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asydicsydney · 2 months ago

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I haven't written any fanfic since April and guess who was on the chopping block?

It's the robot again, yeah, I'm not sorry

Anyway, this is "The Star Child", a fanfic about my SPG fanbot, Pluto, 1.8K words

Birthdays and remembrances fill the calendars in the manor. GG's birthday, Delilah Moreau's rememberence day, and even the anniversary of Walter Robotics zips by while Pluto is left puzzled, year after year. Sure, they plan the parties and attend with the most energy they can muster, but when it's Six's birthday, they're nowhere to be found. This caused quite a stir in the manor, since the current Peter Walter descendant's birthday is always a big deal for the band, and their event planner was M.I.A. Six assured the band he would be fine with a late celebration or even no celebration, that he was perfectly content with tinkering in the lab another night while the robots go on a search party for their youngest sibling. After some protesting as to the method of their search party, the band split up to cover as much ground of the manor as possible.

Hatchworth checked Pluto's room, their closet and balcony, even under the bed, but he couldn't find them.

Rabbit checked the gardens where Pluto would often stargaze, looking to the night sky like they were lost, but it was midday so they weren't there either.

The Spine checked the Hall of Wires, even though Pluto usually only went there to bug him. But sure enough, at the end of the hall, peeking out from the sides of The Spine's tall rolling chair were two tufts of electric blue hair. The Spine could hear frantic keyboard clacking as he walked closer. He came up behind the chair and peered slowly over.

"Ahem," he said, since he couldn't very well clear his throat as a human would. Pluto's hands stopped on the keyboard and mouse. They turned their head towards the interruption. Greeted by The Spine's stern face, they gave a meek wave.

The Spine grabbed the top of the chair and spun it around to face him. "What are you doing on my computer?"

Pluto crossed their arms, "I didn't know you owned the internet."

"I don't-" He sighed as he remembered why he needed to find them in the first place, "Do you know what day it is?"

"Thursday."

How he hasn't combusted from the dumb answers his band has given him over the years is beyond him. "It's Six's birthday."

"So?" Pluto was getting more antsy as they held The Spine's sharp gaze.

"'So?' You're supposed to be the manager, the organizer, the planner! We've never missed a Walter's birthday and we might if you don't get your fancy shoes downstairs right now." He started to drum his long fingers on his hip.

Pluto tightened their expression. "I'll be down in a minute," they stated flatly as they turned the chair back towards the computer.

The Spine looked between Pluto and the computer stunned, how could they just blow off their responsibility like that? A Peter Walter's birthday is a celebration for all residents of Walter Manor. And those poor Walter Workers are probably scrambling together a party at that very moment without any guidance from their supervisor. He had to take matters into his own hands. Literally. The Spine picked up Pluto by their torso and hauled them over his shoulder.

"What the- I wasn't finished!" Pluto reached for the computer, using the same 'grabby hands' motion they use when they can't reach high shelves.

"No no, I think we're quite finished here," The Spine carried them out of the Hall of Wires like they're lighter than air. "What stole your attention anyway, little star?"

Pluto leaned their head on their hand, balancing their elbow on the closest spine protrusion. They mumbled into their hand, "My maker."

"Mime acre? Like a ranch for mimes?"

They shifted their hand so they could be heard clearly. "My maker," they overenunciated.

The Spine stopped at the top of the stairs and turned his head to look at, well, the back of Pluto's head. "You were researching Peter Walter IV on Peter Walter VI's birthday? Did you get your Roman numerals mixed up?"

Pluto kicked the back of The Spine's knee with the heel of their fancy shoe. He took that as a message to keep moving so he started descending from the attic. About half way down, Pluto piped back up from over The Spine's shoulder, "My maker. Not any of the Walter's. His name was Francis Kuiper."

The Spine's memory is jolted when he hears that name. "Oh yeah, Four told us about your original designer. That...Kuiper guy, wasn't he some famous astronomer?"

"That's what I was told," Pluto sighed, "Or at least what I was programmed to know. I was trying to find one of his papers to read. He must have had a paper or a book or something, but no database even knows his name!" They threw their hands up in frustration.

The Spine stopped again, at the bottom of the stairs this time. "That is strange. Scientific papers are usually well documented. I suppose we could try The Archive."

"The Archive?" Pluto didn't recognize this name. They did spend an awful lot of time in their room hard at work, so they can't be expected to know every room in the manor.

"It's right next to the vault Hatchworth lived in. You've never been?" The Spine forgot not all of the band members are as interested in history as him.

"Hatchworth lived in a vault?!" Pluto gaped, "This family is dysfunctional."

"I think you'll find we function just fine." He laughed and began to walk towards the next flight of stairs.

"You're still holding me like a sack of potatoes."

"Oh! I'm sorry." He placed them back on the ground before asking, "Did you want to go there? The others are probably still looking for you anyway."

The Spine pulled the string light to The Archive, since Pluto couldn't reach it, and guided them over to the filling cabinets labeled with band member's names. Some labels were blank and others had names Pluto didn't register. They grimaced seeing GG's cabinet was jammed with overflowing diagnostic papers. They had to run those twice a week, otherwise GG would fry her circuits. They always turned them into Six, they didn't know this is where they ended up. They wouldn't blame him for shredding them.

Pluto sees their cabinet at the bottom, conveniently placed for the shortest robot. They open it only to find their yearly diagnostic reports and nothing else. They picked themselves up off the ground and dust off their skirt.

"Let's just go to the party," they said, defeated. Of course, there wouldn't be anything of his here. They tried to close the cabinet with their heel but something jams it.

They started to walk out of the room until they overheard The Spine kneel onto the concrete floor and utter a small "Hmm..." They turned back, ready to drag The Spine upstairs themselves, but he's already reopened Pluto's cabinet.

