#Locksmith Becile

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[ID: A digital sketch in black and white. A screaming and crying snake (avatar of Muse) is coiled around a heart shaped cake that reads 'happy bye' on the top. The snake is surrounded by the Becile Bots. Dee is screaming back. The Jack says placatingly, "W-We'll always be with you! Kinda!" The Skull scowls while holding a forlorn looking Tatters. Hare winces and says, "Eeesh." Scratch makes an anime-style sweatdrop-and-closed eye expression. Riker grins smugly at the viewer and says, "I get a boyfriend in the next project." Locksmith's disembodied, X-eyed head lays on the table wearing a party hat. End ID]

@ghoulishjester suggested this as an end-of-blog celebration, and while I'm still looking for something to do IRL, I couldn't pass up the opportunity to do something really really stupid

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Compilation réponses écrites 3

M. Szarka : C’est… gentil de ta part de le suggérer, mais voici le problème.

M. Szarka : Les dents de Jack – quand il mord – c’est plutôt un mouvement de cisaillement. Comme des ciseaux ou un grand coupe-papier. Ce n’est pas non plus comme si nous les affûtions – mais entre le biseautage toujours présent et la force derrière la morsure, il peut même traverser la tôle. J’ai dû réparer les doigts de Hare plus d’une fois.

M. Szarka : Quand j’ai commencé à travailler pour ces gars-là, ils m’ont prévenu des morsures. Et ce n’était pas vraiment un secret qu’il était instable. Mais j’ai quand même été négligent – ​​j’ai essayé d’atteindre quelque chose de l’autre côté de lui. Mis mon bras juste devant sa bouche.

M. Szarka : J'ai eu de la chance qu'il n'ait eu que de la peau – je suppose que c'était une morsure d'avertissement – ​​mais il m'a saisi près de mon poignet et l'a arraché jusqu'au coude. J'ai failli démissionner immédiatement, tellement le saignement était impressionnant. Mais ce n’est pas comme si j’avais autre part où aller, et heureusement, ce n’était pas ma main dominante. Mais ça m'a laissé une sacrée cicatrice.

M. Szarka : … En plus, de toute façon, je serais sacrément maladroit en portant cinq paires de mitaines. Alors, je passe, merci.

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Locksmith : Ah, confirmation tardive de la haute estime dans laquelle je suis tenu ! En tant que seul opus du décédé Becile ayant la magnanimité de caractère pour adresser respectueusement un tel compliment, permettez-moi de vous exprimer ma gratitude. Vous possédez un jugement exceptionnel de calibre personnel, un jugement que je vous encourage à exercer largement dans vos activités quotidiennes. Associez-vous avec des personnes de mon tempérament et de mon charisme et vous gagnerez sans aucun doute le statut et l'estime de soi que votre anonymat implique de vous manquer. Élevez-vous et peut-être qu'un jour, vous aussi serez… eh bien, ne disons pas « pair ». « Adulateur réputé », peut-être, oui. Une telle place serait un objectif tout à fait approprié. Mais en attendant, davantage de messages de louange seraient les bienvenus. Écrivez à nouveau.

The Skull : … Il a arrêté de lire après la première ligne.

Locksmith : Quoi ?

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Hare : Nous ne sommes pas étrangers aux abus de langage, mais nous aimons faire de notre mieux. Il s’agit plutôt d’une émission du genre « PG-13 ».

Hare : Nous pouvons donc prononcer le mot P une seule fois. Et ce sera MOI.

Hare : Quoi qu'il en soit, Jack parle.

The Jack : Je parle !

Hare : Il n’est tout simplement pas doué pour répondre aux questions.

The Jack : Non, non, je me pose des questions ! Juste comme ça :

The Jack : Des lèvres, de la saleté et sortant des bars,

Ce mot, il vient de la boue.

Nommez-le ici, ce terme azur,

Dit celui qui n’a pas de chance ?

Hare : …

The Jack : …

The Jack : C'est "PUT–"

Hare : /saute sur le lui N'Y PENSE MÊME PAS !

Note du traducteur : Aux USA, les films et séries destinés à une audience à partir de 13 ans ont le droit de dire le mot "Fuck" une seule et unique fois. Sinon ils passent en classification adulte.

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The Skull : Nous sommes tous en acier inoxydable. Hare a un peu de placage de cuivre, sous la crasse, tandis que The Jack est principalement en laiton. Locksmith a une plaque frontale en bronze coulé sur de l'acier oxydé noir. Je n'ai pas de plaque frontale.

Hare : Et Dee est fabriquée à partir d'une toile et du coton plutôt solide avec un cadre en aluminium.

The Skull : Hmph.

The Skull : …

The Skull : Quoi, tu es toujours là ? Tu t'attends à ce que je fasse une blague ? J'ai répondu à la question. Ce n’est pas une comédie. Va te faire cuire un œuf.

Hare : Oh allez, Skull, les enfants sont tout simplement int-ROUILLÉS !

The Skull : L'Enfer.

