I started doing this when i did the Mercy run , then i stopped and started the genocide run when i remembered ir existed… Wish i didn’t , still feel terrible!!
Anyway , HERE’S MY FAVOURITE TRIO! SWEET CAP'N CAKES !!
I wanted to only make Sweet at some point because i kept failing to add the other 2 , BUT I MANAGED TO DO IT! K_k is my favourite in this art :D What y'all think? Lemme know!
Alleyway Meetup (emeto warning, not descriptive/dryheave mention, mentions of blood)
Bloodied knuckles. A clocked jaw. Bruises. Anton wiped his face, then let out a sigh as he got an electronic wipe from the first aid kit to clean the blood off of the front of his speaker. Ehhh.. He looked at his hands. They were fucked. Torn up. It had been a tough night, and he put his head in his hands.
He was the only object head in the underground fight scene here- and they were always trying to exploit that. Coughing, a bit of blood splattered on the ground from his mouth. Oh...fuck. Okay. No. It's fine. Anton got up, inhaling and looking up at the door to outside before tugging his shirt on. ...Might have gotten too hit too hard in the head here-
His steps were all over the place as he made his way to the doors, a dry heave leaving his throat as he busted his way through and putting his hand on his leg. This was Not Fine. A sudden voice made him jump- And almost give back in to another dry heave. His stomach was in knots.
“Holy shit! What the fuck happened to you?!”
An insectoid robot with a singular orange antenna stood before him, and he recognized her. She was a local musician- Dadi. It was hard to not know who she was. His face fell, for some reason feeling a bit embarrassed someone like her saw him almost get sick..
She made her way over to him and tossed her backpack to the ground, scrambling inside and stammering out nonsense. He was about to say something, to back away, but a bottle of water was pushed on Anton's hand. Screw it. Anton eagerly snatched it up and practically inahled it- Gasping as he finished and putting his hands on his knees, panting. It...did help.
“T-...Thanks.”
Anton let out a pained groan as he leaned on his hands. His head was pounding, he was panting. The robot beside him was frantic, and he looked over at her. She was digging around in her bag. His gruff, standoffish personality was put off by how fucked up he was, and he couldn't really come up with anything to get her to go away. And his mind told him “maybe don't fucking turn away someone trying to help you” anyway.
“Dude, you are bleeding fucking everywhere, what the hell is going on- Hang on, I have- I actually stuff in my bag- First aid kit,”
Um.
“It's...fine. It's n-”
“NUH UH!”
Anton jumped up from that disapproving sound, eyebrows raising from the equally disapproving look as the robot got a first aid kit out, huffing and taking one of his massive hands in hers, a wipe in her hand. He let out a small hiss as the wipe stung his busted fingers- Then he took a moment.
Why was he letting this person do this? He didn't like anyone. At all. But- ...Um. His face went soft as he stared at her face. She looked almost panicked. His head tilted. It'd been a while since anyone actually shown him any care at all. It's...foreign. He shut up and let her do what she had to do, 'cheeks' getting a bit pink.
“Dude, what the hell have you been doing!?”
Anton swallowed. He liked her music, she was a cool person- He knew from seeing her content. She was sweet, accepting, fun... Was she going to judge...fighting, or...
“I...I fight. Um...underground. I kinda got my shit wrecked tonight.” He looked down at his knees, brow furrowing as he wondered why he was actively admitting that to a virtual stranger; And he rubbed his head. Maybe he was concussed. Again. The robot let out a small sound.
“I can tell, dude. None of this-” She gestured to his entire body. “Is good. And one of your eyes is actually bleeding.”
Anton tensed up, swiping a thumb under each eye and checking. Yeah. She was right. Hunching over, he coughed up more blood onto the ground, a groan leaving his throat. He looked everywhere but at her, wiping his mouth. This was humiliating....
“FUCK! Alright- No- Can you get up? You gotta go somewhere, something-”
His eyes went wide and his head jerked back, giving her an almost terrified look. As Anton tried to respond, he immediately hunched back over and put a hand over his mouth as another heave made his body lurch forward. Eyes scrunched shut, his other hand clutched at his pants, trying to focus. Don't. Get. Sick.
She winced, sitting beside him and putting her hand on his back. It was obvious he didn't want her to look at him, so she turned her head to the side as he sat there. Her antenna flicked, and fidgeted her other hand on the dirty asphalt.
“I'm...Dadi, by the way.”
A thumbs up was given in response. Dadi patted his back, then tapped her fingers. Anton took a deep breath, then took his hand away from his mouth. He probably knew her name in the back of his mind, she wasn't exactly unknown. But with his concussion he definitely couldn't really think of that. He leaned back on his knees, letting out a hiccup. Looking back to her, he nearly flinched from the look of concern on her face. Then he furrowed his brow, personality seeping back.
