#palmwormz

[toomanybots]

It was the middle of the night. Robots and human were asleep or powered down for the night. Except for one robot who couldn't seem to power down. His mind raced from all of those weeks ago, with the incident. Out of curiosity, and maybe to give himself peace of mind, he wandered out of his bedroom and down the hall to that so scary portal. They never came through the other side now that he thought about it. He should realistically have nothing to worry about. He stood at the entrance, anxious.

Now usually-- such a venture would have been perfectly fine. Call it bad timing, or whatever... but on the other side of that portal, was probably the last face that small bot might want to see. Silver himself. 

He was lying in wait-- and though he generally didn’t dare to come through... he just had a feeling, that someone would be there. And given his personal grudge against that household, it’d be no surprise to anyone but the poor victim, when a tendril abruptly reached out-- yanking in whoever had been unfortunate enough to stand nearby,

[staticspine]

Word spread that a package was being sent to the manor today. A special order placed for mainly experiments. A different core than the rest of the robots, a different energy, and definitely a different personality than what everyone was used to. It would be a nice change of pace. The doorbell rings through the house. That must be the package at the door. A human sized package standing at 5'5, 3 inches being used for extra space inside of the box.

Honestly-- Static had been skeptical when it was first announced. A new bot, a new power source, all of it a little strange and unfamiliar... but perhaps that was just the more old fashioned fellow in him. Still, at the end of the day-- Doctor Kay, his engineer, was the one to make all the calls in the manor, at least outside of band-specific matters. 

So, when told to bring that package in, he would do so-- and he’d open it too, just as he’d been instructed-- emerald optics filled with their own sort of subdued curiosity. A soft sigh, muttering under his breath, more-so talking to himself than anything or anyone else. “I suppose this can’t be worse than when we brought Vulture home...”

[spg-fanbot-cousins]

It was raining one cold night. Outside of the home of the bots was a creaking and shaking golden figure. They seemingly walked all around in this weather with no where to go, but they heard this home would be safe for them to go if he was ever in trouble. Well now is the time he test this theory. A loud knock on the door could be heard from inside, signaling whoever lived here that someone was waiting, almost impatient at the door.

A certain fembot brunette, who had been reading “Interview with The Vampire” on one of the sofas in the foyer, looked up when the knock echoed through the room. Puzzled, she marked the page and set the book aside, walking towards the door; she hadn’t been expecting anything. Had Dex locked himself out again? She opened the door, and was pleasantly surprised to see a new bot outside. Her doe-like blue optics looked into the green eyes of the other bot, as she lightly tilted her head with a perplexed look, hearing the rain outside. Good thing there was a roof on the porch. “You alright, mister? y’need some help?” she asked. This accent was...new. Since when was any of the band Cockney?

[toomanybots]

I'm sure being the only engineer in a house of unruly robots was a hard role to have, so why not hire someone to help you take care of them for a week? His name is Luke Reid, an independent engineer specialized in unique body modification for robots. He arrived with a lazy sweater and a handy mans bag by his side, waiting by the front door impatiently.

It took a moment for that door to open-- but eventually, Luke would be greeted by a tall copper bot-- blue and green eyes looking over that visitor with curiosity. “W-well, hello there--” 

He’s shoved aside by a pale, blueish person in a labcoat- goggles with mismatched lenses covering their eyes, already scolding that automaton and shooing him away. “No flirting with the hired help.”

They sigh, looking back to that man, door held open to let him in. “Sorry about that, Luke, right? Fair warning but... they aren’t exactly trained.”

[toomanybots]

Ion sat on the couch with his legs crossed, staring off as he thought, "I've never really hung out with that other Rabbit bot.. have I.." He tilted his head to the side as he continued to think. "What's even his name."

In an adjacent room-- there’s a bit of a commotion heard, those other bots seeming to kick up a fuss.

“W-w-what’s the matter? Ya’ll ain’t h-h-happy ta’ see an old friend?” Says a somewhat unfamiliar voice-- kind of sounding like Gears but... more gruff, and maybe a bit more sleazy too. Man, these Rabbit bots were multiplying like... well, rabbits.

Violet’s voice can be heard as well, clearly pretty irritated. “I d-d-don’t think friend is the right word, here.”

Static then speaks- definitely not happy to see this newcomer. “I think I’d leave, if I were you.”

Gears, sprawled along the other side of the couch simply sighs, lifting a brow as he looked towards that noise. “N-n-not this guy again...”

[toomanybots]

"What the..." Ion stood before a swirling portal. His eyes are wide and sparkling as he looked inside of it. He didn't know if he should walk inside or inform one of the others of this weird phenomenal. With a curious heart though, he decided he should investigate it himself. Ion stepped into the portal, greeted with...

That swirling portal didn't quite look the same as the rest, it was darker, more... ominous, really, though that could easily be overlooked by one who didn't know better. 

As Ion stepped through, well-- those surrounding weren't nearly as welcoming as the Walter Manor he had gotten to know. It was darker, quieter, and something was definitely... off, here.

Various traps littered the floor, beartraps and the like-- clear that whoever lived here wasn't fond of house invaders. 

In the midst of those dark and quiet settings, a pair of golden optics would flicker, framed by a long silver lock of hair-- that darker bot staring the other down from quite the high distance, about 8'6 if one were to be exact. Those four tendrils from his back arched slightly, as if ready to grab the other at any moment.

"You're from.. that world? Did they take in another lost puppy?" That voice was considerably lower, a bit more gravely than that of Static-- though enough similarities remained, making it clear that this was... some sort of Spine bot. Or perhaps was, would be more accurate.

[toomanybots]

It's been some time now since that incident had happened to Ion and Static. They were both fully repaired now, but Ion seemed to be more secluded ever since it happened. He tend to keep his head low and when he did run into other family members he always had a fake smile plastered on his face before finding an excuse to hide himself away. Was he really that stupid and gullible? Was he really that much of a threat? Well... Yeah. He was. Now that he was aware, he wanted to change that.

That change in behavior hadn’t gone unnoticed... and honestly, Static wasn’t quite sure how to go about bringing it up. He generally played that protector role, but when it came to those more... delicate matters, his skills often came up short.

However... a situation such as this had happened long before, with another member of that household. Gears was no stranger to the sort of cruelty that Silver could show... so who better to talk to Ion, than one who had been through the same thing?

That copper bot would find him at one of those times where the small bot tried to hide away, settling himself in next to the other. “...y-y-you wanna talk? Been awfully quiet s-s-since you and Static came back.”

[toomanybots]

"You're safe here"

A loud crash had sounded from the other room-- and usually, this would be regarded as nothing out of the ordinary. After all, Vulture wasn’t always the most graceful of beings. This time, though-- it caught Gears off guard as he went to get a drink of water, and it was enough to trip up that older programming in him.

Panic showed in those mismatched eyes, his hand reaching out to yank that smaller bot under the table with him. Normally, this might be a somewhat comical sight, but Gears wasn’t carrying himself with his normal lighthearted attitude.

“T-t-they found us, w-we gotta lay low...” A tremble worked through his chassis-- and even those reassuring words he’d be met with didn’t quite do the trick-- at least not yet. “W-wha... You heard t-that shot, right?”