Good Morning. I am apart of the QSMP Census Bureau, my name is Cucurucho.
[Yaoiverse roleplay blog managed by vindixator]
[Admin only knows English/Tagalog, but will try to provide a Spanish translation]
▶ Things to know about y!Cucurucho:
↪ It uses it/they pronouns, but allow their family to use any. They currently identify as transfem nonbinary, but enjoys being called with more feminine terms!
↪ They go by Cucurucho or Osito Bimbo if not addressed as The Bureau. There is a better alternative.
↪ It is a robot, it enjoys being one.
↪ It is 7 feet tall, but can adjust its height.
↪ They are very mischievous. They will often interact with other posts with jokes.
↪ Maybe it'll be okay. It's not that alone.
↪ The Federation is no longer your enemy. It was mine, but we are better. We will be better for you.
↪ Cucurucho is based on Osito Bimbo, the eccentric version of the bear. Cucurucho has had a slow transition of personality, from serious to eccentric. The Cucurucho based on canon is known as Bureau!
[OLD MODEL REFERENCES: Reference studies: 1/2 // Outfit Compilation]
[NEW MODEL REFERENCES: Official Reference 1/2 // Outfit variation 1/2/3/4/5] [Fake pronoun page]
nonbinary robots are cool and all but imagine a robot designed to be genderless and it sees a girl and is like “wtf girls are cute im a girl now” and the scientists are like u cant do this thing but she is already out the door
Elena is smart, or so she’s made to be. Observant more than anything. Obviously when you are given a test subject you don’t want to release them. Escapes are a rather common tactic of freedom that are easily avoidable if done right.
Yet the scientist and the lab rat sit on the clean heavenly floors of the observation lab. Against better judgement Elena thought it couldn’t hurt to let him out. Of course he won’t cause trouble with a bribe of cheese.
The sight in itself was odd. Elena sat criss-crossed, her lab coat slung on the back of her chair on the other side of the room. The rat sat in front of her, sitting up as tall as it could manage and barely chipping away at Elena’s height.
It would be amusing to Elena if she saw it. Being the one sitting however shes feels much more grim.
“It’s not right. I have to be faulty. Do you not understand that? If I can’t carry out my basic functions that must mean something is wrong.”
Her voice carries in the room, while the voice responding is as silent as a mouse. Or a rat. A loud, obnoxious rat, whom she shushes.
Cucurucho had been spending time isolated lately. It only talked to its family, and yet they're not exactly good listeners for its problems. A child who should be shielded from things she should never concern herself with, and a partner who's too busy dealing with everyone else's problems to even be burdened with more. It doesn't have anybody to talk to but itself with these things.
So when the communicator rings, Cucurucho scrambles to immediately pick it up. But there's a problem with that. It ends almost immediately before it could use its big paw to swipe answer. Darn.
Trying not to look like a needy lover, it sits far from its phone for a few minutes, waiting if the caller will come back. They don't, after five minutes. Fuck it, she's lonely, and needs some talking somewhere.
Elenas ears perk, turning her head in quick motions around the room before realizing- shoot! Her communicator!
She nearly slips scrambling to get up, and again as she slides on the ground to her lab coat. The chair nearly topples to its side the way her paws reach aimlessly into her lab coat pockets. Even then she finds herself unable to grip her communicator by the time she finds it. Before she can press the answer she drops it.
A paw presses against her forehead. Okay, just calm down, take a moment then pick it up-,
All systems freeze when she hears the sound of the communicator being answered.
“Quem são vocês? Sois o governo?” Asked the high pitched voice of Ratackity. Said rat sat in front of her communicator.
She’s quick to snatch her communicator away from the rat, met with an upset ‘hey!’ before properly answering. “Cucurucho! Rucho hi- sorry!”
Finally an answer—a particularly odd one, actually. High-pitched and in Spanish, last Rucho checked Elena only knew French. And Elena knew who it was right? Nevermind all that, there's a conversation to have, not silly thoughts.
"Hello Elena." Cucurucho's smile could almost be heard as they put their communicator inbetween their shoulder and ear. They fumble with about the fourth gifted flower arrangement in their house. "I recieved a missed call earlier, everything alright?"
Their paws gently pluck at the stem of a rose, "Or are you simply just saying hello after so long?"
Right. Elena did try calling Cucurucho earlier. In a fit of back and forth with the rat she let herself be fooled for just a moment that maybe she could tell Rucho everything.
Her paws grip her communicator. That decision wouldn’t be wise now, she thinks. At least it’s always nice to hear Rucho.
“I’m,” she looks in the direction of the code, “I’m alright. Working as always.”
There’s less enthusiasm to it. At least less than what she tries to push. It’s hard to enjoy work anymore when it doubles as a torment.
