emotionally-mature-mechanic

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

hey your son's a seal rn 😳

“He… look.”

[Mechanic sighs.]

“I get that he’s a bit more than th’ model-standard, but that does not give you an excuse t’ bully him ab…”

[His words trail off as he hears the sounds of splashing, turning to the window to see a very real, very Otto seal in the nearby lake.]

“…huh. I guess you’re right.”

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

Hey, mechanic? I dont mean to be judgmental of your ability to parent, but i think you’ve been neglecting your sons as of late.

I know they’re basically teenagers and can fend for themselves and whatnot but still, they aren’t in a great place mentally and they probably need their dad more now than anything.

You could play a game of catch, or go on a roadtrip, or maybe even mess around in the workshop- remind them that you love them, y’know?

“I…”

[He can’t really argue that. As much as he hates to admit it, the anon’s right. He really has been neglecting them, hasn’t he.]

“I… ‘spose you’re right. I should, I know, but…”

[He can’t quite seem to get the words out, the sound dying in his throat. This hasn’t been an easy time for him, clearly…]

“‘S just… I love ‘em, I really do. I’d give up anythin’ for them, trust me. But lookin’ at… at everyone else…”

[Everyone who, from his perspective at least, is infinitely more qualified and put together than he is.] "I can't help but feel like I'm not th' best option for 'em. Heck, I'm barely keepin' myself alive as it is, how can I give 'em th' life they deserve?" [The man admits, breaking down a little. It's true, he's barely been scraping by. He hasn't slept for days, and he hasn't managed to hold much food down... He hasn't even left the workshop since returning.] [This is the worst it's ever been for him.] "Still... you're right. I should go check up on 'em. I've... put it off long enough."

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Ah... That's a tough question, bud. Er..." [How to put it...] "Usually, that'd be someone you're related to, yeah? Physically, I mean. But it's... hard t' properly define. I'm honestly not sure how I'd describe it, bud." [He says.] "It can be a lot of different things t' different people, I'd say."

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC?

[its ymir again]

MAY THIS UNIT ASK A QUESTION?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

"Eh..? Oh, yeah, go ahead, bud. What's on your mind?" [He answers, seeming a little tired. Must've not been a good night...]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC?

[its ymir again]

MAY THIS UNIT ASK A QUESTION?

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

"Eh..? Oh, yeah, go ahead, bud. What's on your mind?" [He answers, seeming a little tired. Must've not been a good night...]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

you know, if the spybot system and their various mental problems ever start to feel like a burden or start to wear on you, you can always just stop being their dad

you arent blood related, youre lucky enough to be able to do that

[He’s silent.]

“Y’know, I’ve thought somethin’ similar before. ‘Bout us not bein’ blood related.”

[A pause.]

“Th’ thing is, I worry about the opposite. That they’ll realize they’re not obligated t’ stay, and how… how shit I am at all this, an’ how bad I am at dealin’ with my own problems, an’…”

“…An’ leave. It’s a scary thought, yeah? And hey, it’s true. I was never prepared for this, I had no idea what t’ do, or how t’ do it, or whether or not it’d all blow up in my face. I’m far from good at this.”

[He says, a tinge of sadness staining his voice.]

“The point is, they’ve stayed with me through everythin’. It wouldn’t be fair for me t’ ditch them for somethin’ like that. It’d be sort of hypocritical. Heck, I wouldn’t ditch them either way, y’know?”

“In short, I’m very well aware I could do that. Ya couldn’t make me do it for anythin’, though.”

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Mashya?" [He says, confirming.] "That's a nice name, bud! Sorry for scarin' ya earlier, alright?"

[He apologizes. Mashya definitely seems younger than the others... He's hoping he won't mess up.]

[Walking down the workshop’s halls, Mechanic eventually came to a stop in front of the spybots’ door. It’d been a rough time for all of them lately, especially the bots. With everything going on, he’d decided he should probably check in on them…]

[Double checking that he’d got the right door, he knocks. Hopefully he’d come at an alright time…]

@emotionally-mature-mechanic

[mashya is laying on the bed, reading a book of fairy tales and holding the systems cat plushie]

[it freezes when they hear mechanic knock]

H- HELLO?

