THE WORLD IS MY CANVAS.

IM PASCAL. I DO ART

[virtuoso-spybot]

PASCAL, THE ONE AND ONLY.

ASAS THE TITLE SUGGESTS, I GO BY PASCAL. I'M A SPYBOT ARTIST THAT SPECIALIZES IN GRAFFITI AND GENERALLY ANYTHING THATTHAT USES SPRAY PAINT. PLEASE DON'T POINT OUT MY STUTTER.

I DON'T HAVE A SET HOME, I JUST KINDA GO WHEREVER. ESPECIALLY AT NIGHT.

I KNOW A FEW GUYS.

SYLVESTER @physically-synthetic-engibot - FRIENDBOT... GUY... THING... <3

SPYBOTS @emotionally-anxious-spybots - BEST FRIENDSFRIENDS!! EXCEPT SISYPHUS. FUCK YOU SISYPHUS.

SAMMY @mentally-feral-sniperbot - BEST STUDENT I COULD ASKASK FOR, EVEN IF HE STRUGGLES TO PAY ATTENTION SOMETIMES.

ESMÉ @mentally-joyful-demobot - LESBOT.

BOXSPY @emotionally-boxedin-spy - DEAR GOD HELP ME.

everything past 'keep reading' is ooc!

Pascal is a spybot around the mental age of 16 with a troubled past he has yet to disclose to anyone. He feels a deep sense of anxiety when stepping into a workshop, unless its the one Sylvester lives in.

Pascal goes by he/him by default, but doesn't mind being called anything else. If you were to ask him what his gender is, he'd reply with "EVERYTHING AT THE SAME TIME."

#rainbow paint splatter - talking tag

#requests? critiques? - ask tag

#stuff i found - reblog tag

#dedicated to pascal - things made for pascal

#collaborative work - reblog chains/rps

thank you magicalboything for the dividers!!

[virtuoso-spybot]

be careful, boy

you arent legally a person, so the cops can do whatever they want to you - shoot you, dismantle you, melt you down into scrap, take you and make you their servant, anything.

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW THAT.

[virtuoso-spybot]

NAME CHANGE!!

mentally-vivid-spybot -> virtuoso-spybot

[pinniped-medibots]

IMPORTANT !!

on this blog and other blogs i run, i will be changing the blog names outside of the xyz mercs format

this doesnt mean im leaving the community!! i'll still be interacting with xyz merc blogs, dont worry!!

the main reason im doing this is to expand my horizons a bit, and make an opening for more rp opportunities outside of just the xyz mercs community

thank you guys for all the support for these funny mvm robots <3

[virtuoso-spybot]

you good??

YEAH. IM GOOD. JUSTJUST TOOK A 30 HOUR LONG NAP

[virtuoso-spybot]

[hands pascal a bot-freindly bonk]

drink this instead, its tasty and wont gum up your internals

ALRIGHT, YEAH, SURE.

[ …He chugs the whole thing in one go. Then immediately runs into a wall and falls face-first onto the sidewalk. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

WISH I COULD OPEN MYMY MOUTH SO I CAN GNAW ON MY FRIENDBOT.

I THINK THATS A WEIRD THING TOTO SAY.

I DONT CARE.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ sylvester grumbles quietly as their eyes hang from their wires, themself sitting by a dispenser. it doesn't seem very painful to them, despite it looking gruesome. ]

[ with a small tool, they very carefully pull out the lights that make their eyes light up, and replace them with different, similar ones. ]

[ after everything is finished, they carefully screw their goggles back in and sigh with relief. the eyes come back on, flickering if but for a moment. ]

[ they blink, and they change color - first red and orange, and then green and cyan. then again back to their usual blue and purple. ]

[ upgrade successful. ]

[magicalboything]

neon divider dump for funsies !!,,

ive been super into the neon stuff,,, scenecore,, etc,, so here we go!!

for those who have requested things in my inbox; i will be getting to them soon! my phone broke randomly on the 8th, however i got a replacement from a friend a few days ago and am finally getting around to setting it up requests should be fulfilled within the next week or so! thank you for your patience everyone,, sorry for so many dilemmas and bad posting schedules !!,,, this should be queued for the morning while im out btw!