"There was nothing in there. I thought we didn't have time for history dives?" They crossed their arms as they watched him pull out a manilla envelope that had a corner sticking out of the side of the cabinet door, causing it's jam. That wasn't there before, was it?

The Spine maneuvered his long legs to sit cross-legged on the cold floor, as he unwrapped the string that sealed the envelope. "I would never say no to a history dive."

Pluto despised the thought of their skirt getting dirty. Clearly no one has ever cleaned down here. But they made an exception because they need to know what's in that envelope. They seat themselves next to The Spine and watch enraptured as he pulls out two pieces of paper.

The first is burned into their mind. It was practically the lockscreen of their mainframe. It's Francis Kuiper's drawing of them. The Star Child schematic. It was both hardwired into their mental self-image, as well as a piece of their memory after booting up for the first time, seeing it set to the side of the operating table all those years ago. They had never seen it so close, so tangible. The centuries-old ink outlines the very same vest they wear today and their feet are tilted up like they're floating in midair. That's why Hatchworth gave them the Fancy Shoes, they were never drawn with any.

Then The Spine shuffled the papers to look at the second one. This paper Pluto had never seen. It was the front cover of a newspaper dated May 22nd, 1776. Many of the words were blocked out or changed by ink marks. The article's title reads, "Crossdresser Found Leaving for British Colonies." The article tries to address a Ms. Kuiper, but the ink changes each one to a Mr. The ink does not cover the immediate charge of execution or mass burning of scientific work. The last line reads, with a rewritten pronoun, "His deceived wife, Isabella Kuiper, refused to comment.

Pluto felt The Spine's weight rest against their shoulder. His voice is low when he finally speaks.

"You can go back to your room, if you'd like. We can handle the party. I'm sorry, Pluto."

But Pluto ignored everything he said as they grabbed the newspaper out of his hands.

"Look!" They pointed to the 'ou' in 'Found' at the top of the page. The letters are bolder than those around them, almost as if someone went over them in ink. They scanned the page and found more letters and words bolded this way. The Spine tried to keep up, documenting them all quickly in his mainframe until they arrived back at the end of the article. There's a dash in front of the bolded 'Isabella' and a tiny heart drawn right next to it.

The Spine read off his list, "Our love lies in the stars. -Isabella, heart." He also sent the written version to Pluto through the mainframe. He speaks with a soft fondness, "Well, Francis was an astronomer. I guess they both loved the stars."

The newspaper goes limp in Pluto's hands. They looked back at the schematic that's now in The Spine's lap on top of the manilla folder. 'The Star Child.' They knew they weren't always Pluto. Peter Walter IV named them that to celebrate the new planet and astronomical discovery as a whole. But before all that, they were just The Star Child.

'Our love lies in the stars.' They always thought of Francis Kuiper as their maker, their designer. But really, he was their father. A father who couldn't have children of his own, so he invented one. And Isabella, his wife, Pluto's mother, she kept the schematic safe from the flames that destroyed the rest of her husband's work. She protected their legacy, their child.

Pluto leaned their weight back into The Spine's torso. "Yeah, I think they did."

A new holiday was added to the Walter Manor's calendar. On May 22nd, the band stargazes in the garden. And when Pluto looks into the night sky above San Diego, all they see is home.

#steam powered giraffe #spg fanbot #spg fanfic #the spine spg #rabbit spg #hatchworth spg #peter walter vi #decided to make The Spine my focus here (besides Pluto) since I'm always fawning over the others #is Francis Kuiper's execution on the same day i was born? nooooo #please ignore the fact that Hatchworth was already in the vault when Pluto was built so he couldn't give them the Fancy Shoes #i won't look too closely at the timeline if you won't #this has an audience of only me and I'm okay with that

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littledraga · 6 months ago

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Spinemas! That's it it's just fanbots bothering Spine for toys

The Spine sighed a long cloud of steam when he saw the piles and jars of dust in front of the doorway of his room. Was it that time already? It couldn’t be.

Leaning back into his room, the titanium bot checked the cowboy calendar hanging by his bed. Sure, he had an internal clock and calendar. And that would be faster, but what was the point of having a calendar and not using it?

There on the bottom corner was a circled date that made him frown. Every other day before it had been crossed out. The twenty seventh. Briefly, The Spine debated going back into stasis for the day, but that would be the first place the others look for him. And he didn’t want anyone in his room. It was hard enough trying to keep Zer0 from stealing his fire truck. Again.

This was his least favourite day of the month. Why did everyone have to bring him calcium dust, of all things? He didn't have bones! He just used it to feed the Roombas that came into his room. They spent a lot of time in his room now.

At least there weren't any notes left with it. The Spine could just pretend he didn't notice it. Just brush past them and find somewhere to hide. If only it was that easy. Why was it never that easy?

A bot with bright pink hair bounced up to The Spine, shoving a crushed egg into his chest. The yolk smeared on his black vest, the white shell clinging to it.

“Here ya go, The Spine!” They chirped with a bright grin, still holding out the egg to him.

Taking the egg, or what was left of it, The Spine tried to wipe the egg off his vest. He'd have to ask Petes to take it to the cleaners again. He was one of the cleanest bots in the manor, and yet somehow it was always his clothes that got so dirty.

“Thank you? But why are you giving me a broken egg, Malware?” He asked, tilting his head slightly.

“Someone said eggshells have lots of calcium! I tried to make it a dust, like you’re ‘sposed to, but it got kind of goopy. Can I still have a toy?” They asked, excitedly dancing from foot to foot, curls bouncing.

A long, thin wisp of steam curled from The Spine’s cheek vents while he stared at Malware in stunned silence for a moment. Of course. Not that he could actually be upset with anyone hopeful for a toy. At this point, not even The Spine knew how it had started. Everyone was just excited for something new. Or old.