“I think I just wanted to call you.” From the floor the rat facepalms like she said something wrong. “How have you been?”
"Oh, I um.." Cucurucho looks over at their house. There's potted flowers on display on every surface that they could find in order to look polite. They've been recieving a lot of... gifted affection from their partner per say. It's a lovely gesture, but having a new bouquet and dress every other day is getting rather tiring. They pluck a few more leaves.
"I've been... well, alright as well. Just being a housewife, you know?" Cucurucho strains as they try to word their thoughts right. "I um.. I wish I could see you at the office, haha."
“The office.” Elena repeats as she really takes in the new differences in her and Rucho. She doesn’t give herself much time to delve deeper into the thought, leaving it at she hopes Rucho is happy.
“The office has been really quiet recently. That or I’m spending too much time in one place.” The communicator is moved up closer to her ears and she moves to sit in her chair. She chuckles. “I’m still not very sure of my permissions on leaving the building.”
So she doesn’t. Not something she will say, but she’s a worker at her core.
Cucurucho holds the communicator up closer to its ear. They frown, "Oh I'm sure I could have a talk so you could be able to leave. Most, if not, all workers are able to leave so I assume you would be too."
"I'd love if you came visit me," They nervously chuckle, attempting to move the conversation. Their paws absentmindedly tap the counter. "You can get a bit of fresh air, and we could talk face to face again..."
"I mean I'd come visit you myself, but with a child that makes it harder." Osito laughs.
“I would be happy to Rucho. Without a doubt you know I would.” She spins in the chair to lean against the small desk. “I’m sure I do have the same permissions as everyone else. I just never had much reason to leave.”
That makes it sound like Rucho would give her a reason to leave the office more. Truthfully they would. There isn’t really a lot for Elena to accomplish beyond Federation walls.
“It’s just,” there’s hesitation as she speaks, “there is some specimens I have to keep an eye on. I’m sure they don’t need my constant attention but I don’t know if Bureau thinks the same.” From the base of the chair she receive a disapproving glare from the rat.
Osito sputters, going into squeaks as it composes itself. "I- uh, yes I do! I actually had her for a while, but only recently got her officially adopted to us." It holds its phone closer to itself, looking over to see the daughter in question. Asha's busying herself with building blocks, as far as Rucho could tell, she's trying to make a.. house? It thinks.
"I'm really happy that she's home, I think you'd like her too." Osito doesn't bother hiding the smile in its voice. It shakes its head, circling back to Elena's own work. "For your experiments, don't you think some workers would be able to help you out?"
"I'm sure some of them would love to keep watch for you."
Elena doesn’t have to look away from the desk to know the Code is watching her. She thinks it probably likes hearing the hoops she jumps through just avoid the mention of it.
“I’m sure they would.” Without a doubt at least one of them would. “This one though I think only me and the Bureau really know. A couple other workers do as well.”
Now that it’s the topic of conversation she realizes there’s no reason to have kept the Code a secret like it is. That was mostly Elena’s doing. The Bureau to some degree wouldn’t care who all knew so long as they didn’t tamper with it. Elena was the only one afraid of it.
She shook her head. “I’ll be honest I think I’m making excuses. This one is different, I guess. It’s not worth the trouble, really. I don’t think it’ll require that much attention.”
"Well, considering my fair share of experiments I've seen, I think excercising a lot of caution is fair." Cucurucho turns back to busying herself with the flower arrangement that they'd been finnicking with for the past ten minutes.
"What is this one, anyway? Something the Federation did or?" They chuckle.
Elena isn’t sure how she feels about the nonchalant tone of the discussion. Maybe she’s making a big deal out of nothing? There’s likely equally more dangerous experiments that the Federation has held anyway.
“It lacks an official name other than the code by residents.” Elena looks down at her free paw, then down towards the rat. “Have you heard about it at all Rucho?”
"A code..." Cucurucho thinks for a moment, then shakes its head. "I don't think so, I remember some disturbance on the Island somewhere, but I never saw anything myself..."
They hold the communicator close, moving away from the living room to upstairs. "Dangerous? Are we in any danger?" Cucurucho asks in a hushed tone.
Ah, there it is. Elena let out a humorless laugh and brought her communicator closer. She spoke in as close of a whisper as she could. “I was hoping you’d tell me things would be fine. I’m not much of a hopeful type.”
“There’s been multiple sightings, but not enough to draw concerns. My current assumption is they spread like a parasite to a host. They seem to attack the children of the residents, most incidents involve them. They are easy to spot with a green and black coloration.”
When she looks away from her communicator towards the glass barrier she sees the Code sporting an average worker outfit. “If they let you find them, that is.”
Elena looks back at her communicator, at Ositos name as they call. “How honest would you like me to be, Rucho?”
