#iamanevilrobot

[webberthespiderchild]

A new friend?

@iamanevilrobot

Little Webber hummed as he picked berries from some nearby bushes, tossing them into his knapsack as he went along. “Looks like we get to eat lots of berries tonight!” He said happily, standing up and moving along to the next one, a skip in his step causing his little cape to bounce along with him. It seemed the spider child was a bit too much in his own little world to notice anyone or anything around him.

[tinynotsotinychef]

@iamanevilrobot

The air was calm, quiet. For once in this hellish place Warly was at ease. Just tending to his farms while his crockpots rumbled as they cooked. The feeling soon faded as he felt a chill run down his spine. What was that? He looked around, was that just his imagination? Or was something at the edge of his camp? He stepped away from his farms towards a silhouette he spotted.

“Hello? I-is someone there?”

[throned-shadow-king-blog]

"THAT SHOULD KEEP YOU QUIET FOR ONCE, FLESHLING."

There was a ever so slight twitch from the Puppetmaster before he very calmly took the gag off, keeping his gaze on the robot. He didn’t like his WX and he already didn’t like this one.

“How about I return the favor, but I remove your vocal processor instead, mmm?” he hummed in question, his tone far to pleasant for what he was asking.

[firefliesandmaxwellslights]

My chances of being killed by clockworks are probably about the same, at least. But there’s a reason I came here, and it doesn’t sound much nicer over there anyway.

[warlikexenos-blog]

@iamanevilrobot WX-78 sits beside their fire, roasting a birchnut over the open flames. They had only been on the island a short while, but they had already grown bored. There wasn't much that they really found essential to do. It was simple, wander, collect food, collect supplies for a fire, rest at night, repeat. They puffed and looked up from the flickering flames for a moment, optics fixed on the darkness around them. They wondered what exactly would happen were their fire to go out, but their sensors protested the idea. Something dangerous could be lurking out there. WX quite enjoyed being in one piece, so they slowly lowered their gaze back to the fire, alert for anything that might be out of place or stalking in this sort of environment.

[chesters-trunk]

Outfit meme, Kigurumi, halloween as a Catcoon, and hot day in which he enjoys ice cream and sunshine.

[mute-mime]

New reign

starter for @iamanevilrobot

God, his head hurt. Like something had drilled its way into his skull.

It was unpleasant.

The mime opened his eyes, blinking against the harsh sunlight.

Where on earth was he? And how did he get here? Something involving a door surfaced in his mind.

Ah, right. Wes had found a door some time ago; he hadn’t thought much of it, despite how oddly placed it had been. But of course curiosity got the better of him and soon enough the door had been opened. After that it seemed to get foggy.

Well, it only seemed sensible the action of returning to the door caused this.

But it was odd… This place seemed nothing like the others. Sitting up offered a good headache, but he managed a short look around all the same. He couldn’t see anything different. Same trees, same flatness of the earth. Could it be he was just disoriented from supposed transport here? Couldn’t be; there had to be something here, something making him feel like this.

A while passed before the mime stood up; he realized quickly all the supplies he had been carrying were gone, making him feel rather vulnerable. With an uncertain look around he went off to find… something. He really didn’t know what.

Light sources would be good. Probably food. A place to rest when night came… Yeesh, losing everything really hurt your ego.

Alas, off he went. Couldn’t mope forever.