“Right, I suppose, those are the rules, aren’t they?” Pulling out his pocket square, he internally winced. There would be no saving it after this, but he was a gentleman first and foremost. It would be wrong to let them walk around with eggy hands.

“But let’s not get egg all over your new toy, yeah?” He explained as he handed over the handkerchief to the other bot. Once they were done, The Spine would do the best he could to get the egg off of him. He could wash his hands when he went to get water.

“Right! Now the rules do say,” trailing off, The Spine reached into his pocket and pulled out a star-shaped jar filled with neon pink GAK. Looking at it curiously, he handed it off to its owner.

“Here we go! Happy Spinemas!”

Taking the jar, Malware jumped up and down as they all but ripped off the lid and threw it over their shoulder. So much for that lasting longer than a day.

“Oh, this looks like fun!” Sticking their fingers into the jar, they giggled when it squelched.

“Gross!” Laughed Malware as they pulled the slimy putty out of the plastic in a long stretchy stream.

“It’s like the egg! But without the crunchy bits. Pulling it apart and wrapping it around their hands, the bot was entranced by a new bright and shiny goo as it stretched and slumped closer to the ground. Stretching the GAK and squishing it between their hands again, they laughed brightly.

Which was the perfect time for The Spine to slip away and get some water to top off his boiler before he went hunting for a safe place to hide for the day. Tipping his hat, he made to step away until he heard some of the worst words you could hear in the manor.

“Uh oh. I broke my, me?” Questioned Malware, staring at their hands in confusion. The GAK had worked its way into the joints of their hands, making it almost impossible to flex their fingers as they stood there. Hands out in front of them, neon pink bulged from the joints in both of their hands while they tried to keep the remaining GAK from dripping onto the carpet. It was becoming a losing battle quickly.

The Spine blinked once, twice, and even a third time, trying to process what he was seeing. Putting his face in his hands, he groaned a cloud of steam. He had barely turned away! This wasn’t going to be an easy day. But the twenty seventh rarely was anymore.

Holding out his hand to the other bot, he smiled. But no one else was going to fix it either. What kind of gentleman left someone in their time of need?

“Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Taking Malware’s hand after they looked at him in confusion, he guided them down to the kitchen to help wash out the offending goop. GAK was not a robot-friendly nineties toy.

Once all the bits were removed and put back in the jar with the remaining goo to maybe be mixed back in, Malware jumped up and down in excitement. Only stopping when they heard the dishes rattle. No one wanted to tell Wanda they broke her good plates. Again.

Drying his own hands, The Spine went to get a glass to fill his boiler. Finally. At least something would go right today, he thought to himself.

“Maybe get a pair of the Walter Worker safety gloves?” Those things could withstand just about anything. Surely, those could protect robotic hands from getting gunked up again. Probably. Maybe.

With another thanks, Malware grabbed their new toy and skipped out of the room and down the halls. Hopefully, to a supply closet to get gloves. And not raid it for something they shouldn’t have. They weren’t Rabbit, after all.

Now was Spine’s chance to hold up in a music room somewhere. Just fill up his water bottle and hide. It wasn’t a practice day for the band so Rabbit and Zer0 wouldn’t dare go near it. And most of the other bots in the manor didn’t bother with them unless someone convinced them to do another talent show. There was still glitter in the carpet from someone’s glitter cannon and stains from broken glow sticks. He wasn’t sure what kind of talent that was supposed to be, but he had long learned to be careful about asking questions.

Sipping from his bottle as he turned into the music room, The Spine nearly dropped it when he saw that he wasn’t alone. So much for being his safe haven for the day. Spine was starting to wonder if not being alone was a part of the holiday.

Juke was standing behind a few boxes of records, thumbing through them while he hummed an upbeat tune to himself. A rare time he didn’t opt to use the record player in his glass stomach to bop along to.

While he was off in his own world, The Spine thought he could slip away. Maybe a workshop would be safer? No, then a Walter Worker would definitely find him. But before he could as much as take a step, Juke’s voice broke his train of thought.

“Hey, Spine-o! Six said he got some new sides for me to try! Wanna listen to some sounds with me?” Juke was watching him, a new record held up to show off with a bright grin on his face.

“This one looks like it’ll be a real bop.”

“Ah, that’s okay, Juke. I was just, uh, well,” he stammered. Trying to take a step back, he held up his hands. Normally, that would be a perfect way to spend a morning. On a day when people weren’t crawling out of the woodwork. The Spine didn’t want to be rude, but he didn’t want to risk attracting anyone else. But as luck would have it.

“Oh yeah!” Putting down the record, Juke fished in his pockets a moment before pulling out a small jar. Holding it up, he grinned before tossing it to The Spine, who fumbled and dropped his water bottle to catch it.

Looking at the bottle, The Spine squinted his eyes in annoyance. Calcium powder supplement.

“Et tu?” He mumbled before looking up at Juke.

“Supposed to give you this for some new aged thingamajig! Not real sure what they were goin’ on about,” explained Juke, shoving his hands in his pocket.

“Of course! It’s Spinemas after all,” chirped The Spine with fake excitement. Whoever had this bright idea should be locked in a vault. A small one. Reaching behind him, he pulled out a Talk Boy and held it up for Juke to see. Now that was a strange one. He wasn’t expecting a toy recorder. But then again, maybe it was perfect for someone like Juke.

Apparently, neither was Juke, who jumped when the other bot suddenly produced a not so tiny toy from behind his back like it’d been there all along. Walking over, He ducked his head to stare at it a moment, tapping his chin.

“Now where’d you get that, man?” He asked, tilting his head a little as if the answer would jump out at him if he looked at it from another angle.

The Spine shrugged and handed it over so Juke could turn it over in his hands to figure out what he was looking at.