[virtuoso-spybot]

I dare you to drink every color.

ALRIGHT. BET.

[ He pops off one of the caps of his spray cans. oh god someone stop him ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

hoptal

[virtuoso-spybot]

I dare you to drink every color.

ALRIGHT. BET.

[ He pops off one of the caps of his spray cans. oh god someone stop him ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ for as long as they had been alive, sylvester had been followed by the comforting urge to tinker. to build. repair and repurpose. ever since the quick and kind v rescued him from the arms of peril, and they found their way into their human counterpart's workshop, they wore their model and inspiration as a badge of honor. flaunting their superhearing, boasting their hydraulics, showing off their internet access. sylvester was the bot with it all. ]

[ then, they found purpose. passion. music was their middle name, quite literally, and it flowed through their circuits and wires like blood flows in veins. their world stopped revolving around their purpose. they no longer wanted to be the smartest bot in the room, no, they wanted to be the fieriest. ]

[ then hobbies. then friends. then love. and slowly but surely sylvester all but abandoned his roots. ]

[ but the urges - innocently parasitic - remained. defiant, dependent, you need me sylvester. i'm what you were built for. ]

[ they sat beside an unconscious pascal and ignored. and ignored. and detached. and abandoned. until they couldn't repress the bubbling feeling surging up through their voicebox like coolant - ]

T TH H ERE'S A S SPY CRE EE EEPIN' AROU UND HERE !! !

[ they close their jaw shut. no. no no no. not this again. not again. ]

[ yet another painful reminder. and it clearly did not plan on leaving any time soon. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal woke with a start at the sound of the basic engineer voiceline emanating from Sylvester's voicebox. Upon realizing that it was just them, he began to think of something, still laid down and pretending to be asleep. ]

[ ...Idea. ]

[ Pascal had never tried this before, but figured it should be easy, right? Other robots do it all the time, after all. ]

[ His eye lights shut back off as he began sifting through his files, which was... certainly an experience. It felt impossible to describe- like it was on the very barrier of being in 2D and 3D. ]

[ Cmon, where is it... There. ]

[ Quietly, Pascal got up and off the ground, standing upright with one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Sylvester. ]

THE ENGINEER IS A SPY.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ sylvester, with their hands over their mouth still, startled back and cowered away from pascal ever so slightly. what was happening? why were these files suddenly showing back up? were they being unzipped? unrepressed? ]

[ were they both losing sapience? ]

[ it took them a moment of staring at cal's silly stance and overly-accusatory demeanor until they brought themself back into reality. the grass on their hull... dirt coating their internals in a light, breezy way. like feeling moist on a spring morning, something like that. like a car after driving down a dirt road. ]

[ their jaw tightened against their face and they couldn't entirely stifle a giggle in time. ]

TH A AT SP Y 'S NOT O N OU R S I IDE!

[ he chirped in response, pointing his finger back. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

I THINK NOT.

[ Pascal thought that basic French voice sounded absolutely stupid on him, and quite frankly it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. Still, he kept his stance, still pointing at Sylvester. ]

[ He wondered how long they could both keep up this game for until one of them lost their composure. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ oh, you're on, fruitbat. ]

HEC KK YE S! !

[ as long as these voicelines were accessible, they'd do everything they could to get that toothy grin to show ]

HE E Y BOY S, IT 'S A -- SS ENT RY --

[ they quickly jumped to their feet and performed a robotic-looking version of the laugh taunt ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal covered his mouth before looking away for a second. Dont laugh. Dont laugh. Dont- ]

*SNORT*

[ Damnit. Why was that even in his files?? ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ the recorded laughter slowly shifted into sylvester's own, adoration overtaking programming like second instinct. ]

THHAT WWAS AADORABLE

[virtuoso-spybot]

NO!! NONO IT WASNSN’T!!

[ The stutter of his voicebox got worse as Pascal became increasingly flustered as time went on. ]

IM NOTNOT CUTE!! I WRECK THINGS!! I BEAT CARS WITHWITH A SPIKY BAT!!! HOWHOW IS THAT CUCUTETE???

