#omegacopy

[fell-maverick]

Perfect Sucker.

One of these days I'll get size consistentcy and back views... One of these days...

[bellygunnr]

Buttercream Roses

Some part of him knew that he had only been hired on out of desperation-- the bakery was terribly understaffed and overworked, ran by an old woman who had the secrets of the culinary art contained within her soul. She had hired him as soon as he had asked if they were hiring. She had set him to work within minutes.

At first, that had irked him, but as she introduced him to the kitchen and all the tools arranged there, he became enamored. The woman showed him how to form dough from flour and water and yeast, quietly lamenting that “the ingredients aren’t what they used to be, what with the war and all.”

A pang of regret shot through him. His resolve hardened briefly, like a seed preparing to send out roots.

“What did they use to be like?” the copy asked quietly.

“Oh, the flour was always so soft, and usually very quality. Nowadays you never know what you’ll get, and it’s a struggle to make decent bread. But no matter! No first loaf comes out right, little one, and everyone needs to eat. Yes?” She looked back at X with twinkling, crinkled eyes, a bright smile wrinkling her face. 

“Y- yes, of course...” He agreed immediately.

And that’s how he, Copy X, began at the little bakery with little staff and too many hungry mouths to feed.

Breads and rolls and sweet things were prepared much faster with the extra set of hands-- and X learned tons in only hours! After the kitchen work was through, the woman set him in the front of the store proclaiming, “such a pretty face shouldn’t go wasted! They love a pretty face!”

Did they, though?

They did. And X came to know, intimately, the affects of Neo Arcadia’s ravaging.

Humans with hungry faces came in twos and threes, often families, children pressing close to the glass when they spotted sweet rolls and honey buns. Their parents asked gently to compliment the bakers-- “the bread here is always wonderful. I can’t imagine going anywhere else!”

It struck a match of pride within him when they walked away with a loaf he had made that morning. After all he did, he was finally giving back to the city.

Perhaps that was the point to his repairs all along, aside from the underlying mission.

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Months passed, and the copy became an adept baker, and his identity felt more solid and distinct. The dear old lady, Madam Margaret, moved him from breads to cakes, insisting that he perfected a new skill. He promised he would.

And he chose cakes.

X produced a single decent cake on the morning. It was relatively plain, save for a single blue rose he formed in its center, a delicate sculpting of buttercream.

“I’ve never seen anything like it!”

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The first time Omega came in, X’s core stopped, terror shooting through his veins. He fumbled with the last customer’s zenny, shoving it into the register with too much force, not nearly recovering his composure in time.

“I want... the cake,” is all he said, voice a low growl. “That one.”

X swallowed. His clawed finger pointed at the plain vanilla cake he had made that morning, the blue rose almost wilting at the beast’s gaze.

“R- right away, sir,” he stammered. And he boxed the cake up. 

It would become routine, Omega buying cakes. He only bought those with the blue buttercream roses.

And the roses became more extravagant each time.

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A Ko-Fi story for the lovely @eliptly ! Credit to them, as well, for the bakery au.

If you’d like a story as well, buy me a Ko-Fi!

[bellygunnr]

Teething

Xion couldn’t hide his grimace in time as soon as he spotted the red blur streaking along the edges of the throne room. “Master X? Are you well?” “Y- yes, I am well.”  Damn, he stuttered. He forced himself to smile and acknowledge his guest immediately, even as the red blur darted behind his bulky throne. Omega... “Then let us continue, Your Majesty.” “Of course.” But Xion was unable to rouse himself from his distracted state. The soft, unmistakable sounds of muffled sobbing teased at his ears every few seconds.  “Please, could you repeat that?” “Of course, Your Majesty. I was just saying how I may have a solution to the gas guzzling mechaniloids...” Ah, right. Xion nodded with a new sense of understanding. The sobbing grew more intense.  Xion cracked. “Omega, dearest, please come out from there...” Xion made his voice soft and reassuring, but commanding all the same. He ignored the sudden shocked silence permeating from his guest and avoided his gaze entirely. He’d have to apologize later. The red-clad reploid was quick to hop into his lap as best as his large body would allow. His hair flowed around him in wild, tangled locks that cried neglect. Punctures littered his body like deep, scabbed over gouges.  Xion bit his lip to keep from swearing. “...Might this be... a poor time to... entertain consorts, Your Majesty?” Started the guest. The meeting was promptly dismissed. . “Oh, Omega, you don’t need to cry... You’re safe with me, now. You can’t be touched here, okay?” Xion buried his hands in the reploid’s golden mane and tried to run the tangles free with his fingers. It was difficult, jerking work and he eventually gave up so that he did not inflict anymore pain upon his partner. But Omega continued shaking under his hands, clawed hands gripping his robes, teeth snipping dangerously close to his ears as he suppressed his sobs. Oil seeped from the many gouges in his body. It seemed his self-repair was compromised. “You’re safe now, Omega... It’s okay, it’s okay...” Xion repeated the words softly now, whispering into the reploid’s pointed transmitters. He ran his finger tips gingerly over his entire body, mindfully seeking out undamaged parts to knead at. Ah, that was right. Omega calmed down in a snap if he was given something to chew on... “Here, dear, take my hand...” Xion presented his fingers to the destroyer’s pain-twisted mouth. He winced as Omega’s sharp teeth found their mark and gobbled down his fingers hastily. Then the sucklinglicking began and it wasn’t long until Omega was leaning against Xion’s small frame, pacified.