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Bionic Core : A Smiling Friends Mecha AU

Chapter One: The Great Escape

P1M’s Point of View

Why am I so different?

I lay in my chamber and ponder. My glassy, glowing eyes shine to the door to my charging pod. I have been modified to kill. I don’t know why my objective is such but, that’s what my creators told me. “Ah… P1-035M. I have a job for you to do”, Gnarly, he worked on my software, weaponry, as well as my jet boots. He usually wears a black, long collared lab coat with gray stained jeans. I look at him as he leaded me to the almighty. We are both walking towards a glass elevator, if you wonder. Yes. The lab is full of many rooms, even some I have not seen before. So, you can tell how long the way to the top floor would be. But at least the elevator has magnetic traction. I always get stuck to the glass due to my steel exterior.

The ride quickly gets to a halt as the door slides open. We make it to room 450. Grim’s laboratory. Grim is known for his famous explosives, the government even asks for the bombs he creates. Grim typically wears a white lab coat, a black, collared sweater, and ripped jeans. He cackles at his great experiment to use against the others that defy him. He then slowly turns towards us with a crazy look in his eyes. “Finally, you both showed up. It’s about time!,” Grim complains. I stood there and waited for Gnarly’s response to my co-creator. “I know, I know. But he’s here now. What’s the assignment?”, Gnarly responds. “Well, I found this man. He tried stealing my ‘Chromic Bomba’, my first created bomb I’ve ever made before the company. And P1-035M, I want you to kill this slimeball,” Grim looks at me with a piercing, serious gaze as he slowly shifts his expression into a masochistic grin.

I close my eyes, opening my lazer gun hand out from my robotic shell. Then open my eyes to the quivering, tearful man in the cage in front of me. My eye scanners lock in the target as my weapon starts to heat up, the glow increases as do Grim and Gnarly’s smiles. I keep looking at the target, but then see the man screaming, “PLEASE DON’T DO THIS! I HAVE A FAMILY, I WANTED SOMETHING VALUABLE TO SELL SO I COULD AFFORD OUR HOUSE!!” I try not to pay attention, but it just got to me.

“PLEASE!”

I can do this.

“HELP ME ANYONE!”

I…

“AMBER!!!”

I CAN’T DO THIS!

Then shot into the wall, carving a large hole into the wall of my creator’s lab. Grim and Gnarly gave me the angriest of faces. Grim showing some passionate, fiery red auras. “WHY DIDN’T YOU KILL HIM?!? YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE MY ROBOT GUARD, DO AS I SAY, FOLLOW MY COMMAND. BREAKING MY BEAKERS WAS YOUR FIRST MISTAKE, DESTROYING YOUR CELL WAS THE SECOND, AND NOW THIS??”

“Creator, please, I don’t know what came over me. I just couldn’t do it somehow-“ I was then interrupted with a kick to my robotic skull. “COMPLETE BULLSHIT. Gnarly… Take this one to the desavouieren. He’ll be enjoying his stay in Hell from now on.” Gnarly then grabbed me, but, my boots started up. Flying around the room with Gnarly on my back as he slips, and I fly out of the lab. “Damn it. Now look what happened! If he tells anyone else our secrets, we’re dead as a door nail,” Gnarly says. “We’ll get him soon enough. I guess time to play a game of Cat and bionic-mouse…” ______________________________________________

Charlie’s Point of View:

Another day, another migraine. I work at this mechanic shop in downtown Meep Boulevard, I fix anything from loose pipes to robots. Well, I’m still working on the robot part. Every time I attempted to make a robotic friend it either exploded, destroyed my apartment, or ate a cat. I often get complaints from my neighbors over my work,, and I’ve had a few lawsuits do to it.

So, I gave up on that passion of mine and started working at “Smiling Mechs”. Dumb, cheesy name. I know. I thought so too when I started working here. This place looked a little like a Spencer’s and clown aesthetic collaboration. But mostly the Spencer’s part. Mr. Boss, he was a weird guy, but he always has been a carefree guy who wanted to help people. He usually wore his collared button up shirts and some dress pants. He changes up his style every now and again.

Then there were my co-workers Alan, he is laid-back, a big fan of cheese. I swear he probably has a collection in his cheese drawer. But he’s always been a goofy character. He often wears a button up with a tie. I’ve seen new ties on him occasionally, it regularly depends on the day. And finally, Glep. He is typically a reserved dude. I have not really talked to him but once when I joined this place. He can be a bit of a dick. He wears a purple hat. Not really much to say about him, but, he does have a good taste in video games.

I start walking down the block, hearing the cars whine and the people chatter as I get to the building. My apartment is not far from where I work, only about 5 blocks. I can hear the taps of shoes and a bass guitar street performance of a popular Bon Jovi song. I look to see the dude, and he looked as if he hadn’t slepted for merely weeks. Not only that, but I felt guilty of the man. I, then, gave him fifteen bucks since that’s nearly all I had in cash. His eyes look down at the instrument case and back up at me, he gave me a smile as he kept on playing.

Finally, I make it to my 9 to 5. I open the door, a bell chimes as I walk in as I see Alan at the counter and Glep on his iPad watching some videos. The place was usually semi-clean, more or less. I always try my best to tidy up the place like, mopping the floors, check if the candy and air freshener have gone bad, and so on. I was then called from Alan, interrupting my thoughts. “Hey Charlie, uhh, the Boss wants to speak with you in his office. Said it was important,” “Alright Alan, I’ll be there soon,” I responded. I start to put the last of the contaminated candy in the garbage bag and I start making my way upstairs to the Boss’s office.

The indigo carpet cushions my shoes with every step I took, it was like I had moon shoes on or something like that. I lead myself towards a doorway in the middle of the hall I walked on. As I make close contact with the entryway, I knock on the side of the wall near me to get the Boss’s attention. Turns out he’s just playing Dance Dance Revolution, raging at every miss he takes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, hold on a second there, Charlie— GOD DAMN IT!”, I just stared and waited for the “OK” until the game finished. The Boss pants and some sweat drips from his forehead as he drinks some water and sits down at his desk. “So… Charlie. You have not gotten anything to do besides clean the shop. I wanted to give you more work to do!”, He said with a cheery grin,” I heard from a few birds that say you are a pretty good technician, what would you say to work a few jobs around town?”, He asks. “I don’t know. My work can sometimes get out of hand, Sir.” He looks back at me, seeing his face go from gleeful to melancholy within seconds. “You can still learn. I can see if someone could help you with work and the pay is three times better”, The Boss explains. “Hmm…”, It was hard. This was a hard decision to come by. I know how to help with this stuff, what do I have to lose?

“Well. What do you say?”, I look at him and hesitantly said these words.

“I’m in.”

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Author’s Note: Hello there, I am Ivy!

Thank you so much for reading this. This helps out a lot and if you have any critiques or want to comment, be my guest to do so. It helps a lot so it can help me improve with my writing!

Well, hope to see you next chapter!

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