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CURSE YOU. I HAD TO HARD REBOOT AFTER THAT.

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AMAZING AND FANTASTIC IS RIGHT, HUMAN.  JUST DO NOT TOUCH ME. YOU MAY MARVEL WITH YOUR PATHETIC EYES ONLY.

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FRIENDSHIP IS THE DESTRUCTION OF ALL LIFE.

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AT LEAST IT'S DEAD.

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"I WOULD BE BETTER IF YOU COULD CALL OFF YOUR FERAL ANOMALY."

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WARNING: DANGER LEVEL CRITICAL

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I’m doing all of these, I don’t care how many, if I get 1,000 reblogs, I’ll make 1,000 kittys.

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WX-78 made a dive roll for his camp. He didn’t care if anyone was watching; all he wanted was for this day to end.

Skidding to a stop, he noticed a pair of feet in front of him.

 Looking up, he was surprised and at the same time, not surprised at seeing yet another human.

 Whitney Starling meekly waved at the robot, a bit shaken from his sudden arrival.

 “H-hey, I was wondering, do you have any honey? I need some for something I’m making, and I’m willing to trade…”

 The robot glared at the human. He was through with humans today! WX-78 got up with the intention to drive her away.

 As he was walking to her, he stepped on an errant berry. With a small squish, the robot slid forward and fell on top of Whitney.

 The two’s lips smushed together in the rough fall.

 Pushing the robot off with a pop, Whitney exclaimed, “ I didn’t mean that honey!”

Staring up at the sky, the automaton said nothing. Getting up, he reached into his pack and pulled out a small stack of honey from his foraging.

 He pushed it into the hands of the girl and whispered, “ Tell no one, just leave.”

Whitney looked at him in surprise, and then left as the robot had asked.

He watched the girl until she was out of sight.

WX-78 rolled out his sleeping roll in silence. He was absolutely finished with this day.

He was certain he wouldn’t be having any good sleep tonight.

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WX-78 ran. He didn’t care where he was going. He could barely register the stone path underneath him.  All he wanted was to get away.

 He didn’t even see the 2nd Wilson he’d encounter today walking down the path.

The robot ran at full speed into the Wilson, grinding his face against Wilson’s own.

The two fell hard to the ground, limbs flailing everywhere.

Wilson sputtered as his lips rubbed against WX-78’s face.

Scrambling like mad, the automaton shot up again and continued speeding down the path.

 Wilson sat up, thoroughly confused at what had just happened.

 “Did I just get laid?”  He asked the expansive wilderness.

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The robot plodded down the path, trying to get as much distance as he could between himself and the humans behind him.

WX-78 cradled his face module in his hands. Today just was not going well. Physical contact with fleshlings was one of the things he absolutely wanted to avoid.

Farther down the path, a lone girl and her dead sister walked. Wendy was examining the late evening clouds and musing about how they always seemed to gather when a tragedy happened. 

 She nor WX-78 noticed each other until he ran into her ghost twin Abigail. Falling straight through the ghost, WX-78 let out an unworldly screech.

The entire world was pain! The unknown miasma was attacking every fiber of his being!

 Wendy watched the robot flail in her sister with a detachedness. “Abigail always gets to have all the fun…” She quietly commented.

 “AHHHHHHH!” Pushing Wendy aside, WX-78 barreled down the path, trying to get as much distance as he could between himself and the ghost.

 Wendy watched her sister pursue the automaton, waiting for when the ghost was done.

 After a short period of time, the ghost floated back up to her twin. Wendy could only conclude that the robot had either gotten away or was waking up somewhere else on the island.

 Turning to Abigail, Wendy stated, “Why do you get all the boys?”

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WX-78 continued down the path. Being in close proximity to a fleshling had shaken him up, and if he had had skin, it would be crawling.

 Suddenly, he heard a screech, undoubtedly electronic, ring from the woods.

Barely giving it any processing WX-78 rushed toward the sound of the noise. One of his electronic brethren could be in trouble!

 Meanwhile, in the forest, Wren Serenade was attempting to find a good frequency on her radio, Mr. Jolson. All she had been able to get for a while was ghastly sounding white noise which rang through the forest.

 Wren continued to fiddle with the device. “SHHHH-RREEECCCH!” the radio stubbornly spit out, refusing to play any soothing melodies.

 Staring at the radio in her lap, Wren pouted in frustration. She just couldn’t seem to get it to work today! Could this day be any worse?

 According to Maxwell’s universe, the answer was yes, and this answer came barreling out of the forest straight for Wren.

 Seeing the radio, WX-78 went for it, hardly seeing the human. This device was in distress!

 The robot tackled the singer. The radio went sailing, before neatly landing base first on a patch of grass.

 On top to the human, WX-78’s face module pressed against Wren’s. Distressed, Wren muffled out, “ I’m stuck!”

Wren’s lips had gotten stuck in WX-78’s food processor and their struggling was not making it any better.

 From it’s place on the ground, the radio began to play, “ ~Can you feel the love tonight?~”.

 “Oh, now you play!” Wren spoke around her lips.

 Opening up his food processor as much as he could, WX-78 pried himself off of Wren.

 Completely ignoring the human, WX-78 turned towards the radio. “ MY ELECTRONIC BROTHER, HOW COULD YOU BETRAY ME IN THIS WAY?”

The radio had lured him into physical contact with a fleshling!

 Hearing this, Wren turned towards the robot. “ Did I disturb you with my radio? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize…”

 Wren would have continued her apology, but the orange automaton was already speeding away.

 “Oh…how rude! He could have at least helped me up…”

 Wren climbed up and picked up the radio, “ At least you’re working now.”

 The radio gave off a short screech and Wren looked at it unamusedly.

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(note: The kiss posts connect chronologically.)

WX-78 was calmly collecting resources. He enjoyed destroying nature in the name of his continued survival.

With his pockets full, he began to head back to what he called his home base.

 The stone path was the fastest way to go, although it was often traveled by the other occupants of the island whom he detested.

 Hurrying as fast as his legs could carry him, WX-78 rushed down the path.

Sure enough, there was another person on the path, the one he disliked the most.

It was one of the Wilsons, on his way to whatever pointless activity he and the other hims did.

 Ducking his head down, WX-78 attempted to ignore the human. He had no time to eliminate the human or the rest of them yet.

 Maxwell must have been watching him or something, because as luck would have it just as WX-78 was going to pass Wilson, his foot became caught in a crack on the path.

 Careening forward, WX-78 landed face module first on top of Wilson’s face. Wilson’s lips were squished against WX-78’s own food entrance.

 Balking, Wilson turned his head away, “ Bleekh! You taste like …taffy?”

Scrambling to get away from the human WX-78 shot back, “ I DON’T NEED TO EXPLAIN MY FUEL CHOICES TO YOU”.

 The automaton climbed to his feet and shot down the path, leaving the human staring in bewilderment on the ground.

 Wilson scratched his head in thoughtfulness, “I wonder what whoever created him was thinking…”

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Mod post

QJ here! I'm gonna answer the kiss thing now. It was certainly harder answering this than I thought it would. I shoulda known that when I realized my muse doesn't even have lips 8x. Well, I did my best! So, without further ado, let's get this train wreck a-rolling!