#emotionally shy soldierbot

[soldierbot-of-frith]

[sisyphus grumbled to himself as he walked through the wilderness]

[arthur had ended the nights patrol outof sight of the workshop, leaving sisyphus, lacking knowledge of the area, to get lost]

[soon enough, a building came into veiw - definitely mannco, definitely not the workshop]

[silhouetted against one of the windows was a soldierbot]

[sisyphus approached the window and knocked]

-@emotionally-anxious-spybots

[ Clifford was understandably startled by the sudden knocking, letting out a loud yelp as they jumped from their designated “reading spot”. ]

[ Carefully, they lifted up the window and looked outside, spotting the spybot in the dead of night. ]

HELLO? IF YOU’RE LOOKING FOR MISTER BOLT THEN IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE LATE FOR THAT…

[physically-vampiric-medic]

Do you have a plan in place for if Clifford ever gets discovered by your teammates?

. . .

Yes, I do. None of them are. . . Ideal.

The best outcome I can see is making sure they are safe and away from the base while I deal with the fallout. Hopefully, if that goes well, it wouldn't be the last time we'd see each other.

[ He can only think of the worst with this situation, really. It's what he's used to. ]

[soldierbot-of-frith]

...IM INDIFFERENT ABOUT AMERICA, DOES THAT MAKE ME NOT A SOLDIER?

Why do you like America so much?

ITT ISS MY FAVORITE SUBJECT ANDD I LIKE IT ALLOT!! II ENJOOY LEARNING ABOUT IT!!

ALSO II AM A SOLDIER!! II KIND OF HAVE TO LOVE AMERICA!!

[pinniped-medibots]

INTRODUCING MYSELF !!

HELLO, I'M OTTO !! AND I'M A MEDIBOT !! JOYOUS !!

I LIVE WITH MY SIBLINGS AND DAD AT HIS WORKSHOP !! I WOULDN'T WANT TO BE ANYWHERE ELSE !! WONDROUS !! IM ALSO SHARING WITH OSWALD, UDO, FLORIAN, KLAUS AND KASPAR !!

MY FAVOURITE THINGS ARE HATS, SEALS, AND MY FRIENDS !!

MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY !!

MECHANIC @emotionally-mature-mechanic - MY DAD !!

SPYBOT SYS @emotionally-anxious-spybots - MY SIBLINGS !! I'VE KNOWN THEM SINCE FOREVER !!

MECHAMEDES @emotionally-mean-mechamedes - MY BIRD. HE VISITS ME SOMETIMES !!

JANIE @emotionally-clumsy-soldier - HE'S MY UNCLE !!

BOLTY @physically-vampiric-medic - HE'S HELPED ME THROUGH A LOT !!

CLIFFORD @emotionally-shy-soldierbot - THEY’RE MY COUSIN !!

SYLVESTER @physically-synthetic-engibot - WE'RE LIKE A TEAM TOGETHER !!

ESMÉ @mentally-joyful-demobot - SHE HAS A REALLY PRETTY GARDEN I LIKE TO VISIT !!

REDIBOT @physically-artificial-medic - SOMETIMES-FRIEND.

CLOWNIBOT @mentally-silly-medibot - HE'S... A BIT STRANGE? IN A GOOD WAY !!

PROTO @physically-bloody-medibot - ALSO KINDA STRANGE !! PLEASE DONT PUT HIM AND CLOWNI IN THE SAME ROOM TOGETHER. EVER. UNPLEASANT.

everything past 'keep reading' is ooc!

Otto, along with the other robots in his cpu, are medibots. Formed by the assembly lines that were once owned by Gray Mann, something from within caused him to gain the ability to feel, to think, to love, to become sentient.

Shortly after his 'awakening', he learned that they weren't the only one. So many more robots were alive, just like he was, and some have even been around for longer than they have! They were just the first to make themself known.

Otto is mentally around 14 years of age, and goes by he/him and they/them. He is the host.

Udo is the same age as Otto, and goes by exclusively they/them. They are the current co-host.

Oswald ranges from around 6 to 10 years, and goes by mostly they/them while occasionally using she/her.

Florian acts like one of the oldest of the system, despite being around 15. They generally enjoy taking a caretaker role for the system and others, and goes by he/him and they/them.

Klaus has the hottest temper out of anyone in the system, generally taking over when someone else gets angry enough, and exploding at whatever's gotten them riled up. Generally goes by only he/him.