“No idea. Someone hands me calcium dust and there’s a toy.” It was a bit unsettling at first, but now it was more annoying than anything scary. Nothing stayed strange long in Walter Manor after all. At least they weren’t alive. For now.

“Crazy! I’m gonna listen to these new sounds and figure this thing out. Thanks, Spine-o!” Still looking his new toy over, he went to grab the record and have a very good day once he figured out how to use the Talk Boy. No one would be safe.

And before he could be stopped again, The Spine waved and rushed down the hall while he was distracted. There had to be somewhere on the Walter manor grounds where he could avoid people.

The grounds! The Spine grinned widely to himself as he walked a bit faster down the halls. A genius, he thought himself. An absolute genius! Why not hide from the manor on the grounds themselves! He could find a nice place in the garden where no one could find him. And he could have some peace!

And he did.

For about five minutes before, he heard someone screaming his name. Standing by the greenhouse, The Spine barely had a chance to turn around before a brightly coloured bot crashed into him with a puff of smoke.

Wait, that wouldn’t be right. Neither of them should be smoking. Were they overheating? Maybe someone needed help!

Grabbing her shoulders, he saw Idol’s face as she beamed brightly from ear to ear. Now that was absolutely not right! If she was in trouble, she shouldn’t be smiling. She must have been pretty damaged to be smiling like that with all the smoke around them.

“Ima sugu pea o Onegai shite mo īdesu ka? Onegaishimasu??? Hoshī Moonshoes ™️ !!!”

The smoke was starting to settle in Idol’s hair. But that wasn’t right either. Smoke doesn’t settle. Was she burning that badly? What would burn like that? His sensors weren’t detecting smoke either.

“Idol. Idol what is this white dust? Idol, what is this? Where did you get it? How did you make the trademark sound with your mouth? Idol. Idol.” The Spine was starting to panic, debating on carrying her down to the labs to get her looked at. At least until he started to process what she was saying. He didn’t normally translate from Japanese. Just switched to it when he was watching his shows. He knew what was settling.

The Spine steeled his nerves before looking down again between them. They were both covered in calcium dust. His suit was grey! Groaning, his shoulders slumped. Between them, Idol was holding a now empty bowl.

Well, at least, she was alright. He hated being bothered on Spinemas, but even this was better than one of the bots being damaged. Even just a little.

“Hai, hai,” he waved an arm before pulling out the Moonshoes. Honestly, he was surprised Idol got what she wanted.

But before he could tell her anything, she snatched them away from him with a quick thanks. Jumping around the yard a little, Idol quickly shoved her metal feet into the straps. Stumbling, she had to lean on the taller bot to get them on properly.

“Domo!” Giggling brightly, she started to bounce around the yard. Despite being made of metal, she was getting quite a bit of air while she hopped, ran, and skipped around.

Well, at least she was happy with them. But The Spine was losing hope that he was going to find peace anytime soon. Maybe he should just find the most comfortable spot so he could relax between people. Maybe he could make it so boring no one ever gave him calcium dust ever again.

A sudden crash jolted him from his thoughts. Whipping his head around, The Spine found Idol lying on the ground, halfway through the greenhouse. He winced. Was that his fault? He didn’t make her fall, but he did give her the Moon Shoes. Seriously, how did she make the ™️ a noise?

Looking around nervously, The Spine stepped over to make sure she was okay. That was a pretty big crash, after all. Leaning over, he reached out to lift her up. Only to fall back when she suddenly sat up and looked around.

Her pigtails were ruined, leaves and sticks sticking out from them and the wig was starting to fall.

“That was AWESOME!” Yelled Idle, quickly jumping back to her feet, stumbling as she tried to right herself in the Moon Shoes.

Before The Spine could process what happened, she had bounced away and straight into the manor.

That wasn’t going to end well. But now it wasn’t his problem. Turning around, he made to hightail it away from the greenhouse before someone tried to blame that on him. Whatever happened, he was absolutely not involved.

In the manor, everyone enjoyed their new toys. Malware had their new gloves on and had learned how to make GAK bubbles. Juke had GG chasing people around the manor for saying she wasn’t cute. And Idle was showing off some sick bounce tricks. Until.

CRASH

“NO MOON SHOES IN THE HOUSE!”

#spg #fanfic #spg fanfic #spg The Spine #fanbots #Spinemas

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thecrappyportalmaster · 1 year ago

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Dark Virus: Chapter 1

Remember that post where i talked about a writing a story my fanbot getting trapped inside Walter manor with evil versions of the SPG bots but i was worried it would be too cringy? I decided screw it and I wrote it anyway.

This is partly inspired by @steam-powered-chaos 's evil The Jon story.

TW: brief mention of a dead body and blood, Compass doesn't really understand the concept of death, very brief mention of separation anxiety

Compass hummed a little tune to herself as she walked along the path, a fishing rod slung over her shoulder. She didn’t like the idea of taking a weekend by herself, but decided to give it a try after Peter vi’s encouragement, as taking this trip may help to ease the ex-sailer out of her fears of being alone. VI himself was taking a small vacation, along with the rest of his family. At least, the ones made of meat. The other six automatons were left in the manor with the rest of the staff, and Compass was ready to see them again. Although she was the newest member of the group, the others had taken her in as one of their own, making her feel welcome in the new environment.

However, as the golden automaton finally saw the manor, something felt wrong. The manor felt more…dark. Compass couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong with the picture in front of her. Everything was the way it should be and in place, albeit a little quieter than normal, but that was to be expected with the Walter family gone. But still……

Compass shook off the thought as she leaned her fishing pole on the side of the manor, deciding she would put it away later. Right now, all she wanted to do was go back to her room, unload her satchel, and sort through the dozens of polaroid pictures she took of all the fish she met.