“Breathe, big dude.”
He'd been a fan of her music. Even attended a few concerts. ...Maybe followed her on a few platforms. She was just as sweet as she was in every video, concert, interview- But. This was a dirty alley with a bloodied stranger who is coughing up blood and dry heaving. And it was him. Not that she knew him at all, but.
“...Why are you being nice to me?”
Dadi gave him a look as if he suddenly sprouted a second head. His brow raised at that. As if it was completely not out of nowhere for this robot to just see a beat up, huge guy in an alley and immediately just go out of her way to help him? Even if he wasn't down on himself that'd be a recipe for disaster in most cases.
Her face went a bit soft as she didn't answer, all she did was shake her head and look forward with her hand going back to continue stroking his back. Anton fought back another cough, but his hand went back to his mouth. His eyes clenched shut, but all of the pain got to him and he wrenched away from her with a quick shout of “DON'T LOOK” before all of his injuries caused the inevitable.
She did look away, but looked back when he gasped out a groan and hacked out a sharp breath.
“Oh fuck- Fuck-” Anton glanced at her and then at the ground. “...Fuck I'm sorry.”
A scoff left the robot as she dug in her bag, jabbing him in the shoulder with mouthwash with a look that just read- ...Well. He cleared his throat, taking the mouthwash and using it. As much as she didn't seem to care about him getting sick in front of her, it made it a little...not very much...better that she truly did not seem to give a shit. Anton rubbed the back of his head. A long pause followed before Dadi let out a breath.
“Did you seriously just apologize for that? Man, it's okay. I work in a club, dude. I've seen worse. So much worse.”
Anton winced. Even though her saying so made him feel a little bit better about...that.
“It's still embarrassing.”
Dadi leaned forward and gave a soft smile, which made the corner of his own mouth twitch upwards as well. He liked her music, he liked her shows. She was always a sweetheart on stage, it was nice to see she was a nice person off stage as well. Can't say that about a lot of musicians down here. Her gaze went back to his injuries, taking his hand in hers and letting out a sound.
“You got...somewhere to get this checked out? Or know anyone?”
Antons' face fell as he shook his head. He had his little apartment, and some tools. But hell if he knew how to fix himself when he got this bad. Normally, he just...rested. Which probably wasn't his best option, but the only one he had. He looked away again, sighing. Dadi put her hand on the side of his speaker, making him look back at her. Normally, that would have pissed him off, and it did at first- But the look on her face made his body ease up a little.
Getting up, Dadi looked around erratically as if she was trying to plan something, making Anton blink a few times. She let out an “uhhhh” before opening her phone and scratching at her hair. Is she...okay- Or- Her hand went to her hip as she typed something on her phone before closing it, going back to him. He blinked again.
“Alright, so- Your head is clearly mechanical, and I can help with that. I'm a robot, I know how to repair stuff. This is gonna be weird, but....” Dadi clasped her hands together, then pointed both index fingers out. “Can- Would you come back to my place so I can fix you up? N-NOTHING WEIRD-! Nothing weird! I just want to help!”
Wow. That is weird. Anton gave a frog blink, his mouth opening up to say something, but nothing coming out. Dadi nodded and gave a little sound out as if to say 'yeah I know this is super weird', but he kept staring before letting out a sigh, planting his hands on his knees and staggering onto his feet. He toppled side to side a bit, but kept himself upright. It might be his concussed head. It might be because he liked her as an artist. Maybe he was just a dumbass. Hell, it could be all of those things. But...
“...You know what. Alright. What else could happen to me.”
Dadi gave an awkward smile before taking his arm, guiding him out of the alley to her car, opening the back door and motioning for him to lie down. ...That's- ...That was sweet. He climbed in on his side and let out a groan, twisting in a way for his body to not ache as much. Another blush came to his face as she took a small blanket out of one of the back pockets of the seats and draped it across him. He tugged it up, looking down at the floor of the car. It was tiny on him, but it was something. And very soft.
“I'll drive as gently as I can...uh...”
“M'name is Anton.”
“A-Anton.”
The drirve was fairly alright. There were a few bumps, of course, but Dadi either always announced them or went ridiculously slowly over them in order to not cause Anton any further discomfort. He smiled. The level of care he was getting right now was nearly overwhelming him, but. He couldn't complain. His mind wandered a little bit. He was in the backseat of a popular DJ, concussed, bleeding all over the backseat, on his way to her house. There was no way this could be real. But he smiled anyway. Even if this turned out to be some hallucination from getting the shit kicked out of him, it'd be nice.
No way in Hell had he seen his night going this way.
Dadi parked in her driveway, getting out and opening up the back door to get the speakerhead out of her car. She petted his back, making casual little comments about random stuff as she lead him inside of her place. Still dazed, he let out mumbles and rubbed the side of his head. It wasn't as bad as before, but he still didn't feel too great. At least he didn't feel like he was gonna puke again.