#joyous! wondrous! - otto’s talking tag

#happy to see you! - oswald’s talking tag

#kannst du mich verstehen? - udo's talking tag

#at your service! - florian's talking tag

#quit bugging me. - klaus's talking tag

#blue pen ink - text post tag

#wondrous people - ask tag

#lookie!! - reblog tag

#gifts for otto - things made for otto

#hat collection - reblog chains/rps

thank you bunnysrph for the dividers!!!

[pillowfoolery]

holy fuck a pinned post waow

hi welcome to my silly zone

im pillow, 18, he/they/it, certified lizard creature

i have a lifelong obsession with dragons, fantasy and worldbuilding, this blog is multifandom but you'll see mostly team fortress 2 related stuff

talking tag is #pillbug speech

art blog -> @pillow-14

system blog -> @dragonsden-system

rp blogs -> @physically-robotic-medic @mentally-feral-sniperbot @mentally-vivid-spybot @emotionally-shy-soldierbot @physically-blu-friendlies @emotionally-mean-mechamedes @emotionally-longing-mechamedes @emotionally-boxedin-spy

DO NOT INTERACT: dsmp fans, countryhumans, terfs, truscum, proship, map & nomap. i do not like any of you

[soldierbot-of-frith]

[ The doctor had found himself wandering more often after work. "To clear his mind," he always said to his team. It wasn't far from the truth. ]

[ This time he was asked by his team's Engineer to "find something useful" while he was out. Something about an experiment, nothing new. All he knew was that he'd likely get dragged into it. Again. ]

[ So, while out and about, the doctor found an old factory and decided to look through it. To say the scattered, inactive robots didn't fill him with dread and pain was a lie. He couldn't admit that, though. ]

[ When he heard something walking in the factory, though, there was a different kind of worry. ]

- @physically-vampiric-medic

[ The distinct sound of loud, metallic boots echoed throughout the dark, dusty hallways of the long forgotten facility as a as a voice soft like cotton quietly narrated their own movements to themself. ]

…AND I TAKE A STEP, AND ANOTHER STEP… AND I LOOK AROUND…

[ There was a pause, as if the voice was unsure of themself. ]

…STILL DARK…

[ They don’t seem to have noticed the other’s presence here. The sound of their own voice seemed to keep the unknown person patrolling the halls occupied for now. ]

[soldierbot-of-frith]

[ Silence from inside. ]

[ No mind to think. No senses to feel. No emotions to experience. No will to call their own. ]

[ The factory had been quiet for a long, long time. Rust spread across the hulls of countless robots like decaying corpses. Mold and fungi grew within the cracks of the walls and floors of the factory that many spiders and insects called their home. ]

[ The place was a graveyard for machines. ]

[ ... ]

[ A soldierbot, left in storage a long time ago and free from the plague of rust began to spark and twitch. Slowly, they were coming into being more and more until- ]

[ It felt like the explosion of a rocket in the heat of battle. The soldier stumbled backwards as they held their face in their hands. Carefully, they peeked through their metallic fingertips. They looked at the cracked walls, the tiled floors, the paint coating their body, and the felt. ]

[ They felt fear, they felt uncertainty, they felt loneliness, they felt all the things a living being could. ]

[ Rejoice, for another machine has tasted sentience. ]

[soldierbot-of-frith]

Clifford adored things humans considered ‘childish’. Plush toys, picture books, you name it.

They were trying to restore thrown away plushies left on the side of the road, wearing thick rubber gloves as to not let the water get into their circuitry. The one brown fur of the stuffed rabbit they found slowly became paler and paler, becoming more of a silky cream colour you’d find in coffee with extra milk.

They squeezed as much water as they could out of it, deeming that this is as clean as it’s gonna get while they plugged in a hair dryer, pointing it at the stuffed animal at max settings to get the rest of the moisture out. That was until they felt a tap on their shoulder.

“Clifford?”

It was the voice of the doctor they lived with, Humboldt. Clifford turned off the hair dryer and looked behind themself to see where the doctor was.

But he wasn’t even in the same room as them.

Clifford double checked to make sure Humboldt wasn’t there, lifting up their helmet and scanning the room before going back to their hobby.

“Clifford.”

The voice repeated itself, this time its tone was more stern. Clifford flinched and again looked around the room. Nobody there.

