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The silver robot managed to put aside his mild discomfort fairly quickly. The condition of the different components weren’t in pristine condition anyway. It could probably withstand the poking around 2D was constantly doing. When he got around to playing with the noises, Thomas occasionally tried to mimic some of the nicer sounds that came from the instrument, and tucked them into an audio folder to entertain himself later.

”Noodle” came across to him as an odd name. That was a food or something, wasn’t it? Humans had a tendency to to name their kids after various other things, months, ideas…days of the week. Usually there was a meaning behind it. Usually. He pondered it for a second, wondering what the significance of the food was. until he realised that he was most likely looking at it the wrong way. 2D did mention that she played guitar, and “noodle” was a slang term for how to play a riff played on a guitar. Interesting choice. However the super soldier thing threw Thomas off a bit. He wasn’t exactly sure what that entailed but it sounded…hazardous?

Thomas was beginning to notice that supernatural things seemed to be fairly normal with this band. Two zombies, a Boogeyman, and then this Russel person had to deal with ghosts, though exactly why he had to deal with spectres in the first place was still a mystery to him. There were a lot of where factors to this band, to be frank. He hoped that 2D won’t mind further inquiries.

❝Why does he, uh.. have to deal with ghosts?❞

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2D kept on playing around with the keyboard, trying out various combinations and permutations, but then he looked really confused. He held the keyboard up to his ear like he was trying to figure out where the hell the echo effect came from... and then he realized it was coming from his guest. Whoops. He grinned sheepishly at what was probably some really strange behavior to onlookers, and set the keyboard down again. Okay, all was well.

It took him a moment of messing around again before he formulated an answer. "It's, uh, kind of a long story." Wasn't everything they ever dealt with, though? "He like... gets possessed sometimes? Stuff like that? Maybe he doesn't do it anymore, I dunno. I haven't talked to him in a while." The same story with everyone. What if they were all completely different now? Who knew? "We had this one rapper bloke on our first album, guy was like his best friend or something but he was a ghost. Wild, right?" It was the simplest way to describe the whole ordeal, really.

"Shit's just weird," he said after a while, with a firm nod.

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Wires. Right.

Thomas almost forgot about those. Of course when you were putting together an electronic keyboard, wiring it was required or else it would just be a pile of fancy plastic. That train of thought caused him to calm down a bit. It’s not as if every bundle of copper made him uncomfortable, he had more self-control than that. And as long as 2D wasn’t going to be ramming wires into entirely random places, he would okay.

The silver automaton wasn’t quite as amused by 2D’s humor, though his sense of humor was very narrow to begin with. However, in this case, it was the morbid nature of the whole thing that bothered him. He wasn’t quite sure how long it would take him to get used to knowing that he lived with a murderer. D was a very kind and generous murderer, but still a murderer, though it did decrease the chances of stealing anything, probably. Either way, he preferred not to comment on it, and made an attempt to change the subject instead.

❝If one of them is a zombie, what are the other members of your band like?❞

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2D noticed nothing of the robot's discomfort while he poked around with his keyboard, still just playing around with the instrument here and there. Every so often he made a face at a particularly unpleasant noise the thing produced, and sometimes he twisted knobs a billion times until he decided whether it was what he was looking for or not. Wires moved from place to place and sometimes got discarded, while parts got switched out here and there. There was a method to something in there somewhere, but it was hard to discern, even to 2D. He was just messing around, technically, after all.

Poking at another part of the keyboard, he looked up again. "Okay, so there's Murdoc, the zombie one, he's the bassist." And a dickface, but he didn't mention that bit. "Noodle's the guitarist, she's brilliant, she joined the band when she was just a kid and everything. She's like... this super soldier thing too. Real interesting." He nodded. "Russel's the drummer, he's got like this thing where he's got to deal with ghosts and everything? Oh yeah, he's also brilliant." The whole band was really good at what they did, among other things. And he kind of missed them a lot whenever he got the chance to think about it. "I haven't seen any of 'em in a long time. I... guess they'll show up eventually, it's how it always goes, but, uh..." He shrugged. "Y'know. That's later. I guess."

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❝I believe it depends on the audience. Different people appreciate different things.❞

Right now Thomas felt like he was learning something in being adventurous with synth components. He had toyed around with the wires and knobs, plugging in something here and there and seeing what kind of sound resulting for it. Here, it was a bit deeper, and seemingly carefree in some ways, as long as one knew what they were doing. Fortunately, being a robot gave Thomas a fair understanding about how certain things worked.

❝Hmm?❞

Had he misunderstood? Thomas had been under the impression that the entire band was composed of zombies, but apparently that only applied to about half of them. Maybe the rest of the bad was composed of some other creatures deemed fictional…vampire or werewolf, perhaps? Maybe a mummy? 2D had already mentioned the Boogey, and, so Thomas was just throwing ideas together for his own amusement.

❝Is that something you do often..? Bite people when they ask you to?❞

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2D seemed to finally be getting to a more interesting part, pulling over a stash of wires and stuff that seemed to have some kind of use. "Yeah, that's true," he said, a bit distantly, as he started plugging things in here and there. Occasionally he pressed a key or two, shook his head, and stuck something similar in place instead. So maybe it wasn't really all that interesting. But close enough, right?

Looked like they were both confused. 2D never considered that people would think the rest of the band was all zombies... but he supposed it made sense in a way. Sort of. A little bit.