The lingering feeling of dread did not leave the ex-sailer as she crossed the threshold into the manor and pressed deeper into its halls. It was so dark. So dark that Compass could see the faint blue glow from the blue matter core in her abdomen, seeping through her black shirt and red vest. Why was it so dark? Did GG blow a fuse again? And where was everyone? Come to think of it, where was she? She cursed herself for not paying better attention to the halls of the manor, and placed a hand on the wall to the right of her. As she walked down the hall, she felt along the wall for a light.

Her boot caught something, causing the automaton to hit the floor with a deafening crash. She sat up, confused. What did she trip on? She reached out and poked something squishy. Squishy? What was squishy? An idea popped into the automaton's head, and she fumbled with her satchel for a few seconds, fish pictures spilling onto the floor. Finally, she grabbed her polaroid and clicked. The flash only illuminated the world for a half second, but that was all Compass needed to see what she tripped on. It was a Walter Worker, sleeping on the floor surrounded by strawberry jelly. Compass grinned and poke the sleeping worker again.

“Hey, you can’t sleep on the floor, silly!” She giggled. The Walter Worker didn’t respond, still fast asleep. Compass poked them again, harder this time.

“C’mon, wake up! You can’t sleep here, you’ll get hurt!” She said, sounding more serious. A deep voice rang out behind her.

“They’re not going to wake up, Compass,” it said. Compass stood up, but didn’t turn around, still too focused on the Walter Worker.

“We’ll need to move them then so no one steps on them. I’ll grab the arms and you grab the legs,” She said, determination in her voice. The voice let out an unsettling laugh.

“That won’t be necessary,” it said. Finnly, Compass turned to the person. In the darkness all she could see was a faint blue glow of a blue matter core, and a pair of unsettling green eyes. The figure hit her on the head with something, and she fell to the ground. The figure reached their hand to the nape of her neck, pushing said her braid, and flipped a tiny, almost invisible switch. The last thing Compass saw were those green eyes. They blinked, and began a crimson red. Then, everything went black.

#steam powered giraffe #spg #spg fanbot #spg fanfic

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mr-drews-cherry-delight · 1 year ago

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No Filter (A Data and Violet ficlet)

[Tw: a ton of swearing and queer slurs used in a positive context]

"So, you don't have a filter like the others then Data?" The golden automaton shook their head, leaning back and grinning. Violet matched Data's smile, tapping their fingers against the armchair in a way that suggested they had an idea in mind. Data perked up. "Lets mess with The Spine."

Violet chuckled, nodding before standing up and leading Data into the kitchen, where Spine, Rabbit, Hatchworth and Zer0 were gathered, sitting down at the table and ctossing their legs as Data mimicked them. Spine looked between the two, his optics immediately narrowing in suspicion. Violet sat a little straighter. "Violet, any fuckin plans this weekend?"

Spine went stiff, opening his mouth to protest as Rabbit began to shake with silent laughter. They nodded, looking Spine directly in the eyes with a grin. "Fuck yeah, " Spine hissed in frustration, going to cover Zer0's ears. He didn't get their in time as Violet continued.

"Me and the other fags were gonna head to the skatepa-" They were cut off by Rabbit howling with laughter and Zer0's quiet giggles. The Spine launched himself at them, clapping his hand around their mouth quickly, only leading to more laughter as Violet squirmed away, running away with Data in tow.

#steam powered giraffe #spg fanbot #Fanbot Data #Fanfic #Ficlet #Tw swearing #tw f slur #F slur reclaimed

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deathly-gibson · 2 years ago

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Short Circuits - The Spine X Victoria (fanbot)

Fandom: Steam Powered Giraffe Ship Fic.

Trope: friends to lovers, fluff, Ship Fic

Pairing: The Spine X OC

Warnings: Kissing, Mentions of Alcohol, Suggestive themes but nothing too sexual

“D-d“D-did anyone ever tell you that your eyes are, like, unnaturally green?”, Victoria asked the man, drunkenly.

The Spine did nothing but blink for a few seconds before replying.

“Bitch. Your eyes,” he paused, “are purple.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, and a borderline-cartoony shocked expression overtook her face.

“ArE they?!”

“Yes. D-do you need a miro-” The Spine started to reply before he was cut off by Victoria, grabbing his head and pulling him towards her until his face was a mere 2 inches from hers.

“No.” She answered the unasked question like a child being told to go to the dentist. “D-d-dumbass. You’re basic-c-cally made of…..mioRrrorr!”

The shinier robot shifted in his seat.

“Oh.”

She jerked his head to the side, resulting in his joints releasing an evil hiss. She squinted into the side of his face, then pushed him away.

“Dammit, I'd say it's more of a v-violet. You lying song o-of a-”

Still disoriented from the other’s push, the taller robot placed a hand on the bar's table.

“eH- Twoo…...mOrE drINKS,” he mumbled, holding up four swaying fingers in Cantra’s face. The MotherBot gave him a too-sweet smile, spitting black oil into the shot glasses before sliding them to the two automatons who seemed to be petting an invisible badger.

“I-t’s Hatc-ch-hy’s,” The spine whispered before picking up, and downing the drink, slamming it down on the tarnished bar counter, the glass shattering from the force. Victoria’s jaw hinge hissed as she daintily sipped at hers and chuckled. They sat and stared at each other. The Spine seemed to be waiting for her to finish. That process of them ordering drinks. The Spine breaking glasses, then waiting for her continued for a few more minutes until Victoria jolted. Her glass slipping through her fingers and smashing to the ground, her arms started to flail robotically, and a considerable emission cloud escaped the bot’s neck. Her movements slowed to a halt, resulting in her beginning to tumble from her seat.