Hare : Tu vas bien, mon pote ? Tu sembles ELECTRISÉ ?

The Skull : Non.

Hare : Tu ferais un grand comédien si tu connaissez simplement la PROGRAMMATION !

The Skull : /est parti

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Hare : Hé là, n'essaye pas de me rendre tout mielleux, d'accord ? Nous ne faisons pas dans tout ce qui est « sentimental » ici.

Hare : Szarka, tu sais, Szarka… ça va. Il nous fait tenir debout. Et il est suffisamment un connard pour mériter le respect. Pas ce que je le fais, évidemment. Ce connard est une véritable plaisir à piéger.

Hare Et puis, avoir des amis c'est compliqué. Au moins avec tes ennemis, tu sais où tu en es, n'est-ce pas ? Les amis ont plus de chance de vous poignarder dans le dos. Et Szarka est humain – il va caner tôt ou tard. Espérons plus tard, le remplacer sera pénible…

Hare : …

Hare : Pourquoi, il va bien ? Tu donnes l���impression qu’il ne va pas bien.

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Hare : « Les amis ? » C'est hilarant. Bien sûr, vous ne savez peut-être pas vraiment comment les choses fonctionnent ici.

Hare : Personne ne parle à Dee à part moi. Pas vraiment.

Hare : Jacky s'y promène de temps en temps et elle lui fait peur. Locksmith essaie parfois son stratagème poétique et revient tout vexé, la traitant de « public peu reconnaissant ». Elle déteste Szarka au point qu’il ne peut pas l’approcher, et il n’a pas envie d’essayer. Sull ? Skull aime faire comme si elle n'existait même pas.

Hare : Mais parfois, elle me tolère. Quand elle n'est pas d'humeur. Je lui récupère des livres et des disques, pour qu'elle ait quelque chose à faire. J’ai convaincu Skull de me laisser reprendre certains de ces pulls qu’il confectionne, afin qu’elle puisse enfiler quelque chose d'autre que ce que Pa' a essayé de lui faire porter. Bon sang, j'ai appris à utiliser une aiguille et du fil pour la soigner, parce que parfois elle… elle essaie de…

Hare : Bon.

Hare : Tu veux que je sois gentil ? Alors allons-y, soyons gentils.

A suivre...

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Becile Birthday!

It’s @ask-the-becile-boys 11th birthday for the AU! Had to do something special for it! Not sure if this is it, but it’s what I did! It’s late, it’s only half edited, have fun with that. :p Thanks for keeping these funky dudes alive!

Maybe it was a little weird for Scratch to give Tatters a little scratch post a month after Christmas. It wasn't like her claws needed it, but no one said anything. And Tatters did like beating it up and napping on top of it.

When he got Locksmith mustache wax at the end of March everyone was confused. No one more than Locksmith himself. It was left with a card with a cake covered in candles. Odd? But who was he to turn down such a thoughtful gift?

Dee screamed when someone other than Hare knocked on her door. She threw open the door, intent on clawing at whoever was there. Instead of a person, there was a box with a bright bow. Inside were old records and a little bear with a loud sweater. Holding the teddy close, she looked around before slamming the door hard enough that some walls shook. Jazz filled the halls while she slowly danced around with her new little friend. It made the stifling heat as summer crept closer a little more pleasant.

Later, when summer was fully on them, Hare caught Scratch wrapping something in the lounge, struggling with tape that had gotten stuck on his shirt. Turning around this way and that, more and more tape unrolled and he huffed behind the respirator.

Hare huffed a small laugh as he walked over to take the tape before Scratch became a mummy.

"Whatcha got there?" He asked, trying to look over Scratch over his shoulder.

At first, Scratch tried to cover it with his body before his shoulders slumped. Sitting up, he offered a small wrapped box to Hare.

"I was going to wait until tomorrow, but I guess a day early won't hurt," he signed.

Taking the box, Hare tilted his head, looking at it carefully. "What is it?"

Scratch laughed enough his shoulders shook.

"It's a present. For your birthday." He paused and tilted his head a little.

"Power day? Turn on day?" He signed, not really sure what to call it.

Smoke billowed out of his cheeks.

"Wha? You remember sometin' like dat?" Looking at the wrapping paper, he scrunched his good eye.

"Uh, thanks?" He said before tentatively opening the small box. Inside were three small locks. More confused, he looked at Scratch.

He looked confused and tugged at his sleeves a moment before he explained.

'It's a lock picking kit. I know you've been practicing. So I thought you'd like some new locks." It may have made him a little uncomfortable, but he didn't think of Hare as a bad person. And he did seem to actually enjoy picking locks, just because.

Hare grinned, at least as much as his faceplate would allow.

"Thanks! 'Priciated." Hare shuffled a little from foot to foot, not sure what to do. Another quick thanks and he hurried off to put his new locks in his room.

It wasn't long after that that Scratch came up to Jack, looking nervous and holding a bag behind his back.

Jack was in the garden, watching the birds and twirling a blade of grass between his fingers, enjoying the freedom now that Riker had fixed his wires.