Shaking his head, he worked on plugging stuff in. "Nah. People don't usually ask. Usually when I bite people, er... well, it's only the first one. Gotta do it again and again and again, y'know?" He grinned like he made a funny joke, the current morbidity of the situation a bit lost on him. He'd been a zombie long enough that nothing like that ever really bothered him. "I just like eating. Making zombies is too much responsibility." Clearly.

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❝I-it's not much of a bother. Not all creative processes are...a-are expected to be particularly exciting. Sometimes it's worth the time to learn something, though. I have plenty of time now... Nowhere to go. I don't mind it at all. M-might as well.❞

That might have been the longest string of words Thomas must have uttered in a long time. Helightly rubbed his closed hands together, resulting in a successive clicking noise. After about thirty seconds of it, he halted, figuring the noise might be irritating. He didn’t want to ruin D’s concentration

Even with permission, he wasn’t all that comfortable with asking questions. He never wanted to come across as nosy and invasive. However, 2D had a point. It didn’t mean he had to answer the question at all. The only problem was that not other people were quite as laid back about something like that

❝Fifteen years..? So...y-you've had the band before everyone became zombies?❞

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2D nodded. "Right, yeah. Ain't til you've got an audience for stuff you really realize it ain't that exciting sometimes, right? Heh." Now that he thought about it, it seemed to be the most he'd heard the robot talk since he met him, but he saw no reason to mention that. And his concentration wasn't particularly messed with at all... considering he spent his entire existence dealing with an all-consuming hunger. It took a hell of a lot for him to get distracted these days.

Even so, the hunger was always there. Always trying to mess stuff up for him.

He shook that thought off, and continued his slow working, now getting into stuff that at least seemed to be meaningful. And then Thomas asked that question, and he raised an eyebrow, looking up.

"Everyone...?" Definitely caught him a bit off guard. "Er, no, it ain't everyone, mate. Just me. And Murdoc. But, uh, that was sorta my fault. I mean... not really though, 'cause he asked for it. Like, yeah, I bit him, but he was like 'hey bite me' so I did. So that was definitely on him." Definitely.

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❝How i-inconvenient...❞

Or rude. Most likely both. Strange how the Boogeyman was completely awful in an entirely different way. It didn’t seem like it scared anybody at all. Just hogged the television. At least that’s what he had gleaned from 2D’s report and attitude. That and “other bad things” that were probably not as notable to warrant complaining about

Thomas should have expected the subject to get increasingly odd. It was hard not two when one considered that a robot and a zombie were assembling keyboards while talking about the Boogeyman. If anything, it was better than a mob of robots exiling him to the desert. However, 2D sounded very bored about expanding on the subject.

❝Oh...odd.❞

He wove his fingers together to prevent himself from tugging at the plates. His gaze focused back on the small collection of pieces as he wondered how much of that small pile would be used now.

❝If it's okay to ask..um, how long have you been in your band.❞

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2D took the pile of stuff he didn't want to use and pushed it aside so it wouldn't get in the way. "Inconvenient's a good word for it, yeah. Guy used to be like... scary and stuff, dunno what happened but he stopped being... so scary." Yeah, very eloquent sounding there. He gathered up his maybe pile and got back to exactly what he was doing before. "Oh, er... and sorry if this is kinda boring to watch..." he said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Never really had much of an audience for this stuff." And now he did. He hoped it didn't seem too boring.

Shaking his head, he started fitting parts in again. "It's alright to ask stuff, mate. Don't worry. If I don't wanna answer stuff I just won't, heh. Won't get angry at you. Or, uh, bite your head off." He immediately got to counting on his fingers. "By now it's gotta be like... more than fifteen years or something, I think. Something like that. Feels like forever." It's been a pretty long time, yeah.

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The Boogeyman? Wasn’t that some monster fabricated by humans to scare small children? One that lived in closets and slept under beds? He still didn’t understand how the latter was even possible, but that wasn’t exactly the point of this current conversation. The point was that 2D once had the Boogeyman as a flatmate, and Thomas was having a hard time not believing it because he was currently talking to a zombie, who was also supposed to be some made-up monster.

❝Boogeyman...❞

Thomas smoothed his hand down the back of his head and looked off to the side in thought. He felt like had to say it you loud for the word to be real, though it didn’t sound right coming from his vocoder

❝It's...good that he's gone? And Murdoc, y-your bandmate.. Is he a zombie as well?❞

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2D's pile of stuff he was using had dwindled down to just a few parts here and there, and he was steadily making short work of what was left. But then he'd probably have to sort the other pile some more... this stuff was complicated work. And he hadn't even got to the part where he had to put stuff together. "Yeah, that guy," he said, nodding.

"I'd say it's good. You try having some freaky demon thing watching TV when you wanna watch a movie or something. And, uh... I think he did other bad stuff too." That whole incident was something that he tried to block out of his mind, really. Plus he never had any idea what was going on, what with the being freaked out all day thing.

He nodded again, finishing up with the pile and turning his attention to what he'd narrow down. "Yeah, he's a zombie. I mean... if he's still around he is. Maybe. Or maybe he's figured out some Satan magic to make him alive again. Dunno. Don't particularly care." He sounded rather uninterested in the subject. And he didn't know if he should explain the whole more than one of the guy thing either. That stuff got confusing.

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