Grrr I couldn't help myself but figure out the secret to naming Gamma Code OCs. (I see you and your Greek letters). "Accidentally" made this gal during a test in school when I found said Greek letters. <3
Chi :))
Some basic information,
- Past romantic interest of Fission.
- Pretty ignorant, dedicated to helping humans instead of other automatons.
- Not aware of the fact that Electron and Proton are alive. During Fission's "outbreak", they shut themselves down to not have to help security and end up hurting Fission.
- X-Ray inspired babe
- They don't have four arms because.. imagine how much that costs.. so instead they have sharp praying-mantis blade-thingies. And lots of cables with thin claws (used in the medical area, since they work there).
The Gamma Code AU belongs to our beloved @sunnydbeam :)) THANK YOU SSOSOS MUCH FOR HAVING SUCH A BEAUTIFUL BRAIN AND MAKING IT GRRR IM EATING IT ALL
“ I’ll look for you. I promise. “ - Fission, Builder automaton outbreak.
Fission “died” while trying to search for Proton and Electron, while fighting off whatever things that would attempt to drag them to the scrap pile. (In the East Reactor, of course. If you didn’t read the small fic Fission told the babies to run off to there) When they eventually ran out of power, they rested where they and Gamma would talk, so there would be a possible chance that someone would find them and bring them back. Proton was the one who found their body and since then visited weekly to put small trinkets he found near them, things they thought their previous caretaker would love (metal flowers, old drawings, blueprints, etc). Electron stumbled upon this mourning place which shook the trust between her and Proton (and then they kind of spiralled..).
Proton (mentioned), Fission and Electron are my Gamma Code AU OCs!!
Gamma (mentioned) and Neutron (mentioned) and the DELICIOUS Gamma Code AU belongs to the wonderful @sunnydbeam !! Give her some love!
Bonus angst doodle under cut :)
I had to draw Electrons reaction to Fissions “death” <33 !! (Uh.. eyestrain TW?)
This is a fun and silly thing I wanted to write and draw for angst purposes!! Has nothing to do with the main story!!
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Could automatons dream? Apparently Electron could. Their mind spun and swirled with colors and corrupted files, pieces and chunks of them slowly being recovered every time she charged. Earlier that day they and their wonderful Proton had found a sketchbook!! According to Neutron, that's what the almost completely destroyed book was called. They looked through every page and tried tracing some in the dust. An "artist", huh? SOUNDS COOL!!
The swirls of colors slowly formed into a reality for the young-minded automaton. Formed from files.
Oh. Another memory.
Alarms blaring, oh so loud. System errors flashed in their eyes, yelling and footsteps and gunshots—? Why— what was going on? Was she awake? Was she still sleeping—?? Protons yellow and golden worried eyes fixated on Electrons teal ones, his gaze darting around every second. "Electron, come on. We need to go— now." They spoke in a panicked and desperate tone, his clawed hands firmly grasped around Electrons arm, tugging her up quickly.
"Wh— what's going on—?" She asked, looking around and wobbling slightly on her legs. Stupid metal.
"Renna* Fission. We don't have much time to explain— we just need to get out—"
*Renna is a genderneutral term for "Mama" or "Papa".
Proton quickly pulled Electron along in quick steps, ducking behind boxes of scrap metal they had originally been bringing to Fission for them to melt and recycle into better things. Fission— Proton had mentioned their name. Were they the reason behind the loud ringing and flashing red lights? They weren't directly near a Reactor, thankfully. Maybe she and Proton could go to Gamma and maybe he would explain everything— or— fix Fission— something like that. Hopefully. Proton and Electron continued running until a body hit the wall in front of them, a sickening crack escaping along with a thud.
Electron and Proton froze. What..? A human? Staff? Were they okay—? A tall figure with mechanical wings quickly stepped forward, grabbing onto the human like they weighed nothing and.. Proton covered Electrons eyes, but sensors smelled smoke and heard screaming.
