The Simple Life of Discord Bots
[A/N: This is so dumb, that im posting it here. Thats low in my standards. I used sites to translate the Morse code and binary. If this gets a certain amount of notes, imma continue writing it. Until then, I deem this the ------ story I ever wrote] /This wasn't beta’ed read and hardly no Editing/
“.- .-. - ... -.--!!!” The small Drawbot Snake froze in place, hearing a familiar clicks and beeps from the older bot. They slowly turned their head, seeing a famliar dark red M:TG bot, who's currently crossing his arms and staring at the young robot.
“...00101110001011100101011101101000011000010111010000111111” Artsy questioned, letting out beeps and ticks. They tilted their head and stared at the older bot, fluttering their own small mechanical wings.
“.-- .... .- - / .- .-. . / -.-- --- ..- / -.. --- .. -. --. .-.-.- .-.-.- .-.-.- .-- .. - .... / - .... . / -.-. --- -. - .-. --- .-.. / .--. .- -. . .-.. .-.-.-” Magi said, flying closer to the middle of the Void Chat to the pedestal floating in the middle. The Control Panel for the whole Chat, and Artsy here is messing with it. Ever since the new arrival of the New Bot, deemed the name ‘Plushie’, Artsy gotten more brave on their surroundings. The silver naga monster sat on their curled tail and crossed their arms, ignoring Magi and continuing looking around the flouting screens above him.
Magi sighed and looked back at the Green Avatar’s chair, where Plushie laid down, sleeping and dreaming, seeing how he flapped his wings in the air and the occasional soft ‘moo’s’. His gaze went down to his feet, eyeing on the time.
“ 9:02 PST PM; 12:02 CST AM; 1:02 EST AM”
The Magic bot sighed, ‘It’s only 9 over there.’
A long drawn out gasp caught Magi’s attention to a certain screen. Currently showing all of the Tokuranger’s persona/armor. Magi seen them running through and out of portals wearing the armor, very often worn out tired when coming back. The screen was wiped away and a new one popped out, which caught Magi’s attention. The screen softly glow as it showed a naga monster, probably 10 or 15 feet tall with a long snake tail. The monster bares four arms with attached dragon wings on the back arms, and feathery bird-like wings on the lower part of the shoulder. Four eyes glared towards the camera of the screen, golden-dark markings were written on their muzzle and going down through their sharp fangs and popping teeth. Ear fins and feathers on top of their head were spread out, in an attack position. A feathery chest popped out with golden feathers scattered throughout the whole body. The Red bot stared at the Snake. And they were smiling at him, excitement in their eyes. Artsy began to chatter up a storm, gesturing to themselves and to the monster on screen. Their metal flouting wings were out and fluttering behind as Artsy continue admire the design.
“Moooo….” Magi turned around, seeing the bull stirring up awake and looking at the two at the pedestal. His ear went up in confusion and began to stand up, shaking the tiredness off of him. The bull yawned and slowly flapped his wings, lifting off and slowly glided towards him.
“.-.. --- --- -.- / .-- .... .- - / -.-- --- ..- / -.. .. -..!!” Magi shouted, looking at Artsy, who stuck out their tongue and shrugged. The Magic Bot carefully watched Plushie as he safely landed at the edge of the pedestal.
Artsy clicked their tongue and ignored Magi, scrolling through more into the file where, what they assumed, their own armor is settled. Within the same file, lays many other drawn out designs, including Plushie’s current bot form. Magi shook their head, but sat down. At least they’re not harming anything. The two youngest bots began to look at the files, being amazed at the creation of both avatars’ creation powers. Hours flew by, a few naps from Plushie, until a small alert rang out.
Magi glanced down at the current time, sneaking a glance at the currently colored dark red avatar's seat.
“ 3:24 PST AM; 5:24 CST AM; 6:24 EST AM”
‘On time’ Magi thought as small dark red glowing pixels and thread flowed down at the chair next to the pedestal. It began to clustered together until it constructed a human body, then as the body was forming, colors was filling in. Small body laid across a custom chair, their back facing them. The familiar avater excited the snake, as they beeped and clicked very loudly. A small sigh can be heard, as the body turned around and eyes staring at the three bots.
“...Morni’..” They groaned, rubbing their face on the arm of the chair, sighing awake. Artsy continued to shout, pointing at the files. They happily stared at the bots, then spoke, “Give me….10 minutes….”