He noticed Scratch's shadow first. Turning around, he smiled warmly up at him and hopped to his feet.

"Good morning, Scratch! It's good to see you." He paused when he saw how nervous he was. "Are you alright?"

Scratch stalled a moment before quickly holding the bag out in front of him. Waiting for Jack to take it with a confused look, he finally explained.

"I wasn't sure what you would like. I hope it's okay?"

Blond curls bounced while Jack tilted his head.

"Oh? I'm sure whatever it is, it's lovely." Digging into the bag, Jack pulled out a short top hat and a new bow. They were older, and it showed, but still in good condition. His face split into a wide grin.

"Oh! These are lovely! Thank you, Scratch!" Holding them to his chest, he did look a bit confused.

"But I'm afraid I don't know the occasion? Surely it's not so late in the year it's Christmas again, is it? I haven't gotten you anything."

Scratch laughed, though mostly his shoulders just shook.

"It's to celebrate another year, Jack. From when you powered on first. A birthday," he signed, smiling as much as his limited face would allow.

"Oh my! I had completely forgotten about that! Thank you, Scratch! This is very sweet." Something for his first birthday since he was repaired.

"You're welcome! I need to wrap Skull's now. Take care!" Waving him off, Scratch hurried off back inside.

By now, the manor had caught on to what he was doing. So a few days later when Skull saw him from the corner of his eye while he was taking a rare moment to relax and knit, he put his needles down.

"Hey, Skull." Scratch lifted up another bag.

"Happy birthday. Or um wake up day? Or?" He still didn't know what to call it.

Skull watched him for a moment, pretending not to notice the bag in Scratch's hand.

"Birthday is fine." It was a human thing anyway.

"Thanks," he huffed. But before he could pick up the needles again, there was a bag in his lap. Looking up, he saw Scratch looking at him expectantly. Smoke curled from his neck as he sighed.

Looking inside the bag, he carefully pulled out skeins in various colours and a new set of needles.

"I know you have some yarn already, but I thought you might like having some new colours," he explained.

Skull's face softened. Or at least as much as his faceplate would allow.

"Thank you. They're good colours. And I did need some new knitting needles. I appreciate it." When Scratch beamed, he laughed. Just a single chuckle.

"You've been busy."

Which made the man beam more. Or as much as he could.

"Everyone deserves something good on their birthday. It's important!" He enthusiastically signed.

"We always had big parties when I was growing up."

Skull hummed at that. He wasn't sure he remembered any kind of birthday celebration. Even when Thaddeus was alive there were no celebrations at the manor. Frivolous things he would call them. But Thaddeus wasn't here anymore.

Things were quiet, for a little while. Then Scratch took to the kitchen at the end of July. He was cooking up a large batch of chicken and dumplings and sides. Something that had the robots peeking around the corner.

Hare spoke up first, walking over to look over Scratch’s shoulder as the man seasoned some chicken in a pan with what looked like dough in a bowl.

“This doesn’t look like a smoothie,” said Hare while he tried to figure out what was going on.

Scratch stopped long enough to quickly sign.

“Chicken and dumplings. It’s Riker’s birthday. So I thought I’d make him something while he was down in the workshop.”

Hare looked at Skull, who was still at the doorway. He just shrugged.

“Looks like a lot of work for someone that just eats ramen. When he eats,” huffed Hare, moving when Skull gave him a hard look. It wasn’t like it was his fault!

“It’s his birthday,” explained Scratch simply.

“Everyone needs to have something nice on their birthday.” And he was back to cooking away, leaving the two to look confused. It wasn’t like they had a lot of experience with birthdays.

After too long in the workshop, trying to keep the tools from getting too rusted to use, Riker nearly cried when he saw a banquet set out just for him. Scratch had to push him into a seat to get him to eat.

“Man, this is better than Ma's from when I was a kid.” Riker suddenly stopped, spoon halfway to his face to glance at Scratch who was looking rather proud of himself.

“Don’t ever tell her I said that.” As if anyone here would likely meet her, but a man couldn’t be too sure.

Scratched crossed his fingers over his chest before putting away the leftovers. At least Riker would be eating real food for a couple days.

A week later, Riker found himself cornered in the workshop by three robots. Even if they, probably, wouldn’t hurt him, it was still unnerving. Crossing his arms over his chest and a cigarette hanging off his lip, he watched them, waiting for some explanation as to why they were ganging up on him. Jack broke first.

“What do you do for birthdays?” He asked and stepped into the room, careful to give the workbench as wide a birth as he could.

He grinned a little, just a smidge. “It’s about Scratch’s turn, ain’t it?”

Hare huffed and followed Jack in.

“Yeah, and we wanna know what yer ‘sposed to do for a birthday.”

Riker just shrugged.

“Been a while. Mostly a lot of drinking, but I don’t think Scratch would be real interested in that,” he told them as he put out his cigarette.

“I’ve heard that people like surprise parties. Do you know about those?” inquired Jack innocently enough.