[ Despite how embarrassed he was, in Pascal’s mind, it was all worth it to see Sylvester so happy. ]

[ Still isn’t gonna stop him from trying to defend his pride. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

EHHEHE, CCUZ, CAL. WWHAT, YYOU DDON'T THHINK II LLIKE YYOUR CCRAZY TTOO?

II'M NNO SSHORTSIDE OOF NNUTS MMYSELF YY'KNOW

[ they headbonk him very gently..... he lovbe his friendboy ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ He was going to keep arguing, but the headbonk shut him right up. It always seemed that he instantly implodes whenever shown the slightest bit of affection. ]

...I GUESS.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ for as long as they had been alive, sylvester had been followed by the comforting urge to tinker. to build. repair and repurpose. ever since the quick and kind v rescued him from the arms of peril, and they found their way into their human counterpart's workshop, they wore their model and inspiration as a badge of honor. flaunting their superhearing, boasting their hydraulics, showing off their internet access. sylvester was the bot with it all. ]

[ then, they found purpose. passion. music was their middle name, quite literally, and it flowed through their circuits and wires like blood flows in veins. their world stopped revolving around their purpose. they no longer wanted to be the smartest bot in the room, no, they wanted to be the fieriest. ]

[ then hobbies. then friends. then love. and slowly but surely sylvester all but abandoned his roots. ]

[ but the urges - innocently parasitic - remained. defiant, dependent, you need me sylvester. i'm what you were built for. ]

[ they sat beside an unconscious pascal and ignored. and ignored. and detached. and abandoned. until they couldn't repress the bubbling feeling surging up through their voicebox like coolant - ]

T TH H ERE'S A S SPY CRE EE EEPIN' AROU UND HERE !! !

[ they close their jaw shut. no. no no no. not this again. not again. ]

[ yet another painful reminder. and it clearly did not plan on leaving any time soon. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal woke with a start at the sound of the basic engineer voiceline emanating from Sylvester's voicebox. Upon realizing that it was just them, he began to think of something, still laid down and pretending to be asleep. ]

[ ...Idea. ]

[ Pascal had never tried this before, but figured it should be easy, right? Other robots do it all the time, after all. ]

[ His eye lights shut back off as he began sifting through his files, which was... certainly an experience. It felt impossible to describe- like it was on the very barrier of being in 2D and 3D. ]

[ Cmon, where is it... There. ]

[ Quietly, Pascal got up and off the ground, standing upright with one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Sylvester. ]

THE ENGINEER IS A SPY.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ sylvester, with their hands over their mouth still, startled back and cowered away from pascal ever so slightly. what was happening? why were these files suddenly showing back up? were they being unzipped? unrepressed? ]

[ were they both losing sapience? ]

[ it took them a moment of staring at cal's silly stance and overly-accusatory demeanor until they brought themself back into reality. the grass on their hull... dirt coating their internals in a light, breezy way. like feeling moist on a spring morning, something like that. like a car after driving down a dirt road. ]

[ their jaw tightened against their face and they couldn't entirely stifle a giggle in time. ]

TH A AT SP Y 'S NOT O N OU R S I IDE!

[ he chirped in response, pointing his finger back. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

I THINK NOT.

[ Pascal thought that basic French voice sounded absolutely stupid on him, and quite frankly it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. Still, he kept his stance, still pointing at Sylvester. ]

[ He wondered how long they could both keep up this game for until one of them lost their composure. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ oh, you're on, fruitbat. ]

HEC KK YE S! !

[ as long as these voicelines were accessible, they'd do everything they could to get that toothy grin to show ]

HE E Y BOY S, IT 'S A -- SS ENT RY --

[ they quickly jumped to their feet and performed a robotic-looking version of the laugh taunt ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal covered his mouth before looking away for a second. Dont laugh. Dont laugh. Dont- ]

*SNORT*

[ Damnit. Why was that even in his files?? ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ the recorded laughter slowly shifted into sylvester's own, adoration overtaking programming like second instinct. ]

THHAT WWAS AADORABLE

[virtuoso-spybot]

NO!! NONO IT WASNSN’T!!

[ The stutter of his voicebox got worse as Pascal became increasingly flustered as time went on. ]

IM NOTNOT CUTE!! I WRECK THINGS!! I BEAT CARS WITHWITH A SPIKY BAT!!! HOWHOW IS THAT CUCUTETE???