Eventually, he was sat on Dadi's couch. She put her hand on the one of his that clutched the side of his head, making him look up sharply. The worried look on her face made his eyes widen, his heartbeat pick up. That- ...He'd never seen a look like that before. Especially not for him. Or at him. Not in a long time, at least. He truly hoped the dry swallow he just did wasn't heard.
“Alright, so...looks like youuuu...” She turned his head, seeming to not notice (PLEASE) his face. “Are a model...OH! I know this one!”
Anton squirmed a little bit and rubbed the side of his head. Dadi would definitely know a bunch of speaker models, they were a damned DJ. He smiled a little bit but tried to fight it back; Shoulders tense. Voice...also tense.
“Oh. Good.”
He felt like he was going to explode. No one's been in his head for years; Not him, not doctors- Poor choice on his part as he was a damned fighter, but there were no doctors where he was. Just sellers who sold parts of those who died in the fights. But whatever. So the fact that someone knows his model and knows what to do is making him tingle a bit. He forced a frown. Or what he could call a frown.
Dadi patted his shoulder, making him jolt.
“Alright, I got my stuff. Can I uh...open ya up? It's gonna feel weird, but I can fix you up no problem!”
Anton grit his fists. She wasn't kidding. It does feel weird. And she hadn't even started. He nodded. Dadi got her tools out, and fiddled around behhind him.
A cough left him as his back panel was opened, and his head began to ache as she reached in to mess around in whatever was in his head.
“Dadi, that- That hurts.”
“Yeah, I see the problem. I'm sorry, it's gonna hurt a little- Buckle up, guy... It'll be over in a minute.”"
Not knowing why, Anton gripped his hands into the couch. Dadi seemed trustworthy- Another person with wires, robotic features. A pang of pain shot down his spine and he shouted, Dadi frantically apologizing behind him,
“FUCKING HELL! WH-WHAT- ARE- Y-y-! OW-! FUCK-!”
Dadi winced and, as gently- And quickly as she could to make the pain last less long- Did what she had to do to re-do a LOT of what was fucked up in his system. There was deterioration. There were multiple frayed wires. His whole system was shot to shit, and she let out a whine as she worked. Anton let out a yelp and flinched, his hands gripping the couch. It didn't help that she had to keep reaching for more tools with one hand in his head.
“OH GOD I'M S-SO SORRY I'M SORRY I'M ALMOST DONE I ALMOST GOT IT-”
Anton let out a growl, eyes straining. Then a soothing wave crashed into him, his head no longer aching. No nausea. Not as much pain from the cuts, the bruises. The headache he had for...what, 2 years? Gone. A sigh left him as he let his body relax. His body was still bleeding a bit, but it didn't really hurt anymore. Well, not as much. He looked to the DJ, who- Ok she looks horrified, and she was panting.
“....Is-....Do you feel better?”
Anton gave a tired thumbs up, smiling lazily before he looked back down at the floor with a sigh. She she closed him back up with her hands shaking. He could hear her breathing heavily as she came down from panicking, feeling a bit bad about reacting so loud.
“I...I do. Thanks.”
Dadi smiled. “Oh thank fuck.” She chuckled, then let out a drained groan as she wilted onto his shoulder. Oh. Well damn. That took a lot out of her too, huh. Anton chuckled a bit and twitched his hand up as he was tempted to pat her head, but put it back down on his leg. She shot back up and inhaled before putting her tools back together, peeking back to make sure his back panel was on right.
“I am so sorry that hurt. There was no way to fix you up without...uh...” She gestured. “A bit of that.”
Anton rubbed his head and stretched his back out, cracking his neck before looking back at her with his crooked smile.
“S'alright...I appreciate it.”
Looking around the place, it was mostly techno based...which fit. Neon signs, some records of hers placed on the wall. Lots of blue, orange, red, gold and pink. A lot of vaporwave themed stuff was scattered around in places. He hummed. It was very much...them.
“Hey, y'want somethin' to eat?”
He winced. Then frowned. She's been nice, and all but... He can get food himself, he doesn't-
“Not a charity case. You've done enough.”
Dadi's face fell. Her eye rolled and she got up from the couch, arms folded.
“Dude, I'm not- I ordered a pizza like 30 minutes ago before I found ya. I was just offering.”
Anton looked at his feet. Ah. Now he kinda felt like an ass. He heaved out a sigh and rubbed the back of his head, looking everywhere but at the robot who was giving him her own look, her brow raised. He was kind of hungry though. All he had at his place was basic shit; Rice, pasta, canned vegetables. Pizza would be nice.
“...Sorry, it's just- No one has been this nice to me before. I'm not used to it. So...”
Dadi's expression softened as she sat beside him, putting her hand on his. He swallowed.