".. Renna—?" He spoke up after the screaming had ended, hiis small voice was barely heard over the loud blaring of alarms. Fission whipped their head around, eyes widening. Silence fell over the three, the only sound being the alarms and footsteps. They looked so angry and sad, their usual bright and caring eyes now dark with cold. Blood dripped from their metal. Electron took a step closer to Proton, practically hiding behind him. No no no no no—
System errors flashed in their eyes, a burning sensation quickly following. Pain. So much pain shot through the poor youngling, going through every wire and sensor like a spiderweb of chaos. She staggered, leaning against her brother-figure for support. He immediately wrapped his metal arms around them, holding them up from the ground and close. The pain finally subsided and the tension was so thick that you could cut it with a dull blade.
"Fission, what is going on—" He asked, his voice trembling slightly. They had trusted the bigger bot with their lives. The two had helped them with everything— carrying boxes of scrap metal, helping them with building and getting them to take breaks. Hell, Electron even went to the staff (despite Protons effort to keep her as far away from the humans as possible) to get them to give Fission a break. A break. Is that what the core reason for all of this was? Were they just a time-bomb, waiting to snap—? Had Electron and Proton done something wrong? She tried her best to be the nice and optimistic one, she tried. Why didn't it work, everything was going so well—
"Fission.." Proton repeated, his voice now a whisper filled with desperation and fear and.. betrayal. Fission took a step forward and the two took a step away. Was Fission going to hurt them—??
".. I... I have no words." Fission's smooth and usually calming voice was void of any positivity. They looked so tired—.. "Darlings, do one last thing for Renna okay—?" They kneeled down, their wings lowering to the ground. Electron nodded, but Proton looked hesitant. So much fear for the wrong being.. They weren't supposed to be afraid of their parent.
"Run. Run and never look back. Live your lives, go to fields and use your solar panels to charge— please just leave and never ever come back. Please." What was a field? What were they talking about? Escape? What would the staff think? Electron didn't know what to do, her mind was a mess— like an un-sorted box of metals, so she just nodded. Digital tears formed and fell from her eyes down their screen head and disappeared. The older ones eyes were full of love and regret and sorrow. Why—..
"How..—" Proton asked, his voice still quiet and trembling. "How do we leave this place without turning into scrap metal— you said it yourself. We have no power in this—"
"And that's EXACTLY why I hate every human. They've just been using us because they think we don't have emotions programmed into us, thoughts and feelings and opinions. They just point and order and we're supposed to do it for them." Fission snarled out, cutting the orange bot off. The two flinched away at the display of resentment. Yet... no no no— they cared— humans cared for them— right—? It's why Electron and Proton were "alive"— they owe their creators everything. Aren't they just paying off the debt to them with labour..?
"... I... understand." Proton said after a while— wait— what—?? Electron turned their head around to stare at her brother with confusion and panic. Was he going to hurt everyone too? No, he couldn't, the metal covering their endoskeleton was too weak to really survive anything as intense as that. More burning filled her sensors before falling dormant for now. "That's all I need. Protect yourself and your sister at all costs. I love you two, but you need to leave now." Fission rose to their feet quickly, their strong metal arms quickly grabbing Electron and Proton and carrying them and taking them somewhere. Their grip on them wasn't rough, thankfully they were still sane enough right now to be caring. Electron looked over at Proton, his usual bright and gently caring eyes dull and filled with understanding and regret. She wanted to take all of it away, all of the bad. "Just don't look around.." He mumbled to her, gently holding her hand in a way to offer comfort. They nodded and closed their eyes, yelling quickly following before ending with a slam and a crack. Fission continued forward.
Time seemed to blur as Electron just kept her eyes closed. She tried humming a soft tune to calm herself down, a thing she found people doing. Protons grip on their hand tightened only slightly, tensing here and there. The bigger bots movements fell to a stop and she finally opened her eyes, her gaze flicking around. A.. vent? A thing they've cleaned daily? Why—
One of Fissions wings rose up, the hand on it grabbing onto the metal sheet and tearing it away effortlessly. "Up." The simple command seemed so surreal, but Electron obeyed. As usual. She climbed up into the vent with the help of both their parent and brother, looking back and stretching an arm out to help Proton up and in.
