#pockets anon

[asvrai]

Yeesh. Bunch of babies. 

Except you. I like you.

Bubby, are you being mean to the nanobots?

[manapegged]

Pockets Anon not so anonymous after all,,,

Meet Pockets Bubnick, the human!Pockets I’ve been drawing for the last week! They’re from an au where the nanobots from @asvrai are people instead of bots!

I tried to make him look funky and fun but also stressed as all hell (greying at the ripe age of early 20s).

[asvrai]

I remember what Rick looked like!! He was tall, had brown hair, and was human :) And you wore pajamas and had a broom. ~ Pockets

WELL. THAT HELPS.

AND- YOU KNOW WHAT? YEAH! APERTURE JANITORIAL UNIFORMS DID LOOK LIKE PAJAMAS.

[asvrai]

I... I think Dr. Coomer saved us. I remember us falling, and I closed my eyes and then we were on the ground. 

[From neaby, Coomer speaks up. He is sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall, looking tired. Most notably, however, his arms are visibly metal, and lay like giant limp noodles on the floor.]

Dr. Bubnick, I already told you I did not do any such thing. 

You said you had a plan when you shoved us down that hole, we ended up safely on the ground, and you’re the only one who looks beat up. Who else would it be? 

My plan was to save the children. I had every confidence that the rest of you would perish. 

[asvrai]

It's the ratboy!

[The light in the Relaxation Vault is dim. It’s like a cheap motel room in here, with its stiff looking bed and sad looking coffee maker. Sitting on the bed, the floor, the counters, any available surface, are people. Scientists, mostly, but some children as well, and some people wearing the blue jumpsuit uniform of maintenance and janitorial staff.]

[And from the closet...]

Why am I in here? Why is it dark? Where are the humans? Am I dead? 

[... a cheery voice is babbling on. Tommy beelines towards it and throws open the doors, picking up the orange-eyed Curiosity Core. Dr. Rattmann follows him, babbling as well.]

You were instructed to keep them safe Tommy, not bring them here! Surely you realized the AI is trying to start testing?

Yes, well, we’re working on a plan to- to fix all of this. How about you?

That’s not our jo--

[The container jolts again. Stronger this time, not like the gentle swaying caused by its occupants. There is a crackle of static, and the room begins to fill with vapor - not the sickly green of neurotoxin, but something else.] 

[One by one, the humans slump over, asleep.]

< Found you. >

[asvrai]

Your vision pieces together. There is a lot to see, but You focus, in particular, on the human who’d been tinkering with Your code. They stand, looking incredibly pleased, and You rise, en masse, to their eye level. 

“You sound less glitchy now,” he says cheerfully. “And,” he gestures to the computer behind him, “the computer says you’re using your boosters to move, so that’s good.” He squints. “I can see you, actually, since you haven’t spread out yet.” Bubnick pokes a finger out - indeed, he seems to be accurately pointing at You. 

[asvrai]

Oooh! Numbers! Bye! ~ Pockets, on his way to find the accountant

“Enjoy yerselves,” Rick says. Alan grunts in agreement. “Don’t remember their name, but they’re always wearin’ a pink shirt when I run into ‘em.” Rick waves his hand in front of his eyes. “Got glasses, too, always reflectin’ the light weird.

Rick turns, “Wait, wha--” but you are already on your way.

[asvrai]

Alan... Alan, we remember too, now. Do... Do you remember us? Our first day? Us, you, Rick... ~ Pockets

UM SORRY LITTLE GUYS. STUFF’S HAZY. LIKE, I KNOW YOU WERE AROUND? DON’T THINK I HAD ANY SIGNIFICANT RUN-INS WITH YOU GUYS.

I’VE REMEMBERED SINCE THE MOMENT THEY TURNED ME ON, BUT IT’S STILL ONLY IMPORTANT STUFF. LIKE RICK.