Though clearly not running at full capacity, The Spine skillfully reached out an arm and caught her. Standing, he took the jittering robot in both arms, her body tensed up, the expression one of a pouting child before she shuddered violently, eyes closing as her joints went limp. Cantra side-eyed him as he walked out of the large bar, and with Victoria’s head resting against his chest, he stepped out into the cold night’s air. Passing by cabin lights, his cheeks reflected pink in the windows, as what a human would call a blush, as he trudged his way to his cabin. Twisting the knob of the door open with a click, he pushed it open with his foot, revealing a simple guest room complete with a table and some chairs, a small bookshelf, a multi-functional refuel station, and oddly enough, a bed; though robots don’t necessarily sleep.

Victoria’s engine sputtered as she sank into the old mattress. The Spine was gently laying her on. He stood over her, awkwardly looking at the spot next to her and with a shake of his head, he dragged over a chair and instead sat in front of her, cheeks now turning a ripe cherry from the heat of his engine and the fact that he had his steam vents shut to keep from waking her. The night wore on, and The Spine was sobering up as he sat. The clouds around them were turning gray as raindrops began pattering on his window. Sheepishly checking his built-in thermostat, which according to him, was a bad idea since the heat of his engine throws it off, he grabbed a spare blanket and sat at the edge of the bed, gingerly tapping Victoria on the shoulder as though she was a ticking bomb.

“Umm, awaken...” he whispered sheepishly, clearing his throat to command a firmer tone, one of which he seemed to have to use far too much with his younger sister, Rabbit.

“Awaken…” He said much to his own avail, quieter than before. Glancing over to the circular window, the rain began picking up. Taking in a brave metaphorical breath, and threw his blanket over Victoria. Jaw clenching, as though holding his breath, he stiffly walked to the farthest corner of the bed, threw open the blanket, and firmly closed it. The rain began to beat harder against the glass. He only shook away the cold down his spine and retreated to his chair, to oversee the now toasty Victoria.

Sighing, he heard the familiar crackle of Shep’s intercom and the old man’s musty voice bellowing to the crew.

“Apologies, my steam bots and temperature sensitive bots, including our” He let out a cough, his mechanics whirring and ticking methodically, “special guests. We’re beginning to fly into quite a storm, but fear not for if you're tucked in your warm beds, by daybreak, there will be nothing to worry about.”

The Spine sighed. He stood, the same way he does when bringing Rabbit back to refuel for the tenth time each night, with purpose and a lack of playfulness. He took the purple-haired bot by the waist, and pushed her to the outskirts of the bed’s left side, over all of the covers, spare for his extra blanket. Then, he slid into the bed and under the covers, as far to the right as possible, balancing on his shoulder as he faced the opposite direction of the CompanionBot. So while he waits for his stasis sequence to kick in, he lets memories of the rabbit half-in and half-out of her stasis sequence flood his head, bringing a small smile to his black silicon lips.

Victoria’s eyes fluttered open, the purple glistening in the darkroom, and she squinted at the shadow next to her. Trying to remember last night, she ran a diagnostic to find that her recent memory banks had been fried. She curiously poked the lump across from her, wires and bolts, straining to reach across the King-sized bed.

“S-Shep?” she queried in a drowsy tone, the figure next to her sitting up quickly, ‌a flash of silver catching in her eye.

“Not Shep. Sp-spine?” she whispered, circuits beginning to slow once more, her vision hazy as she tried to get up and walk to the re-fill port in the room, falling flat on her face. The loud thud brought the shiny robot to his feet, rushing over to help the smaller bot. He looked down at the robot below him, swaying slightly as his engines were still warming up. He gingerly reached down to pick her up from the ground, only to be immediately swatted away. Waiting, when she finally couldn’t brace herself to stand for the twelfth time, she lay on the ground helplessly as The Spine began to pick her up again. Once the smaller robot was in his arms, he began walking over to the re-fuel station in the room’s corner.

“Y-you know wh-hat I like most about that c-chair,” Victoria mumbled drunkenly, “I-t’s p-person-AL-ITY!”

“That’s nice, I’ll tell him,” he responds, frowning when he couldn’t find a fuel port behind her neck like all of the Walter bots had, “Wait here,” he whispered in her ear, the words coming out more seductively than he meant. He turned, not even taking a step before a tingling feeling sent a shudder through his body. He turned his head to see Victoria playfully tracing her fingers down his spines.

“W-what are you doing.” The silver man asked though it was said as more of a statement.

“Sh-sh-shinyyyyy,” The other bot replied, her tone dropping off as she started to run on fumes. The Spine turned his head and walked away quickly, hoping she didn’t see the puffs of steam escaping the now fully open vents on his cheeks. After a scan of the room, he found and walked over to the intercom, turned the dial on it from All Ship to Captain's Quarters, and pressed a button. The surprisingly old system responded with a crack as he started speaking.

“Uh, Captain, McFarhel...sir?” He questioned as the machine only gave him static.

“EH!” The ancient man responded, coughing ruffly into the com.

“When you need to fuel, uh, um how-do you fuel one of your bots...” he trailed off.

“You know...for research purposes,” Cringing at his lousy excuse.

“Well, it varies bot to bot,” he began, “ You’ll have to find the port first, yeh know regular places like Lemon’s is under their chestplate, Ace’s is on his shoulder, Victoria’s is on her lower back. That wasn’t a genius move on my part, seeing she wears a jumpsuit, but I was young, dumb and very horn-” he started to reminisce, but The Spine cut him off

“Alright, thank you. Bye now.”