A brief memory and Riker shuddered. A surprise of people, never something he wanted. When the other three looked at him with concern, he quickly brushed them off.

“A surprise birthday party would mean keeping him out of the manor or at least part of it. Guess this place is plenty big enough. Normally they decorate the room, have cake and presents, and do stuff the birthday person likes,” he explained.

Tapping his chin, Skull thought that over for a moment. Smoke curled from his neck vents as he started to plan.

“Cake wouldn’t be a good idea. Scratch can’t eat it,” he reminded them.

When Hare shoved his hands into his pockets, pretending not to pout, Riker tried not to laugh.

“Probably a bad idea,” he agreed.

“But they have ice cream too. Could probably make him a shake?” he offered, leaning against one of the tables.

Skull looked up at that.

“There’s probably some kind of birthday milkshake. I’m sure I can find something.” With his mission decided, Skull made his way back upstairs.

“Well, that’s one thing settled,” huffed Hare, still looking sour.

“We could decorate the lounge?” offered Jack with a smile.

“We’ve seen movies. I bet we could do something spectacular!” When Hare perked up a little, Jack’s smile grew. Taking Hare’s arm, he gently tugged Hare away They had planning to do.

But at the door, Hare turned to look at Riker, pointing a gloved hand at him.

“We’ll get it planned, but you gotta keep him busy for a while, got it?”

Riker rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll tell him I need to check his leg or somethin’. Now get goin’. I need a drink.” he muttered as they all left. There was plenty to do.

It was hot when Scratch’s birthday came around, it was easy to get him down to the workshop for a look over. At least it was cooler in the basement levels.

“I haven’t been having any more trouble than normal,” he explained while Riker was looking the knee over. It may have been a cover, but it didn’t hurt to look while he had the chance.

“That’s good. Everythin’ looks fine. I just want to make sure I ain’t missin’ somethin’,” he explained. Eventually, Scratch got a clean bill of health. Or at least the machine part of him did. There was no way anything ‘living’ was going to be healthy here. But still, Riker kept looking. At least until he heard three bangs on the floor above him.

“Looks like you’re right as rain!” He sarcastically cheered as he backed up to let Scratch get to his feet as he put his tools away.

“Why don’t we head up and get something to drink? Should be something cold in the fridge.”

Scratch nodded and would wait for Riker.

“Wish I could eat popsicles,” he signed while they walked.

“Used to be the best part of summer.”

“Ya know, that does sound pretty good,” he agreed as they walked.

“But I can think of something better.” As Scratch looked to him for an answer, Riker stepped into the lounge and waited for him.

Inside was a messy banner that had ripped in three places when they tried to hang it up. A few messily wrapped boxes sat on the coffee table as well as two oversized shakes covered in tiny sprinkles.

Everyone, save Dee, who refused to come downstairs, was waiting for him. Jack was smiling brightly.

“Happy Birthday!” They all said at once, some with more enthusiasm than others.

Scratch stood still, looking at everything. His remaining eye teared up.

“Thank you,” he signed once, twice, and again, and again. There was static from the vent. It was hard to tell if it was laughter or a sob.

Skull stepped over with his gift, handing it to Scratch.

“You told us birthdays were important,” he reminded him as he pressed the wrapping paper into his hand. Inside was a box set to an anime Scratch had been talking about.

Scratch took his time with each gift, gushing with everyone. Even Locksmith was at least, mostly, agreeable for the party. He’d be up late with his new anime and shipping on yet another birthday cake shake. Best birthday.

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

hi! I'm kinda curious on who the Becile Bots (Boys?) Are?? Sorry if I'm troubling you!

okay okay okay I am SO SORRY that I am getting to this so late! I've been sick and it sucks so I've been very low-energy, but I'm finally doing this! This is just going to be a general run down, no intense detail- sorry!

The Becile Bots/Boys are a very popular AU in the SPG (Steam Powered Giraffe) fandom. Their general idea is that Thadeus Becile made his own bots to mirror Peter Walter I's robots, and more lore and characters have been added as the years progressed and people came and went.

It started with three robots and their creator: Thadeus Becile as opposed to Peter Walter I, The Skull as opposed to The Spine, Hare as opposed to Rabbit, and The Jack as opposed to The Jon. The Becile Bots were similar to the Walter Bots but also like their "evil clones".

The Skull is the "straight man" like The Spine, but is very serious and no-joking.

Hare is very... coarse. Whereas Rabbit is very joky and fun, like the positive parts of a middle child, Hare has a dirty mouth, is generally terrifying, and is very angry most of the time.

The Jack was originally very shy and quiet, unlike The Jon's outgoingness. He then, due to being struck by lightning and other things, became insane in a way (I'm not exactly sure what it is) and was generally dangerous to be around.

After that, new people began to pop up.

Locksmith became a thing around the time Hatchworth did. They both have the hatch thing that leaks, but with Locksmith, he's manipulative and horrible instead of goofy like Hatchworth.