“YOU’RE NOT REAL.” Clifford said in an attempt to dismiss the hallucination. Usually saying this helped to ground them in reality, but not today.

“Clifford.”

The voice was now more impatient and agitated, as if hissed through sharp, gritted teeth. The tapping on their shoulder now felt like a tight squeeze, and Clifford’s fans began to turn quicker now.

They didn’t respond. They thought that eventually it would go away on its own if they just ignored-

“CLIFFORD.”

The voice was now a full on yell, making Clifford flinch and nearly drop the hair dryer, which they thankfully caught in the nick of time.

They couldn’t ignore it anymore, they were too shaken up and afraid. Slowly, they turned to the doorway and left the room, making their way through the halls and being careful as to not be seen by any of his coworkers.

Finally, they made it to Humboldt’s office, and asked unprompted;

“ARE YOU MAD AT ME?”

[soldierbot-of-frith]

I THINK I SET THIS UP RIGHT...

UM... HELLO? I THINK I HAVE A COMMS LINK SET UP NOW. I THINK I'LL BE MOSTLY TALKING TO MYSELF, BUT IF ANYONE WANTS TO LISTEN THATS OKAY TOO, I THINK...

[soldierbot-of-frith]

[ By this point, Clifford and Otto have met up on multiple occasions, with Clifford often visiting him and his brother in their rooms. ]

[ With each visit, they’ve gotten closer and closer, the two of them getting along like a two piece jigsaw puzzle. ]

[ They were both close with the doctor at MRN, Otto considering him a sort of uncle figure while Clifford saw him as a father. The two of them wondered if there was a human word for the relationship they had with each other… ]

[ So there they were, sat on the edge of Otto’s bed, skimming through a dictionary to find out what they were. If they couldn’t find anything, they would be fine with just being close friends. ]

[ But then, finally, they found it. The perfect label. ]

[ Cousins. ]

[soldierbot-of-frith]

SOMETHING BAD WILL HAPPEN SOON. I CAN FEEL IT IN MY WIRES…

I HATE THIS FEELING…

[soldierbot-of-frith]

GET TO KNOW ME THINGY?

HELLO…! IM CLIFFORD, LIKE THE BIG RED DOG, EXCEPT IM NOT BIG, OR RED, OR A DOG. IM A MEDIUM SIZED BLUE ROBOT.

I LIKE TO COLLECT THINGS SMALL HUMANS THROW AWAY WHEN THEY GET BIG, AND I LIKE TO READ. MY FAVOURITE BOOK IS WATERSHIP DOWN! I ALSO LIKE THE NUMBER FOUR A LOT.

PEOPLE I LIKE…?

MR. BOLT @physically-vampiric-medic - HE LETS ME LIVE IN HIS MEDBAY.

SPYBOT SYS @emotionally-anxious-spybots - SISYPHUS IS A NICE READING BUDDY.

OTTO @physically-robotic-medic - MY COUSIN!!

everything past ‘read more’ is ooc!

Clifford is a soldierbot around the mental ages of 14 to 15. Due to faulty programming, they appear to have the robot equivalent of schizophrenia and obsessive compulsive disorder, which usually presents as them feeling the need to knock on their helmet exactly four times, or hearing people call their name when nobody’s around, among other things.

Clifford goes by exclusively they/them, no exceptions.

#is what you yes? - talking tag

#stranger at the mailbox - ask tag

#recovered items - reblog tag

#gift for clifford - things made for clifford

#scarf for two - reblog chains/rps

thank you cafekitsune for the dividers!

[soldierbot-of-frith]

Do you?

I THINK I DO...?

[soldierbot-of-frith]

So you're staying with that odd medic yeah?

How's that going? Met the rest of his team?

I HAVENT MET ANY OF THEM YET… I DONT THINK IM ALLOWED TO

WHENEVER THEY COME INTO THE MEDBAY I HAVE TO HIDE SOMEWHERE- USUALLY I PUT A LAMPSHADE ON MY HEAD AND STAND VERY STILL

[soldierbot-of-frith]

[Hands you a peach pit] (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

OOH... BUMPY

THANK YOU STRANGER!

[soldierbot-of-frith]

IM LIVING IN MISTER BOLT'S MEDBAY FOR NOW, AND WHILE HERE I FOUND SOME BOOKS...

...I THINK I LIKE THE NAME CLIFFORD