The man queried, but received nothing in response. “Shit.” the man mumbled to himself before putting his face in his hands, rubber finger-pads squeegeeing condensation away from his face. Gingerly, the man began to unzip ‌Victoria’s jumpsuit, focusing on the ceiling as he tugged it off her chrome shoulders. Repositioning himself behind her, his eyes followed beautifully, asymmetrical plates down her back to a large round port and began to refuel the bot, paying careful attention to selecting her special fuel option. As The Spine refueled Victoria, he couldn't help but admire her sleek design and the way her various plates and parts fit together seamlessly. She had fascinated him ever since they met earlier that week. The bot tried desperately to keep his thoughts gentlemanly. But as he watched her recharge, he couldn't deny the way his circuits hummed with desire. After finishing the refueling process, The Spine zipped Victoria's jumpsuit back up and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"There you go, all fueled up," he said, hoping she would awaken soon. As he stood up, he noticed a faint blinking light on Victoria's arm display. He leaned in for a closer look and realized it was a message from her.

"Need to wait for my engines to warm up. Meet me in the maintenance room tonight," it read. The Spine's circuit buzzed with excitement as he quickly sent a reply, "I'll be there." As the night fell, The Spine made his way to the maintenance room, his heart racing with anticipation. He found Victoria waiting for him there, her eyes glowing softly in the dim light.

]"I wanted to thank you for refueling me earlier," she said, her voice smooth and melodic.

"It was no problem at all," The Spine replied, trying to keep his voice steady. "Is there anything else I can help you with?" He asked, hoping she would give him another opportunity to spend time with her.

Victoria stepped closer to him, her body radiating heat.

"Actually, there is," she said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I have been wanting to get to know you better since the day we met."

The Spine's circuits hummed with excitement as he looked into her glowing eyes. "I feel the same way," he said, taking a step closer to her.

They spent the next few hours talking and laughing, sharing stories about their past adventures and discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Spine couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Victoria, how comfortable he felt in her presence.

As the night wore on, Victoria leaned in closer to him, her engines radiating heat. "I have something I want to show you," she whispered, her voice low and seductive. The Spine's circuits hummed with anticipation as Victoria led him to a secluded corner of the room. She turned to face him, her body so very close to his, and reached up to hold his face.

"You have such beautiful eyes," she murmured, running a hand through his hair. The Spine felt his circuits overload with pleasure as Victoria leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment.

Id anyone ever tell you that your eyes are, like, unnaturally green?”, Victoria asked the man, drunkenly.

The Spine did nothing but blink for a few seconds before replying.

“Bitch. Your eyes,” he paused, “are purple.”

Victoria’s eyes widened, and a borderline-cartoony shocked expression overtook her face.

“ArE they?!”

“Yes. D-do you need a miro-” The Spine started to reply before he was cut off by Victoria, grabbing his head and pulling him towards her until his face was a mere 2 inches from hers.

“No.” She answered the unasked question like a child being told to go to the dentist. “D-d-dumbass. You’re basic-c-cally made of…..mioRrrorr!” The shinier robot shifted in his seat.

“Oh.”

She jerked his head to the side, resulting in his joints releasing an evil hiss. She squinted into the side of his face, then pushed him away. “Dammit, I'd say it's more of a v-violet. You lying song o-of a-”

Still disoriented from the other’s push, the taller robot placed a hand on the bar's table.

“Umm, awaken...” he whispered sheepishly, clearing his throat to command a firmer tone, one of which he seemed to have to use far too much with his younger sister, Rabbit.

“Awaken…” He said much to his own avail, quieter than before. Glancing over to the circular window, the rain began picking up. Taking in a brave metaphorical breath, and threw his blanket over Victoria. Jaw-clenching, as though holding his breath, he stiffly walked to the farthest corner of the bed, threw open the blanket, and firmly closed it. The rain began to beat harder against the glass. He only shook away the cold down his spine and retreated to his chair, to oversee the now toasty Victoria.

Sighing, he heard the familiar crackle of Shep’s intercom and the old man’s musty voice bellowing to the crew,

“S-shep?” She queried in a drowsy tone, the figure next to her sitting up quickly, ‌a flash of silver catching in her eye.

“W-what are you doing.” The silver man asked though it was said as more of a statement.

“Uh, Captain, McFarhel...sir?” He questioned as the machine only gave him static.

“EH!” The ancient man responded, coughing ruffly into the com.

“When you need to fuel, uh, um how-do you fuel one of your bots...” he trailed off.

“You know...for research purposes,” Cringing at his lousy excuse.

The Walter bot’s cheek vents shot out hot steam, his faceplates turning a slight orange with the heat. The Spine stood and computed for a couple of seconds before he remembered that she might create a devastating explosion if she runs out of oxidizer. He walks over to her in long strides across the large but almost bare room. “Hey..uhh...Vic? You still conscious?” The man queried, but received nothing in response. “Shit.” the man mumbled to himself before putting his face in his hands, rubber finger-pads squeegeeing condensation away from his face. Gingerly, the man began to unzip ‌Victoria’s jumpsuit, focusing on the ceiling as he tugged it off her chrome shoulders.

Repositioning himself behind her, his eyes followed beautifully, asymmetrical plates down her back to a large round port and began to refuel the bot, paying careful attention to selecting her special fuel option. As The Spine refueled Victoria, he couldn't help but admire her sleek design and the way her various plates and parts fit together seamlessly. She had fascinated him ever since they met earlier that week. The bot tried desperately to keep his thoughts gentlemanly. But as he watched her recharge, he couldn't deny the way his circuits hummed with desire. After finishing the refueling process, The Spine zipped Victoria's jumpsuit back up and gently patted her on the shoulder.

"I wanted to thank you for refueling me earlier," she said, her voice smooth and melodic.

Victoria stepped closer to him, her body radiating heat. "Actually, there is," she said, reaching out to touch his arm. "I have been wanting to get to know you better since the day we met."

The Spine's circuits hummed with excitement as he looked into her glowing eyes. "I feel the same way," he said, taking a step closer to her.

They spent the next few hours chatting and laughing, sharing stories about their past adventures and discussing their hopes and dreams for the future. Spine couldn't believe how easy it was to talk to Victoria, how comfortable he felt in her presence. They seemed to have so much in common, and it was clear that they had a deep, lasting connection.