Riker Szarka (Formerly Riker Weed) was a thing from around the beginning, but was renamed from his almost-namesake Weed to Szarka to avoid any unneeded similarities to his source material. He's the Becile Bot's mechanic- he patches them up and fixes them in repayment for being able to live with them. From what I can tell he's virtually nothing like his source material (thank gods)

Dee is a possesed mannequin, a mirror version for either Delilah Morreo or Upgrade. Becile believed her to be Delilah and tried to gaslight her into believing the same, but it didn't work. I don't know when she appeared in material.

Scratch is a cyborg (I believe to be the Becile Mirror version of Zer0?) who lives with the Becile Bots. He used to work for Becile Industries, but was turned into an experiment and was turned into a cyborg. He appeared in material in 2017-18, I think.

Tatters is a clockwork cat that is a more recent development, being introduced a few years ago (I believe. I'm not good with time ;-;) She's literally a taxidermy cat that has to be rewound to be alive. I love her.

For more information, visit @ask-the-becile-boys or visit this link!

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Last Words Spoken

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by amuseoffirebane

The final conversation between Locksmith and Thadeus, in the moments before Locksmith was sealed in the Vault of the Becile Manor Archives.

Words: 301, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 3 of Becile Bots Canon Fics

Fandoms: Steam Powered Giraffe

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Locksmith Becile (OC), Thadeus Becile

Additional Tags: Dialogue, One-sided Conversation, Becile Bots AU, Short

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[alreorem]

We couldn't resist the temptation to remake this Russian meme.

Dark humour. Not funny at all. Shame on us.

@ask-the-becile-boys

@ask-the-becile-boys

[oh-yeet-of-little-faith]

An attempt to cosplay every Becile. Still working on it, got Ignatius and BeeBop coming up next

Becile bots belong to @ask-the-becile-boys

[pojofi96]

There he is @ask-the-becile-boys

[amuseoffirebane]

I should be getting Dom discount tomorrow, and I will not rest until I get garbage boy stinkman the new apparel

[almiofluid]

Yeah so..... Him.

Character belongs to @ask-the-becile-boys, I just enjoy drawing them boys for fun.

[ask-the-becile-boys]

Story. Fury

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With special thanks to our guest artist, @phopollo !

[ID: Ten digitally drawn panels, inked and greyscaled with orange and green.]

[Panel 1: Center of the panel is The Skull, walking forward with furious determination. In his right hand is a smoking revolver. Behind him, Scratch is exiting the storm doors of the burning Becile Manor. The Manor casts an orange light on everyone's side, while the rest of the color is greyscale. No text.]

[Panel 2: The Jack looks back over his shoulder in surprise. In front of him, Locksmith hunches over, holding his left eye, his cane discarded on the ground at his feet. No text.]

[Panel 3: Locksmith looks up. The lens over his left eye has been shattered, leaving only a little glass over darkness and a bright green pinpoint pupil. He grits his teeth. No text.]

[Panel 4: Split panel. Top left: Locksmith grabs The Jack by the front of his vest, SFX: pull. Bottom right: Locksmith throws The Jack bodily out of the way, SFX: toss. The Jack lands a distance away, toward the tree line.]

[Panel 5: The Skull approaches Locksmith, flipping the revolver around in his hand so the he's holding it backwards. Locksmith turns to face him, green smoke beginning to seap from his face and neck. No text.]

[Panel 6: The Skull, expression hateful, movement lines trailing his white pupils, raises his revolver, moving to smash the butt of it into Locksmith's head. Locksmith lowers his head, venting more gas. No text.]

[Panel 7: Locksmith's jaw almost unhinges as he spits a huge cloud of green smoke directly at The Skull, who flinches back. No text.]

[Panel 8: The Skull is enveloped by the cloud, losing all greyscale coloring, replaced by a faint green tinge. He tries to wave the cloud away to no avail. No text]

[Panel 9: The Skull stops, brows raising in shock as a familiar voice calls "The Skull (ellipses)"]

[Panel 10: A larger-than-life figure of Thadeus "Pops" Becile appears before The Skull, towering over him. Thadeus has bright green Rock Candy crystals growing all over his body, particularly over the left side of his face, back of his head, and over his heart. There is a dark sludge dribbling out of his ears, staining his collar. He scowls down at The Skull and says, "Still a disappointment." End ID]

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animatedartist a demandé les Beciles dans D&D et je me suis dit, pourquoi pas ??

Hare - Roublard (Voleur)

Locksmith - Barde (Collège des Murmures)

The Skull - Sorcier (Le Chercheur)

Jacky (pré-accident) - Clerc (Domaine de la ruse)

The Jack (Post-Accident) - Clerc (Domaine de la tempête)

Dee - Ensorceleur (Magie des Ombre)

Thadeus - Magicien (Nécromancien)

M. Szarka - Artificier (Alchimiste)

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RIP BECILE BOTS

they are now dead (according to the tags) as they’re rarely seen anymore (i will miss locksmith let his southern accent feel our faces with coal smoke) (seriously these guys need some more love t as they seem to be lacking it right now) i mean they are basically the Underfell to the undertale if you had to compare them as the evilish version of the happy giraffe group

[ask-the-fanbots]

Family?