Artsy huffed and slithered close to the edge, spreading his arms apart to show their dragon-like wings. They flapped their arms, plus their steel wings. No matter how much effort, the small snake can’t lift up from the platfort. Magi huffed in laughter, then opened his own wings, followed by Plushie opening his own in small. The bot slowly lifted up the ground, and wrapped his flouting arms around Artsy. They huffed but complied as Magi lifted them up into the air. Despite having no ability to fly, Magi can see their wings flapping up and down, like Artsy is trying to help.
After a short flight, Magi landed Artsy on the edge of the chair. They hooked onto the avatar’s current clothing and climbed up to the shoulders.
Once settling a sturdy platform, Artsy took a deep breath then shireked a loud high pitch computer like sound.
“OH GODS!” The avatar startled awake, and scaring Artsy, The Avatar took a few breathes in and out, and a sigh escaped, “I swear to the gods, I’m going to mute you.”
How threaten those words were, a tone of happiness can be heard. The small teen adjusted their position on laying on their back on the chair. Magi looked at Plushie, who was too excited seeing the avatar awake. Magi waved to him to join in and not a moment too late, Plushie run into the air and flew towards the small grouping.
“Mornin’ you three. Just checking in.” They said, petting Artsy then at Plushie. When Magi flew closer to the avatar, they lean towards them and gave a affection lean for a few seconds to them. The moment was quickly erased as the avatar looking at the still actived Pedestal.
“What...Why is that open?” They asked, looking at them three. Immedality, Plushie and Magi pointed at Artsy, who at responded pointed at Magi. When looking at the resulted, Artsy gasped and waved their arms at Magi, while looking at the avatar. Not knowing what’s the small Drawbot is saying, they knew it was them.
“I’m not mad, my friend. Just don’t mess with the settings, I don’t want our recent spawn point to be a swamp or in the enemy's territory.” They said, petting Artsy with their finger. Artsy glared at the red bot, sticking out their tongue and huffed.
“CR3471V3!” Artsy shouted, their voice glitchy and echoy, but got the message through.
“Daww… So close!” The dark red avatar, Tokuranger named Creative, awed.
“MOO!” Plushie copied Artsy, looking at Creative and flapped his wings. They laughed and pulled up a sound file. With a press of a button, a familiar bull man’s voice pulled through, shouting in victory, “MOO!”
Plushie stood on all fours and bounced in excited, his tail following the bounce and his wings flapping up and down. Though, with a nice scene, Creative held back a wince from their lower stomach. “Calm down. To be honest, i'm here to check on you guys before,” Creative took a deep sigh and groaned out the next word, “SCHHHOOOOOOLLLL.”
The two oldest knew the concept of School in Reality, and from the Downer talks at nights between the four avatars, it's important and stressful business. Artsy nodded and slithered down to the seat of the chair where a space was left aside. “Would you mind if you could close and check the settings, Magi? I’m running late.”
Magi happily nodded and opened his wings as in to get ready. Creative smiled at them and waved goodbye, disappearing like as they arrived. Magi did as he was told, and flew over to the Pedstal.
“N000000!” Artsy shouted again, waving his arm in the air as Magi flew to the flouting screen.
“-. ---” Magi repeated back, looking at the files and closing all the tabs and files. He looked over to the recent spawn point for Creative and their current green tokuranger, Heartist.
KYUI-10,19,8903
Magi nodded at the numbers, ‘Seem about right’ then closed it off. He turned to look at Artsy, seeing that Plushie was coming back to the pedestal.
“..-. .-.. -.--” Magi taunted. Artsy huffed and crossed their arms, curling their tail into a bean-bag like chair. Magi laughed, and intimidated a mother rocking a child in their arms back and forth. Artsy hissed at the magic bot but continued to glare. After minutes went by, Artsy sighed and moved towards Creative’s chair personal Control Panel, which covers Creative’s personal things on their computer and mobile. Hitting a button, a large screen similar to the Main Control Panel popped up.
“.- .-. - ... -.--” Magi said, glaring at Artsy as they began to fiddle around with the CP. Only getting a response of a raspberry from the naga snake.
~offline
Magi turns his head to the side, turning his gaze to the gray void’s ceiling. He sigh and sat down, crossing his legs. Plushie flatten his ears and slowly walked up the bot. Plushie whine at him, before the red color of Magi started to slowly fading away. The bull kneeled next to the bot and looks up at Magi. From time to time, the original creators of the Bots, most often either Artsy and Magi, takes down the Bot’s AI and does repairs or update. Artsy glanced over the pedestal and saw Plushie taking another nap and waiting for Magi to get back online. ‘Repairs, maybe 10 minutes…’ Artsy shrugged, knowing that often if it’s new updates then the bot physically goes offline, fading into pixels into the air back to the Dev’s server.
