@sunnysidesunflower liked for a starter!
Arthur was out in the junkyard behind the shop, digging around for anything he could hope to busy himself with. Or maybe something he could use to upgrade himself! Lance had been hellbent on insisting that they not use scrap for Arthur’s body, but the mechanic really saw no harm in it. Parts were parts, if you knew how to make them tick right. Besides, there’d never be enough money in the whole world to buy brand new shiny parts for every single thing he’d done to his new body. Lance just didn’t need to know about some of the modifications he’s made after getting up and running so that he could work on himself alone.
He kicks a piece of metal to the side when something catches his eye, bright but familiar colors. Is that his van?! No, no, there’s no possible way! Lance has been keeping his van out back since he died... he sneaks closer to get a bit of a better look as it pulled into the shop. He looks through the windshield and— oh. Oh you’ve GOT to be kidding! Him??? Himself? Arthur Kingsmen??? How the hell was this even possible? But there’s something else that smacks him like a brick to the face. Oh god, did anyone see him? Looking left and right Arthur makes a dash to the van, just as the other starts to get out.
“Hey!” It’s hushed, a whisper shout as he jitters nervously. “Who are you? What are you doing here?? Did... d-.. n-nobody saw you, right??” Was this some supernatural thing? A mimic or doppelgänger or something? Maybe it was a dream, too, but he’s not willing to take that risk! Not when another him roaming around could possibly hurt those he’d lost. Those that he loved so dearly.