A fic between Coil (mine) and the Becile Boys and Mr. Weed (@ask-the-becile-boys)

Words: 2.4K

TW: malfunction, loss of fingers

    Hare was squatted in the alleyway, watching with only slight distress as The Jack gnawed on something inedible. Did he know what it was? No. Did he care? ...yeah. More than he'd like to admit.

    "Hey, c'mon Jacky, spit that out. Weed'll blow a gasket if he has to fix yer jaw again this week." He tried to coax the object--now identified as a brick torn from the building--from his mouth with little success. "Ow!" He hissed, inspecting the damage to his fingers. Still intact, so whatever. It was...probably time to bring Jack home.

    "Dnuor dna dnuor eht yrrebllum hsub--" He trailed off into cackling as he was gently hauled to his feet, spinning a few circles before springing up in an impressively high jump and stomping back onto the ground.

    "Ya don't say?" Hare offered casually, stuffing his hands into his pockets as he strolled alongside the giggling bot. "When we get back I'll--hey!"

    The Jack seemed to have decided he was tired of talking, because he began sprinting off without waiting on Hare to follow. The sound of his laughter drifted further off, his legs devouring the terrain ahead of him with all the gusto of an Olympian.

    "Hey, c'mon, why you gotta do this today!? We were doin' real well!" He huffed, arms pumping in rhythm with his admittedly pathetic strides. He wasn't anywhere near as fast as Jacky, but he could always hold onto the hope that the escaped kid would fall or something else'd slow him down, otherwise he'd have to try and drag Weed and the other guys out onto a Jack-hunt.

    Up ahead of him, the distant laughter cut off suddenly, replaced with a blood curdling shriek.

    "Jacky!?" Hare found a sudden reserve of speed, running faster than he'd ever gone before. It wasn't happening. Whatever he was afraid of wasn't happening! His thoughts tangled together into a web of helpless anxiety as he barreled around the corner, the manor coming into view. There he was! What was--?

    "--get off! Where'd you even come from!?" The voice was unfamiliar, as was the streak of dirty metallic grey covered by The Jack's writhing form.

    "The rocks! A lady from the floor! A candy man! The green took the lady!" The Jack was screaming as if his life depended on it, snippets of words in between snapping his jaws at the person he had pressed against the stairs.

    "What the Hell is happening out here!?" The Skull stepped out before Hare arrived, and instantly The Jack scrambled backwards, ramming headfirst into his brother. "Get outta here!" One fluid motion was all it took to haul the other person to their feet--a bot, no doubt, and a girl by the looks of it. "Hare. What happened here?"

    "We were on a walk an' he took off! Who's this?" He gestured wildly at the intruder on the steps, trying to size her up enough to get any kind of read on her and why she was here. Other bots weren't terribly uncommon to see, but ones turning up on the goddamn doorstep were.

    "Becile." She said, looking between them in a mixture of anger, disgust, and...well, a bit of hope. "He...y'know, made you?"

    "Go." The Skull shoved her back towards the street, taking another step forward before Hare waved a hand in a vague gesture to wait just a second. He shook his head, slamming the door on his way back inside. He'd have to go tell Locksmith, see if he could stop being useless just long enough to get the girl outta here. He may have been the enforcer, but if those piles of scrap metal wanted to hang around they had to do something every now and again.

    As soon as he knew Jacky was situated, Hare grabbed both he and the new lady and dragged the both of them inside. "Alright, sweetcheeks, let's talk. Why're you askin' about Pops?"

    "I was gonna ask if you couldn't see the family resemblance but thank God I ain't as ugly as you." She replied with a sneer, gesturing towards his face. Both were endowed with pointed teeth, though the woman’s were in her mouth, and between the pair of them that only managed to scrape together two eyes.

    "Wha--I ain't ugly!" Hare sputtered before leaning forward with a growl. "And you ain't family."

    The Skull pushed the two of them apart with a grimace. "We know all about his ugly mug. What we don't know is why the Hell you think you're one of us. Get talkin' or I'll throw you out whether they try to stop me or not."

    "Friendly bunch." She said flatly, crossing her arms over her chest as she tried to gather her thoughts into a sensible order. "Name's Coil." She paised briefly for a reaction, but upon receiving little more than slightly angrier scowls she continued. "Green core bot."

    "...yeah? And? Chrissakes, we're gonna be rusted over before ya finish the story." Hare plunked himself down into a moth-eaten armchair, resting his chin on his fist and looking at Coil in the same manner an impatient child would look at its mother.

    A throat cleared, and the attention shifted over to the source. Locksmith was standing off to the side, fingertips drumming over the cane in his hands. "If I may interject. You claim to be our relative, and this may well be the case, but have you any evidence to substantiate this? Are we to trust you at your word? This is--how do I put it--you would be far from the first ruffian claiming to share our lineage, if one is bold enough to call it that. How do you intend to put our troubled minds at ease? Proof, as it were, is what we'd ask you to furnish us with."