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

[He carefully pushes the door open, stepping inside.] "Ah, I'm Mechanic! Should've maybe said that sooner, yeah?" [He says, thinking.] "Would ya be alright tellin' me your name, bud? No pressure, alright?"

[Walking down the workshop’s halls, Mechanic eventually came to a stop in front of the spybots’ door. It’d been a rough time for all of them lately, especially the bots. With everything going on, he’d decided he should probably check in on them…]

[Double checking that he’d got the right door, he knocks. Hopefully he’d come at an alright time…]

@emotionally-mature-mechanic

[mashya is laying on the bed, reading a book of fairy tales and holding the systems cat plushie]

[it freezes when they hear mechanic knock]

H- HELLO?

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

dOOd! mE-Em! dOOd! dOOd!

-Engineer Cutout

“…”

[He closes the door. That was worrying.]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

[He pauses. That’s a new voice.]

“Hello? Sorry if I startled ya, but may I come in?”

[He asks, gently. He doesn’t think they’ve met before…]

[Walking down the workshop’s halls, Mechanic eventually came to a stop in front of the spybots’ door. It’d been a rough time for all of them lately, especially the bots. With everything going on, he’d decided he should probably check in on them…]

[Double checking that he’d got the right door, he knocks. Hopefully he’d come at an alright time…]

@emotionally-mature-mechanic

[mashya is laying on the bed, reading a book of fairy tales and holding the systems cat plushie]

[it freezes when they hear mechanic knock]

H- HELLO?

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

[In his startled state, it takes a moment for it to click into place.] [Oh. It was then.] "I-I didn't- I mean, I-I wouldn't-"

[He stammers, attempting to explain, but failing to find words. Of course he wouldn’t have let his sons go unarmed if he’d been there when they’d left! He wouldn’t…]

[He can’t seem to find anything to say.]

"Mechie." Jane says simply, coming upon the workshop door.

"We haven't met. So consider this an introduction."

He seems prickly in tone, but his body language is relaxed. He's ... trying?

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[He's a little caught off-guard due to the suddenness of the visit, stumbling out of his chair to meet the other, managing to navigate through the clutter of the workshop to stand by the door.] "A-Ah, hey! Soldier, right? What brings ya by?" [He asks, leaning against one of the workbenches. One of the few that isn't completely covered in half-finished projects, at least...]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Yeah, the..." [Wait.] "Th' WHAT?!" [He exclaims, standing up so quickly he doesn't have the time to get his legs underneath him.] [This, of course, results in him crashing to the floor. point and lau-] [Finally, he manages to stumble back to his feet, panicked.] "Sorry, sorry. What shotgun thing?!" [Huh. So he didn't know about it.]

"Mechie." Jane says simply, coming upon the workshop door.

"We haven't met. So consider this an introduction."

He seems prickly in tone, but his body language is relaxed. He's ... trying?

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[He's a little caught off-guard due to the suddenness of the visit, stumbling out of his chair to meet the other, managing to navigate through the clutter of the workshop to stand by the door.] "A-Ah, hey! Soldier, right? What brings ya by?" [He asks, leaning against one of the workbenches. One of the few that isn't completely covered in half-finished projects, at least...]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Ya don't need t'..." "Yeah, bud. Go ahead. Take care, alright?" [He finishes.]

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC

[its ymir again]

THIS UNIT WAS INFORMED A WHILE AGO THAT GREY IS DEAD

SINCE YOU ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY THIS UNIT HAS SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LEADERSHIP

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[Needless to say, he is thoroughly confused by this. Hierarchy? Leadership? This is the first he’d heard about it…]

“Me? Hierarchy? Er… are ya sure you’ve got th’ right guy, bud? I mean, I’m willin’ to answer any questions best I can, but…”

[For Mechanic, the last person he’d want ‘in charge’ would be himself.]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"It's... Nothin', bud. Don't worry about it, alright? I'll survive." [He answers. He doesn't want anyone worrying about him on this, especially not the bots. He'll handle it himself.] "Was that all ya wanted t' ask, bud?"