[ Despite how embarrassed he was, in Pascal’s mind, it was all worth it to see Sylvester so happy. ]

[ Still isn’t gonna stop him from trying to defend his pride. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ for as long as they had been alive, sylvester had been followed by the comforting urge to tinker. to build. repair and repurpose. ever since the quick and kind v rescued him from the arms of peril, and they found their way into their human counterpart's workshop, they wore their model and inspiration as a badge of honor. flaunting their superhearing, boasting their hydraulics, showing off their internet access. sylvester was the bot with it all. ]

[ then, they found purpose. passion. music was their middle name, quite literally, and it flowed through their circuits and wires like blood flows in veins. their world stopped revolving around their purpose. they no longer wanted to be the smartest bot in the room, no, they wanted to be the fieriest. ]

[ then hobbies. then friends. then love. and slowly but surely sylvester all but abandoned his roots. ]

[ but the urges - innocently parasitic - remained. defiant, dependent, you need me sylvester. i'm what you were built for. ]

[ they sat beside an unconscious pascal and ignored. and ignored. and detached. and abandoned. until they couldn't repress the bubbling feeling surging up through their voicebox like coolant - ]

T TH H ERE'S A S SPY CRE EE EEPIN' AROU UND HERE !! !

[ they close their jaw shut. no. no no no. not this again. not again. ]

[ yet another painful reminder. and it clearly did not plan on leaving any time soon. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal woke with a start at the sound of the basic engineer voiceline emanating from Sylvester's voicebox. Upon realizing that it was just them, he began to think of something, still laid down and pretending to be asleep. ]

[ ...Idea. ]

[ Pascal had never tried this before, but figured it should be easy, right? Other robots do it all the time, after all. ]

[ His eye lights shut back off as he began sifting through his files, which was... certainly an experience. It felt impossible to describe- like it was on the very barrier of being in 2D and 3D. ]

[ Cmon, where is it... There. ]

[ Quietly, Pascal got up and off the ground, standing upright with one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Sylvester. ]

THE ENGINEER IS A SPY.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ sylvester, with their hands over their mouth still, startled back and cowered away from pascal ever so slightly. what was happening? why were these files suddenly showing back up? were they being unzipped? unrepressed? ]

[ were they both losing sapience? ]

[ it took them a moment of staring at cal's silly stance and overly-accusatory demeanor until they brought themself back into reality. the grass on their hull... dirt coating their internals in a light, breezy way. like feeling moist on a spring morning, something like that. like a car after driving down a dirt road. ]

[ their jaw tightened against their face and they couldn't entirely stifle a giggle in time. ]

TH A AT SP Y 'S NOT O N OU R S I IDE!

[ he chirped in response, pointing his finger back. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

I THINK NOT.

[ Pascal thought that basic French voice sounded absolutely stupid on him, and quite frankly it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. Still, he kept his stance, still pointing at Sylvester. ]

[ He wondered how long they could both keep up this game for until one of them lost their composure. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ oh, you're on, fruitbat. ]

HEC KK YE S! !

[ as long as these voicelines were accessible, they'd do everything they could to get that toothy grin to show ]

HE E Y BOY S, IT 'S A -- SS ENT RY --

[ they quickly jumped to their feet and performed a robotic-looking version of the laugh taunt ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal covered his mouth before looking away for a second. Dont laugh. Dont laugh. Dont- ]

*SNORT*

[ Damnit. Why was that even in his files?? ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ for as long as they had been alive, sylvester had been followed by the comforting urge to tinker. to build. repair and repurpose. ever since the quick and kind v rescued him from the arms of peril, and they found their way into their human counterpart's workshop, they wore their model and inspiration as a badge of honor. flaunting their superhearing, boasting their hydraulics, showing off their internet access. sylvester was the bot with it all. ]

[ then, they found purpose. passion. music was their middle name, quite literally, and it flowed through their circuits and wires like blood flows in veins. their world stopped revolving around their purpose. they no longer wanted to be the smartest bot in the room, no, they wanted to be the fieriest. ]

[ then hobbies. then friends. then love. and slowly but surely sylvester all but abandoned his roots. ]

[ but the urges - innocently parasitic - remained. defiant, dependent, you need me sylvester. i'm what you were built for. ]

[ they sat beside an unconscious pascal and ignored. and ignored. and detached. and abandoned. until they couldn't repress the bubbling feeling surging up through their voicebox like coolant - ]

T TH H ERE'S A S SPY CRE EE EEPIN' AROU UND HERE !! !