    "You all see if you can keep from dyin' for the next few minutes. I'm gettin' Weed and seein' if he can sort this out. If Pops made her there'd be some kind o' mark or somethin' to tell us." Hare rose from his chair, grabbing The Jack by under the arm to lead him off. "You too, Jacky."

    After earlier he didn't feel confident that Jacky wouldn't tear the gal apart before he got a chance to get back. A couple of her fingers were already severed, and they didn't need anything else going on at the moment. That's what he told himself, at least. Truthfully he needed a walk. Somewhere to go so he could think while he got there. Pops had been a less than honest guy, but there was no way he made another entire lady without them knowing, right? Right.

    But…

    She was just as soot-covered and banged up as the rest of them, and there was somethin' that didn't sit right when he looked at her. Something too familiar.

    "Oi, Weed! Open up." Hare banged on the door with his fist, earning a growl from within. "I'm not takin' no for an answer, 's important, so get yer ass out here."

    The door cracked open, a disheveled looking Riker peering through it. "Someone better be dying, and at this point I might let 'em for a little peace around here." He smelled of alcohol, deep bruise-like shadows beneath the one eye that was visible. That wasn't unusual for him, of course, but geez he looked like--...well, not great.

    "We got a situation." Hare inched closer, looking uncharacteristically nervous. He was smooth as silk. Cool as a cucumber. Nothing ever bothered him, naturally. As the tough leader an' all that it was his job to keep it together.

    Riker looked slightly more interested, but it was hard to tell with him. One brow arched almost imperceptibly higher. "What kind? I--Jesus, whose fingers are those? Who did he bite this time?" This earned a genuine reaction from him as he opened the door fully to look at the pair of tin cans that blocked his doorway.

    "Well that's the thing if you'd let me get there. We got a lady." The bot gestured vaguely, as if the weak attempt at charades would make things more clear.

    "A...lady." The engineer echoed, not any closer to understanding the situation than before.

    "A lady!" Jack confirmed, the high pitched giggles bubbling up through him against his will. "A lady from the rocks, a lady from the ground, a lady in the foyer who can't make a sound!" He sang before breaking down into hysterical laughter and snapping playfully in Weed's direction.

    "..."kay, what does that mean?" He didn't look pleased, but grabbed his tools nonetheless. If he didn't return some fingers his ass was on the line, too, and there was no way he could afford some kind of lawsuit for destruction of property or whatever they'd get charged with. Criminal proceedings were the last thing they all needed.

    "She--"

    "HEY! GET BACK HERE, YA LITTLE RAT! SHE'S YOUR PROBLEM!' Skully's booming voice echoed across the manor, and Hare cursed under his breath.

    "C'mon, I'll just show ya. Jacky? Wanna come with or head to yer room?" His hands found their way around the arm of the shaking bot, opting to guide him to his room and make sure he was secure before hustling back towards the door. "What's the--I WAS ONLY GONE A COUPLE O' MINUTES!"

    The Skull and Locksmith were standing beside the still form of Coil, the latter leaving a much wider berth. "She's your problem now. If she breaks anything it's on you. Get some answers." The Skull left with that, strolling briskly towards his own space. He didn't want her here, but he did wanna know what connection she had to the old man, if any.

    "We do seem to be in a predicament. While I can't say she's charming company, we are owed the full story, and the only one who can provide us with any insight is inactive on our flooring. A tapestry of tongues can't be woven by the mute, so I suggest our roboticist begins his work before much more time slips past us." Locksmith remained stationary, as he needn't provide them with any further room. They had ample space to operate, so for now he would observe the proceedings. Should the time come when he had to relocate, he would gladly cede further floorspace to them.

    "What do I look like, a dancing monkey? Why should I work on a bot I'm not in charge of? It’d be easier to scrap her." Despite his words, he was already kneeling to look her over. What exactly was the protocol on working on someone that wasn't yours? Especially one of the lady ones? And especially one that couldn't give him permission to take a look under the hood, so to speak?

    "She said Pops built her. Just take a look or somethin', will ya? Wake her up so we can ask ‘er a few things." Hare squatted beside Weed, resting his elbows on his knees as he looked her over. She did have the shoddy workmanship of Pops's hands, but that didn't mean much. He was overthinking this.

    "Fine, fine." Riker grumbled, undoing the buttons on the back of the dress. "You owe me, though. Next time I tell you I'm takin' a sick day, I'm taking it. No emergency repairs, no whining at the door, no nothing."

    "Yeah, sounds great. Do your thing, o mighty roboticist." Hare's tone was mocking, but there was no denying that Weed was good at his job. His ma had taught him well, apparently.

    It didn't take long before Riker was popping open an access panel, and he tossed it aside onto the carpet. "Geez! What's going on in here?" He turned aside, sneezing openly toward the rug.