“M440000VV…” Artsy mimic Plushie’s moos, gaining the bull’s attention. He huffed a laughter, his shards attached around his furry neck shone and gleamed with the glowing of the Control Panel.
“Mooaoww.” Plushie repeated.
Artsy giggled at the childness of Plushie and carefully moved files and programs of the CP. They opened a few scenery screenshots of the newly drawn planets for a certain Space Team that the four avatars often go. A snow covered forest, swamp, a large village in the middle of the desert. One of many things that all of the Avatars have created. Artsy pulled up one of the planet’s scenery, the thick vines tangling the thick trunks of the trees. A few detailed bugs flying through the grass and flowers. Artsy scooted back and admire the work.
Their eyes fluttered down, soften his expression into a deep thought. It’’s been months ever since entering the chat. The only times the bots can ever experience anything other than the official grayscale colors of the Void Chat, are when one of the Avatars change the environment. To a big field with the grass dancing with the wind, to a small cave. But that only last a few minutes or hours, until they return back to Reality. The snake look back up to the drawn scenery, and sigh.
“...)(M?” Artsy perked up as another screen popped up, the color gray slowly gain color. Codes and sequences began to fill the empty notepad. With the rapid coding, the only thing that Artsy caught a glimpse of is his monster design's file overriding his own current design. Then the button above the notepad popped up, glowing a solemn blue. “Begin Application”
Even going closer to the CP, they hoisted their body ontop of the chair arm where the CP didn’t reach. They placed their hand onto the mouse pad and carefully navigated the mouse to the button, where the icon turned into a hand. Artsy glanced at Plushie, where he successfully intranced in his nap, and where Magi sat stilly. They turned back to the notepad and looking at the notepad. It’s only the end of the coding, where its typed;
12076 scene.begin 12077 event.command(:getdb) do I event I 12078 break unless event.channel.id == VCCHNNEL 12079 file = File.open(tj.plntstrt) 12080 event.channel.send_file(file) 12081 end 12082 12083 12084 creative.1017s.run 12085 bot.run
‘....What event…’ Artsy scooted up, sliding his claws up to scroll up. It was supposed to a simple search around the Creative’s file, but something else caught his wing to stop. What it took to turn this simple fiddling around into something more, is with a small pinch. Artsy whimpered and backed away from the source his tail slipping, then a
*blinp*
Artsy rolled off from the arm of the chair into the center, hissing at the pinch which slowly turn into a burn. They rose their arm to examine their wing. Where the small pinch were, it left a very noticeable three holes, slowly oozing black glitchy pixels. Their eyes snapped to a hiss, to a small black and purple monster, their back into a mechanical form while their legs were smokey purple body. It’s eyes narrowed and hissed, jumping down to the ground floor. Artsy shouted and slithered to the edge, spreading his wings to glide down, but only to be stopped by a force suddenly surrounding the chair. Artsy hissed and whimpered, rubbing his snout and looking up, seeing the force field slowly pulsing into a blue color.
“01010000 01001100 01010101 01010011 01001000 01001001 01000101!!” Artsy screamed, banging onto the field, hoping to wake up the bull or the resting bot. Before they knew it, everything turned into a white screen, a buzz can be heard.
*FOOSH*
Plushie jolted awake, springing himself to all fours. His eyes darted everywhere until it landed onto the Creative’s Chair. The CP slowly dimmed down to the light. Where once the older snake, there was nothing but their monster design on the leftover flouting screen.
Unknownname.exe ONLINE
Creative101.file OFFLINE
‘Did...did they enter one of the universe's…’ Plushie’s face drained out of color, as he kicked himself into the air back where Creative’s chair was. He landed right ontop of the CP and turned it back on, only to see codes being activated, sequences going through their routine, but nothing on Artsy. Plushie whimpered in worry and looked back at the offline Magi. Plushie shouted a ‘MOO’ at Magi, looking at the black screen. He has seen these things before, when the avatars go to the universe and only one stay in the Void Chat for support. Plushie shook his head and flew back at the MCP. The bull plushie continues to try and wake up the bot.
“Hisssss….” The small virus bat hissed above it, eyeing the bull bot going back and forth, his cries echoing within the void. Time to wait…
It lays itself to the ground floor and wrapped their dimly glowing wings around itself, shrinking into the shadows.