“That's fine! I wasn't trying to like...make you feel that way about it. Plus, hey! You're already here, it'd be weird for me not to, honestly.” Dadi nudged him with her arm and let out a laugh, making him smile. He watched her go get her delivery from the door, scampering back and putting it on the living room table.
“S'just cheese, sorry if you like any toppings.”
“S'more than fine.”
Dadi smiled as she went and got some plates, bringing them back along with paper towels. He was blushing again. She took a smaller piece, he took a bigger one. The both of them dug in, and he shut his eyes from how good it was to have fresh pizza again, not just cold or microwaved.
“Wanna watch a movie or som'n?”
Letting out a small sound, Anton swallowed his bite and rubbed his face with a napkin before nodding. She smiled up at him before putting her slice down, picking up a remote and flicking the TV on. Oh hell yes, he missed tv. He kind of...broke his when he tripped on one of his shoes and fell on it. He still had his 3DS, but. It can only entertain so much.
“Whatcha like to watch, big dude?”
“H-Horror.”
Dadi turned her head up and patted his chest, making him grin. Awkwardly.
“HELL yeah man!”
She grinned and turned to the horror movie channels, then handed him the remote. Anton paused. Oh, she wanted him to pick- Alright. He took the remote and squinted at the buttons before looking back up at the screen and tapping on search, scrolling to various letters.
R – E – A – N – I -
Dadi let out a gasp and made him jump. She looked up at him with her good eye absolutely GLOWING (more than it normally did). She looked downright giddy.
“ARE YOU LOOKING UP REANIMATOR?”
Anton tensed. “...yeh-”
“YES!!!”
Oh. He grinned. He pulled the movie up, pressing play and laying back on the couch with his arms on the back. Dadi scooted up next to him, her antannae glowing. ...Cute. ...She was cute. Very cute. The movie went on, but Anton had a hard time focusing on it. He kept looking at...her. Uughhh he felt stupid. Anton found her cute before, at her shows, but up close, in person? How she acted? Was he really doing this.
Also... Why did she help him? Yeah, her reputation was sweet, nice, always made time for fans no matter what. But. Why did she...go out of her way, take him into her home, a complete stranger, a broken and bloody bastard, who got sick in front of her? He sighed, and Dadi paused the movie.
“I've seen you at my shows.”
Whatever he had instead of blood went ice. Cold. His hand clenched the couch cushion. So she knew him... Or has at least seen him before.
“I...always wanted to say hi, actually. But. You left before I could.”
Anton's face fell. As if he was saying 'you dumbass why didn't you stay later you're a fucking idiot' to himself kind of way. Dadi seemed to pick up on that, and she let out a small laugh. He let out a groan, leaning his head back. Wait. Hang on. He lifted his head back up. She wanted to say hi to him? Turning to look at him, his brow was raised.
“W...uh, Why?”
Dadi rubbed the back of her head, looking at her knees.
“I...thought you might be interesting. I wanted to see if- ...Ah shit, I didn't mean to make it awkward, but I also thought you were cute, so I-”
“NOTWKARD.”
Dadi jumped back from his sudden shout, then let out a soft laugh as Anton groaned out in embarrassment, hands on his fsce. That wasn't EVEN A WORD. His heart was beating. Hard. Oh god. Holy fuck. Not a lot made him lose it like that, and out of all times, he had to do it NOW. He sunk into the couch.
“...Sssso I was wanting to see if you wanted to hang out sometime, was what I was going to finish up with, there.”
“YEAH.”
Anton muffled that his hands on his face, leaning into his own lap and groaning. Dadi let out a little giggle and patted his back, trying to pry him out of his position to sit back up. He was pink- Which is impressive for being a speaker- and he gave a weird little smile. He wasn't ever this awkward around anyone he's ever been with, but he's only been with people in a physical sense for the most part.
“It's a date. Anyway. It's real late, and you are NOT walking home in your state right now so you can crash on my couch bed, okay?” She got up and shot him a look before he could even try to protest, her good eye narrowing. The kind of look that said 'you better keep your ass right there or else'. She was much tinier than he was but.. He did want to stay. As she got up and walked off, he looked at the paused screen of the tv with his hands folded. He kept thinking to himself, 'this is nice'.
Anton looked up at her with widened eyes- Still processing that he just got a date with her. After everything that just went down- And nodded, letting her tug the bed part of the couch out and flopping onto it. She came back with a big, fluffy red blanket, letting him wrap it around himself as he still stared at her. She smiled, leaning down to hug his shoulders and pat his arm.
“See you in the morning.”
His eyes shut as he took in the comfort around him; Not just the couch, the blanket, the pillows- But Dadi as well. Kind, caring, funny... And she liked him. He let out a soft sound as he listened to her footsteps down the hall to her room before shutting his eyes and drifting off.