    Locksmith looked utterly repulsed by this decision but held his tongue. He fished through his pocket, extending a handkerchief to the resident engineer. "Bless you, Mr. Weed. I take it our companion's interior is a bit... antiquated."

    "No kidding! When was the last time someone opened this up!?" He ignored the offer, swiping at his pointed nose with his knuckles. There was a thick layer of dust built up on every surface in the little panel, clogging everything and muffling the sound of the things that did still work. "I don't know what the last person in here did, but it looks like a toddler got a wrench and went to town. Half this stuff is straight out of a history textbook, and the other half looks like someone tried to make something out of spare parts from a dollar store."

    Locksmith withdrew the proffered cloth, tucking it back into his pocket. "I believe I'll retire to my quarters. Today has been eventful, and truthfully I have no desire to watch another uncouth display like the last one."

    Riker snorted, sparing a glance toward him. "Don't worry, I'll be sure to save a sneeze for you for next time I'm doing your repairs." He leaned back, resting in roughly the same position as Hare. After Locksmith left he turned to his companion, chewing the inside of his cheek before trying the find the right words. "You've been...quiet." It was more an invitation to speak than an observation.

    "Thinkin'." Hare was at a loss for more words than that--something Riker would have been quick to point out as the very first time had the circumstances been better. Family was a hard thing, especially for this lot. Hell, he struggled with his own family, but that was just a whole ‘nother beast.

    "For what it's worth, she's not one of ours. The marks and parts are wrong. But it does say Becile on the panel." Riker passed the piece of metal over to Hare, who inspected it carefully. Imprinted inside was the name Grace P. Becile in the standard formatting of foundry marks. Becile…

    "Pops never talked about a Grace. Think she's connected to Buster? Don't know that we really know where he came from neither." He handed it back to Weed, who set to work securing it back in place. She twitched under his tools, so it'd only be another minute or two until she came to.

    "You'd know better than me." Riker shrugged, wiping his hands off on a rag and stretching.

    "I'll go get Skully to carry her out." Hare jerked a thumb towards the front door, his other hand on his hip. "But uh...hey Weed. While you're out, keep an eye on her. If you see her. Don't go outta yer way or nothin'." His hand migrated to rub the back of his neck as he cleared his throat. “I gotta go back to my room. I'll see you later."

    "Right. I'll see you later." Riker watched him go before sighing and gathering up his tools. Keep an eye out...yeah, he could do that.

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@emmi-kat pretty close! Divinator (also called Surge) did design Locksmith and "Download/Downgrade", who I've rechristened "Dee" in my time running the blog. If there's a Zer0 equivalent out there he's not official, because I'm working on the fic to introduce that character now xD

Becile Workers are mostly their own thing, as they work for Becile Industries whereas the Becile Bots were made by Thadeus Becile decades earlier (and might have been made by Surge prior to Industries becoming canon, but I don't remember that as well).

Anyone know where I can find out more about the Becile Bots? I’m only now just starting to figure out they uh.. Exist, and I wanna learn more about them boys.

[chaotic-tired-bastard]

may we know more about greaves? Is he like Mach in the becile boys?

Oh, of course! Thank you for asking abt my boy bcs I need to talk about him. Of course, some things will be omitted as to not spoil anything that I have planned for the future.

(Everything below the cut!)

Greaves is like the Becile version of Mach, even though Mach wasn't as widely beloved as The Spine or Rabbit was back then and not many people talked about him. Becile actually built Greaves as an afterthought, trying to prove to Peter that he could make just as many just as well as he could.

Greaves woke up screaming. Becile had to shut him off and spend a few days combing over his circuitry, trying to figure out why this had happened. However, he didn't find anything. He turned Greaves back on, and this time he didn't scream.

Greaves has a passionate hatred for Becile, who often tried to use him as a weapon like he did with The Skull. When he found out that he was dead, he was pissed because he didn't get to kill him.

Greaves is more emotional than the other Becile Bots, as he rides his emotions like they're waves. His mood soars up up up and then it goes down, making him crash into the ground. He usually isolates himself when this happens, as the others are usually in no mood to tolerate his bad mood and snaps of anger. He usually tries to not project this onto anyone else, especially The Jack, who he is extremely protective of.

Greaves went missing around 1942. Nobody could find him, and really only The Jack looked (with Hare being persuaded to help). Becile purged all memory of him from the Becile Bot's memories, as he felt remembering would make them start to act out. He couldn't get to The Jack before he had his accident, but deemed his mental state to be deteriorated enough that he wouldn't need to purge the memories, as any mention of Greaves would probably be mistaken for the ramblings of a madman.

He sees himself as an older brother of almost everyone there, even though he was built last. The Skull doesn't tolerate that kind of behaviour with him, Hare just ignores it, and The Jack… well, The Jack (before his accident) saw him as an older brother. Of course, he didn't shadow Greaves like he did with Hare, but Greaves' door was always open to him. However, Greaves hates Locksmith. He hates him with all his heart, even though he doesn't know a thing about him.