"This leads to the East Reactor. You've been there before, it's where Gamma is along with others. Escape to there and find a way out after. They'll keep you hidden and safe." Fission explained once both bots were in the vent. Their eyes softened at the sight of their fear and confusion, and Electron swore on her short life that the bot in front of them was the same on they knew and loved. Even if staff said after that their programming was completely trashed or broken, that was THEIR Fission. Footsteps, many, approached and the builder bot whirled around, the metal tentacle-like-things [[no idea what to call them BAHAHA]] raising slightly.
"RUN." Their desperate plea worked for Proton but Electron stayed, the sight of humans looking angry and scared making her worried for Fission. Proton pulled at their wrist but she stayed put. "Fission—?" They finally spoke up, her voice trembling and filled with guilt and fear and confusion.
The automaton looked back, smiling sadly. "I'll look for you. I promise. One day. But for now, run." They turned back to the staff which were surrounding Fission at a distance, and the smaller bot reached out, desperate for just more answers.
"Fission— no no nO — FISSION PLEASE— RENNA, RENNA DON'T LEAVE US PLEASE— FISSION— PLEASE—!" Electrons desperate screams escaped their voice box before she could control it, tears streaming down their pixilated face. Humans. They hurt Fission so much that they forced their own children away... how could they..—
Proton continued pulling Electron on, his expression neutral but shooken. The two climbed through the vents for hours. She was lost. Both in her mind and in this maze. Why. They couldn't figure out why the humans would do this. Didn't they care—? Why wouldn't they—? Couldn't they tell that Fission and Proton and her have emotions, had their own thoughts and felt their own pain? Couldn't they understand—? Were all humans like that? The burning sensation came back with even more errors flashing in their eyes, warning that files may be lost and destroyed. She was used to that kind of pain at this point.
.. Fuck them all. Fuck all of the humans, the staff. They didn't matter. They probably didn't even care about them—
The thought alone made Electron pause before they shook their head. Proton looked back in the cramped area, the glow from his screen lighting up the metal walls. "Everything... not worse?" They asked, concern swirling in their yellow eyes. She fell silent, the usual joy and energy seemingly just sucked out of them.
Electron nodded. "Not worse. Just a thought that spooked me..—" She mumbled, looking away slightly. The two continued on..
Electron woke up with a jolt, system errors flashing but all different this time. Where— where were they—? Where was Fission— why was everything so dark and destroyed and—
Clawed hands clasped around their face and her eyes were met with static. "You're in the storage room. With me, Proton, and Neutron. Neutron is our guardian. I am your brother." Protons gentle yet firm voice grounded the panicking bot and she nodded, tears forming. He sighed softly before pulling them close in an embrace. Electron sobbed, trying to from sentences but their voice box and mind just didn't seem to cooperate. Their mind spiraled into the abyss of thoughts and doubts, more tears falling down their face. Why. Why couldn't the staff care. Why were they deemed lesser than them. She couldn't understand. She would never understand.
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Hehehaha. I'm so mean. Sorry for any spelling or grammatical errors, I didn't check after :D
Uh— Quick summarisation:
Electron dreams about one of the corrupted files in their memory bank. The file contains a vivid memory of where Fission snaps due to staff and humans being unkind and treating them unfairly, them causing an outbreak. Fission tells Proton and Electron to run away to the East Reactor and Gamma and them will protect them until they can escape again. Electron wakes up in a panic and finds comfort in Protons grounding embrace.
I have no regret for traumatising the poor babies :). It was getting too fluffy
CREEEEEDITS!!:
THANK YOU THANK YOU THAAAAANK YOU TO @sunnydbeam FOR THIS DELICIOUS AU!! Gamma (mentioned) is their OC and I'm stealing him, he's my son now, HAHA
But genuinely thank you for this AU and these wonderful characters, I couldn't obsess over them less even if I wanted to. :).
