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So I saw this in school and my first thought was: the OB Mafia is slowly coming to life D:

#ob mafia #deox lookie #not gonna lie #this is pretty cool

HEADCANON

Ok so what if the OB mafia kills people to make them screenheads and be one of them (Rainbow Factory) then a few months after that a mafian wanted to get out of the OB so he/she rebels out of the mafia and began to enjoy life free like a bird (Awoken) then a few years after that a rebellion started and started to attack the mafia (Princess of evil) then H.P’s sister M.P *lel idek why* offered that M.P would die for H.P,H.P didnt want to but M.P insisted H.P then hesitated to give M.P her spare clothes and M.P died for her sister’s safety (Servant of evil) then H.P regretted that M.P died and did the ritual they used to do at the ‘wishing river’ and flashbacks to the day M.P told H.P she wants her to be safe but not before tricking her for H.P to have bigger boobs than usual *it said so in the song so f*** off* (Regret Message) then many years after that...’Waiting for a response’ happened

#Vocaloid #MLP Brony #songs #OB Mafia #HEADCANON BRUH

Roger:Halt

Here is the second story i wrote involving Roger. The OB Mafia make an appearance, so this counts as a Pilot fan fiction more than my fist one.

2025/03/29

Outside Research Lab. Night.

3 figures approach a wall of the building. They are all wearing suits. Two of them have grey ties and head that a mix of an 80’s computer monitor and a 50’s television set. The Third has a blue tie and a head like a LCD Flatscreen. The two box heads plant a small box on to the wall.

They are here to cause an incident.

An explosion echoes through the night. Alarms blare from the building, inside and out.

In the other side of the building, the in-development Military robot named Roger looks up from The Art of War. He walks into the hall, red light bathes everything, security alarms ring endlessly. The newly hired security guard runs down hall yelling “Fuck this! Fuck all this! They can’t pay me enough to take those on!” he doesn't notice Roger and runs out of sight, and presumably out of the building. Roger head to the evacuee’s former post, the Security Cam control room.

It is large room with 19 monitors on the walls. A purpose built keypad sits on the desk. There is a still rotating office chair in the center, and a knocked over trash can near the door. On the monitors Rogers sees the hole in the wall, the three screen heads, and the competent security guards all slumped against the walls in halls leading to the server room. Logically these intruders are after sensitive information on the servers, which government buildings are prone to have. As all the guards have been at the least incapacitated, Roger decides that he has to be the one stop them. Reasoning being that since he is government property, he has an obligation to protect government property.

As Roger gets closer to the server, the air grows noticeably contaminated. A dirty yellow ting hangs in the halls. Suddenly, alarms stop. The red lights continue, but it has become very quiet. The only sounds are a vague hum, and the mechanical clunks of Roger’s legs as he runs down the hall.

The server room has only two doors, each on the opposite corner from each other, each 4 foot thick steel, each locked by a computer. The doors have a screen and a keypad along with a biometric scanner. The door Roger comes to is open. An unconscious guard is lying in the hall in front of the scanner and the keypad is ripped from the wall. The inside of the server room has 15 20 foot long rows of similar, but not identical, data banks. About every 5 feet is a screen with a keyboard and trackball. The Flatscreen has hooked itself into one of the terminals. Its screen is flashing the names of the documents it is finding, copying, and transmitting. Many contain the words “Legion” and “Mímir”. The two Box heads are standing guard at each end of the row.

Roger has only basic protocol for unarmed combat so he’ll have to do something most programs fail at: improvisation. After a moment's pause for preparation, Roger barges his way past the one of the box heads and tackles the Flatscreen. This action succeeds in tearing off its connection to server, and putting a decent sized crack in its screen. A clattering joins this action, as the Flatscreen’s pistol is sent sliding across the floor. The Boxhead on the far side of the row rushes to pick it up. Roger begins rapidly pounding on the flatscreens head and chest, he doesn't know what data it got out, but he wants to make sure it doesn't take anymore. The flatscreens tries to push Roger off, but Roger refocuses his punches onto its shoulders. His barrage quickly cripples both of its arms, and then a click rings through the room.

The ignored Boxhead had gotten the flatscreens pistol and leveled it at Rogers head. Roger pauses and looks up at the armed mook.

“Halt” is all he gets out before the trigger is pulled. The sounds of shattering glass and plastic rattle as a hydraulic whine builds up. A loud shunt and garbled electronic speech marks Rogers lunge. The Boxhead is tackled with enough force to completely shatter his screen. At this point the more ignored boxhead charges toward Roger. (It should be known Rogers head only contains his upper neck pivot, cameras, eye control computer, radio, speaker, and speech synthesizer. The synth was the only thing damaged by the shot, aside from his LCD faceglass.) Roger beats the monitored mook’s chest in and gets kicked by the one behind him. The kick ruptured a hydraulic piston on Rogers back; he now has limited time before low system pressure makes him unable to move. Still knelt over the tackled bot, Roger grabs the standing mooks leg and wrenches it toward himself.

The Boxhead falls back and slams against the databanks, Roger then gets ups and slams his hand through the mooks screen. The bot falls to the ground inactive. Roger takes a step back and looks at what he’s done. The Flatscreen is lying in the middle of the row, chest concave and arms disconnected. The Boxhead that shot him also has a collapsed chest, along with a cracked monitor. The kicker has hole straight through its head and is slumped against the wall. Roger looks at his hands, the leather gloves over the mechanics are cut and reveal metal. Light blue hydraulic fluid is leaking from his back and down his leg.

Roger walks to a terminal, he brings up a connection to the Police. Apparently, the invaders had faked a message saying there was a false alarm caused by a software glitch. Roger informs them of what had actually happen, as far as he knew. The Police are sending some paramedics for the guards, along with some agents to pick up the invaders. Shutting off the screen Roger catches his reflection, a hole surrounded by cracks is in the center of his glitching LCD. The inner top corners of his cameras are just about visible.

Roger limps to a chair and sits down, head in his hands. His hands slip and his torso falls forward, arms dangling, hydraulic pressure has fallen below useable levels. Now all he can do is wait until the police, well more accurately his engineers, arrive.