' flyEEEng hell happened?"
HEY DAPPER
((DID YOU GET MY ASKS?))
No Good Deed (Canon Dapper/420 deathfic)
We will bury you.
Oh God, how those words burned. She knew Russian. She knew what the intent was. And it still burned. ... We will outlast you. And that was how four words brought 420 to her knees, crumpling and ripping the newspaper in her hands. Everything.... Everything.... Was for nothing? She killed him. In desperation, but she had. Crammed a chunk of her own Green Matter in his mouth and forced him to eat it. Got chased out by an automaton guard. Got both her legs broken by the bastard.
That meant...nothing? Nothing to Nikita? He, and everyone under him, would just outlast her? And win? Oh, he wouldn't get the chance. She got back up, running towards the door, only to be held back by Opal. Yelling at her, calling her by her old name... She had yelled back, screaming. Furious. Unleashing the anger she had at her former friend. Unaware that Harvey had snuck up behind her, pulling wires from her neck. Forcing her to shut down. --------- She woke up to being hung on a wall. Blurred eyes looking around, sharpening after a moment. Harvey was at the table, shirt sleeves rolled up. Wiping at his face for done reason. Opal was next to him. Red-faced, like she had been crying.
She had tried moving her arms.... But without success. Same with her legs. In fact.... Nothing outside of her head moved. And looking down, she saw why. Her waist was uncovered and open. Her core was exposed.
And the inevitable hit her. ”...Really. The both of ya....hate me that much?” So much venom in her tone. Making both of them jump and look at her with scared faces. ”....After everything. After everything I did for you! For everyone! YEARS!”
Harvey moved first. ”Dap-...420. You killed a man. Tried to start the war.”
Half laugh. ”I've killed more th'n just one man! 'N all to keep a war from happening!” ”Well, it didn't work. All it did was escalade the tensions...” No pause as she replied "I can still fix it.” The bitch chimed in. ”No! No, you can't! You can't kill anymore!” ”Just watch me, you whore! Let me down and I'll show you here and now what I can do!” Instantly, Harvey had reached forward. Her core... Her lifeforce was in his hands. And he was trying to pull it out.
"...... Not even a 'sorry' for an old friend?” He glared at her, nervous but determined in what he was about to do. ”An old friend? No. You?" A jerk, which was accompanied by a harsh spark in her chasis. "Different story.” Her boiler lurched at that. He hated her. She, who was completely and totally faithful to him. And he... He knew. He knew what Opal did to her. The pain she caused. How she spent night after night crying on his shoulder, until it became too much. Opal had already pounded into her that she hated 420, that she was nothing but walking, talking scrap metal. But Harvey... He said he would always watch out for her. No matter what....
It was then something in her snapped.
Liars. Both of them.
Oil threatened to leak from her optics as the realization sunk in. Head hanging as her mind comprehended the fact both didn't care about her. She had truly sunk low. The people she killed, bots she had betrayed... Karma was coming back and it hit her hard. She would die. And by the very man who gave her life. Her voice boomed at them both as she startled them with "Fine! So be it! You both don't care... So why should I?" Her eyes bore on the man in front of her."Just know.... Just know I hate you. Both of you. And I will kill you, I swear to God. I will! I will send you both to fucking HELL! I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU!”
Oil had already spilled past her cheek plates as she yelled. Then she felt the wrench of her core as it was torn out. Head bobbing down as her systems were forcefully shut down.
She saw something amazing the last few seconds of coherency though. Her core. Whole.
Bright, brilliant green. Beautiful. Perfect.