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC

[its ymir again]

THIS UNIT WAS INFORMED A WHILE AGO THAT GREY IS DEAD

SINCE YOU ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY THIS UNIT HAS SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LEADERSHIP

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[Needless to say, he is thoroughly confused by this. Hierarchy? Leadership? This is the first he’d heard about it…]

“Me? Hierarchy? Er… are ya sure you’ve got th’ right guy, bud? I mean, I’m willin’ to answer any questions best I can, but…”

[For Mechanic, the last person he’d want ‘in charge’ would be himself.]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Yeah, bud. Go ahead." [Mechanic says, sounding a little tired. He doesn't mind the questions, of course, but the formality is exhausting to him. He tries not to let it show, though.]

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC

[its ymir again]

THIS UNIT WAS INFORMED A WHILE AGO THAT GREY IS DEAD

SINCE YOU ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY THIS UNIT HAS SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LEADERSHIP

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[Needless to say, he is thoroughly confused by this. Hierarchy? Leadership? This is the first he’d heard about it…]

“Me? Hierarchy? Er… are ya sure you’ve got th’ right guy, bud? I mean, I’m willin’ to answer any questions best I can, but…”

[For Mechanic, the last person he’d want ‘in charge’ would be himself.]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Oh, oh yeah! Yeah, they've mentioned ya! Here, come in, yeah?" [He says, mentally kicking himself for not remembering sooner. Personally, I don't blame him. He's been through a lot, lately.] "Er... Sorry for th' mess, yeah? I haven't really had time t' clean, with everythin' going on, ehe." [Technically, he does have the time. Though I wouldn't expect his top priority to be cleaning when he's barely dragging himself awake. He should probably be easier on himself...]

"Ah, anyways, take a seat if ya want to. Glad t' finally be meetin' ya, th' bots really think highly of ya!" [He adds.]

"Mechie." Jane says simply, coming upon the workshop door.

"We haven't met. So consider this an introduction."

He seems prickly in tone, but his body language is relaxed. He's ... trying?

- @emotionally-clumsy-soldier

[He's a little caught off-guard due to the suddenness of the visit, stumbling out of his chair to meet the other, managing to navigate through the clutter of the workshop to stand by the door.] "A-Ah, hey! Soldier, right? What brings ya by?" [He asks, leaning against one of the workbenches. One of the few that isn't completely covered in half-finished projects, at least...]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"Eh? Oh, yeah, yeah. Don't worry, bud. I'm fine." [He lies.] "Bud, it's not a..." [He pauses. He doesn't like ordering others around... But he also doesn't want Ymir doing anything drastic...] [So, although it leaves a bad taste in his mouth...] "I... Yes, Ymir. I guess it could be." [That somehow felt worse than he'd expected it to.]

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC

[its ymir again]

THIS UNIT WAS INFORMED A WHILE AGO THAT GREY IS DEAD

SINCE YOU ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY THIS UNIT HAS SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LEADERSHIP

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[Needless to say, he is thoroughly confused by this. Hierarchy? Leadership? This is the first he’d heard about it…]

“Me? Hierarchy? Er… are ya sure you’ve got th’ right guy, bud? I mean, I’m willin’ to answer any questions best I can, but…”

[For Mechanic, the last person he’d want ‘in charge’ would be himself.]

[emotionally-mature-mechanic]

"I... Don't think ya should jump off a cliff, bud." [Mechanic comments, starting to look a little uncomfortable. He winces a little as he is saluted.]

"Look, if someone tells ya t' do somethin' that you don't want t' do, then don't do it, alright? I'd say your safety's more important than any rankin', ok?" [He adds.]

FLESH UNIT MECHANIC

[its ymir again]

THIS UNIT WAS INFORMED A WHILE AGO THAT GREY IS DEAD

SINCE YOU ARE NOW AT THE TOP OF THE HIERARCHY THIS UNIT HAS SOME QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR LEADERSHIP

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[Needless to say, he is thoroughly confused by this. Hierarchy? Leadership? This is the first he’d heard about it…]

“Me? Hierarchy? Er… are ya sure you’ve got th’ right guy, bud? I mean, I’m willin’ to answer any questions best I can, but…”

[For Mechanic, the last person he’d want ‘in charge’ would be himself.]