[ they close their jaw shut. no. no no no. not this again. not again. ]

[ yet another painful reminder. and it clearly did not plan on leaving any time soon. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal woke with a start at the sound of the basic engineer voiceline emanating from Sylvester's voicebox. Upon realizing that it was just them, he began to think of something, still laid down and pretending to be asleep. ]

[ ...Idea. ]

[ Pascal had never tried this before, but figured it should be easy, right? Other robots do it all the time, after all. ]

[ His eye lights shut back off as he began sifting through his files, which was... certainly an experience. It felt impossible to describe- like it was on the very barrier of being in 2D and 3D. ]

[ Cmon, where is it... There. ]

[ Quietly, Pascal got up and off the ground, standing upright with one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Sylvester. ]

THE ENGINEER IS A SPY.

[chiptune-maestro]

[ sylvester, with their hands over their mouth still, startled back and cowered away from pascal ever so slightly. what was happening? why were these files suddenly showing back up? were they being unzipped? unrepressed? ]

[ were they both losing sapience? ]

[ it took them a moment of staring at cal's silly stance and overly-accusatory demeanor until they brought themself back into reality. the grass on their hull... dirt coating their internals in a light, breezy way. like feeling moist on a spring morning, something like that. like a car after driving down a dirt road. ]

[ their jaw tightened against their face and they couldn't entirely stifle a giggle in time. ]

TH A AT SP Y 'S NOT O N OU R S I IDE!

[ he chirped in response, pointing his finger back. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

I THINK NOT.

[ Pascal thought that basic French voice sounded absolutely stupid on him, and quite frankly it only made it harder for him to keep his composure. Still, he kept his stance, still pointing at Sylvester. ]

[ He wondered how long they could both keep up this game for until one of them lost their composure. ]

[chiptune-maestro]

[ for as long as they had been alive, sylvester had been followed by the comforting urge to tinker. to build. repair and repurpose. ever since the quick and kind v rescued him from the arms of peril, and they found their way into their human counterpart's workshop, they wore their model and inspiration as a badge of honor. flaunting their superhearing, boasting their hydraulics, showing off their internet access. sylvester was the bot with it all. ]

[ then, they found purpose. passion. music was their middle name, quite literally, and it flowed through their circuits and wires like blood flows in veins. their world stopped revolving around their purpose. they no longer wanted to be the smartest bot in the room, no, they wanted to be the fieriest. ]

[ then hobbies. then friends. then love. and slowly but surely sylvester all but abandoned his roots. ]

[ but the urges - innocently parasitic - remained. defiant, dependent, you need me sylvester. i'm what you were built for. ]

[ they sat beside an unconscious pascal and ignored. and ignored. and detached. and abandoned. until they couldn't repress the bubbling feeling surging up through their voicebox like coolant - ]

T TH H ERE'S A S SPY CRE EE EEPIN' AROU UND HERE !! !

[ they close their jaw shut. no. no no no. not this again. not again. ]

[ yet another painful reminder. and it clearly did not plan on leaving any time soon. ]

[virtuoso-spybot]

[ Pascal woke with a start at the sound of the basic engineer voiceline emanating from Sylvester's voicebox. Upon realizing that it was just them, he began to think of something, still laid down and pretending to be asleep. ]

[ ...Idea. ]

[ Pascal had never tried this before, but figured it should be easy, right? Other robots do it all the time, after all. ]

[ His eye lights shut back off as he began sifting through his files, which was... certainly an experience. It felt impossible to describe- like it was on the very barrier of being in 2D and 3D. ]

[ Cmon, where is it... There. ]

[ Quietly, Pascal got up and off the ground, standing upright with one hand on his hip, the other pointed at Sylvester. ]

THE ENGINEER IS A SPY.

[virtuoso-spybot]

Drinkydrink?

DRINKYDRINK.