"I'm not much of a hopeful type either, admittedly." Cucurucho hollowly laughs, as they lock the door of their bedroom. "I just tend to hide it. I- Anyway, that sounds rather concerning... Horrific, even."
Their paw taps against the back of their comm, an absentminded action while their actual mind runs through multiple thoughts and questions about the whole ordeal. Their biggest concern is safety.
"Please, if you'd want to be honest, then go ahead. I'm not one to judge, and I don't call the shots anymore. Just tell me what's bothering you about this."
Elena breathes in, or something that sounds like it, perhaps the closest being some loud vent sound. It passes right through her. “I have worked with a variety of experiments, both Federation made and observational studies. I would like to believe I’m a professional.”
While she speaks she runs a paw through her hair. Maybe it’s her not thinking right, but what would it hurt to tell Rucho. All things considered more of a warning than anything.
“I’m going to lose it. Maybe I need rebooted or something but from the one we have in the Federation alone they are fully aware of everything. It will learn, it will change, it will blend in. I can’t believe I have to say I’m not sure if I’m the scientist here or if I’m the lab rat.”
An offended squeak sounds from the floor. The comparison runs deeper than the code, but Elena won’t admit it. “And I at least know it’s the code. Imagine someone who didn’t.”
Cucurucho hums, frowning at Elena's shares. That's difficult, problems more hard on Elena than Rucho's is to their's. They need to hear her out, not add on to her stress with their own shit. Right.
"I suppose that is hard, but I would imagine you'd have surveillance in the room, no?" They guess, knowing that most of the building is covered in cameras. "Or at least higher security with you in the room. Aren't you worried that something could happen to you?"
“Am I?” She asks out loud. It’s a more loaded question than it should be she realizes. On one hand yes, of course she is, it’s why she’s questioning the Federation more and more. On the other she is putting herself in direction danger in the name of science.
“I’m afraid it’s too late to leave in someone else’s paws. The things it could say could probably get me in trouble anyway. Because of course it can talk.”
"Elena..." Osito frowns. "I don't want this to only be on your shoulders. You don't deserve to do this on your own."
They open their mouth, then closes it. Their paw brushes one of the framed photos on their coffee table. It's them and their family. Osito sighs, at a soft realization.
“I don’t know who could help.” Elena holds her communicator in one paw as she leans to lay her head on her other arm. “I think I’m afraid to be caught thinking the way I am. And it knows, the Code I mean, and it’s stupid. What if it tells someone? I don’t want to be shut down, decommissioned, or or..”
There’s a muffled laugh, sounding from her systems where it should be muffled by fur. “I don’t want to die. It’s stupid, considering I can’t, but it’s been ruling my work recently. It’s spurred a lot more things than I would like to admit.”
Cucurucho lowers its eyes, holding its comm as if she was in room with it at this moment. "Oh honey," It unintentionally whispers. "It's not stupid. I'd be terrified the same if I were in your paws as well. I don't- I think-" It pauses to think over its words. It needs to tread carefully, it doesn't want to worry Elena any more or say advice that could actually kill her. It shuts its eyes fully.
"I don't believe the Code would be able to tell anybody anything, it's in containment, isn't it? Plus if it does, who would believe it?" Rucho says, "As much.. as it could turn into or talk about you, I think anybody in our staff would look to you first. They trust you, Elena. You're one of our top workers.. You're important, too much to lose or to overwork."
"If I- If I can, let me help." It offers. Rucho can just ask, right, its partner, its workers, around the office. It'll go in if it has to. "..Anything, as much as I can. Even rare talks like these, I just.. I don't want you dealing all of this by yourself."
The response settled into her systems and she let her head lay still for a few seconds. Responses spun in her head. Finally she let out a robotic hum.
“You’re kind, Rucho. I appreciate it.” Elena moves to sit herself back up. “I could try calling more often, but I don’t want to take you from your family. I can try, though.”
She looks off to the floor beside her chair. “Besides, I’m not entirely alone. There’s.. well, I’m not alone.”
"A little break from them would be nice, if I'm honest." Rucho exhales, admitting more than they'd like. If anything, they need that break. Not that spending time is horrible or any of the sort, quite the opposite in fact, but being able to actually leave the house is something that they'd selfishly want.
But it's not about them, it's about Elena.
Osito hums, shuffling on their bed to get comfortable. "Why don't we keep talking then? Just for old times' sake. I could relay to you my own problems, although they're mostly household mishaps." They decide with a fond sigh. "Just to temporarily help you get this off your mind."
Robot girl who’s defective. She was built for a Function, but despite her best efforts she just can’t fulfill it.
She has a community now. It’s hard, but she’s learning, just maybe, she doesn’t have to have a Function to be worth keeping around. She doesn’t deserve the scrapyard.