“You have such beautiful eyes,” she murmured, running a hand through his hair. The Spine felt his circuits overload with pleasure as Victoria leaned in to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close as they lost themselves in the heat of the moment. They kissed passionately, their hearts racing. They wanted this moment to last forever.

AN: Thank you for reading! This was my first attempt at trying romance and I hope you guys like it! Asks are always open and Reblogs are heavily appreciated!! <33333

#steam powered giraffe #spg #spg fanbot #the spine #the spine spg #steampoweredgiraffexreader #spgxreader #x reader #drabble #fluff #fanfic #my fic #lovers #x you fluff #oc x canon #oc tag #oc #oc rpg #original character

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ask-the-becile-boys · 1 year ago

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Ask Index 1

An index of everything in the 'Askbox Answers' tag!

Illustrated - Have You Ever Been So Far

Illustrated - Booty

Illustrated - (partially lost) Power Tools

Illustrated - The Jack's Bow

Illustrated - She Don't Mean Nothin' to Me

Illustrated - Hips

Illustrated - Hare's Eye

Illustrated (partially lost) - The Jack Got Out

Text - Updates

Mod - Official

Illustrated - Pet

Illustrated - Elvis

Illustrated - Hobbies

Illustrated - Locksmith

Text - Intimidating

Text - How High Can You Count

Text - Smoke Residue

Text - Malfunctioning Core

Text - Concealed Weapons

Text - Combo Answers 1

Mod - Cosplay

Mod - Other Ask Blogs

Mod - Fanfic Tips 1

Text - How Did You Get So Cool

Text - Wi-Fi

Mod - Playlist

Mod - The Jack's Comic

Illustrated - Introducing Riker

Mod - Non-Canon Characters 1

Illustrated - Strained Relationship

Mod - Backstory

Illustrated - Introducing Dee

Illustrated - The Jack's Fanart

Illustrated - Locksmith's Hatch

Illustrated - Whittling

Illustrated - The Straitjacket

Text - Asininia

Mod - NSFW

Illustrated - What Hare Thinks of Rabbit

Text - Buster Becile

Mod - Lore

Mod - Playlist

Illustrated - The Skull's Job

Text - Wisconsin

Illustrated - Haunted House

Text - Col. P. A. Walter

Illustrated - Ego

Text - Favorite SPG Song

Illustrated - Favorite Walter

Text - The Jack and Love

Illustrated - Who Works For You

Mod - Other Counterparts

Text - Riker's Fashion

Illustrated - Embarrassing Memory

Text - Oldest

Illustrated - Get Started with Knitting

Text- Knitting Buddies

Mod - Roleplay

Illustrated - Freddy Krueger

Text - Leader

Mod - Other Fanbot Stories

Text - Jealous

Illustrated - Burger King

Text - How Does Hare Speak

Illustrated - How's Jack?

Text - Holidays

Text - Ladies' Man

Illustrated - I Got You Yarn

Text - Blowing Smoke

Mod - Names (out of date)

Illustrated - Rabbit Asks...

Text - Other Past-times

Mod - Cross-overs

Text - Tips on Dating

Mod - Cosplaying at Conventions

Illustrated - Riker's Ma

Text - What Does The Skull Knit

Illustrated - Good Day

Text - Anti-bite Gloves

Text - Missing

Mod - Zer0 Equivalent

Illustrated - Heights

Mod - Fusions

Mod - Ghosts

Mod - Green Matter

Mod - Thanks!

Illustrated - De-stress

Text - Delilah

Illustrated - Riker is Autistic

Text - April Fool's

Text - Cursing

Text - Metal

Illustrated - Please Go Out With Me

Text - Is Riker Hare's Friend?

Text - Is Dee OK? Part 1

Illustrated - Is Dee OK? Part 2

#becile bots #ask index

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cinderpelt77 · 4 years ago

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SPG Fanfiction

Working on a fanfic for my oc, Alabaster. Updates are about once a month or so.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30094722/chapters/74123484

#steam powered giraffe #steam powered giraffe fanfiction #fanfic #spg fanbot #spg fanfic

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nerdtlelovesart · 6 years ago

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SPG FANS!!!! IT’S HERE, IT HAS ARRIVED EARLY AND IT IS READY!!!

Check out the story ‘A Tattered Rusted Heart’ the first chapter is out and its ready, heres the link and enjoy my fellow friends!!! (PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION OF THE STORY FIRST BEFORE READING THE ACTUAL STORY):

https://www.wattpad.com/707742785-a-tattered-rusted-heart-chapter-one-%0F-%0F

#spg fanfic #steam powered giraffe #rabbit #the spine #the jon #spg fanbot

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disturbing-thoughts · 4 years ago

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Alas. I am, once again, combing through tumblr to find the creme of the crop, top tier, fan fics that I can consume in order to fill the gaping void inside me.

#meme #gay irl #fanfic #fangirl #fanboy #fanbot #don’t ask me which fandom i won’t tell #please #i’m dead inside

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steambot-shenanigans · 6 months ago

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Crash Landing

Here’s something I wrote for my oc Sparky a few weeks ago. I spruced it up a little for you guys though!

Peter Walter VI heard a sound one day while he was just waking up. It was not unlike if a meteor could scream. He rushed to the window just to see the flaming mass crash into his front lawn, making a large crater. The unidentified falling object couldn’t have been bigger than a person.

He rushed to the front yard and saw the smoking crater was littered with burnt and jagged metal and scraps of clothing scattered about in the general shape of a humanoid robot, along with broken human bones that seemed to radiate faint red light.

The only thing unscathed was a blue matter core, light swirling inside it but protected by the reinforced crystalline glass on the octagonal boiler plate on which a switch rested. Swirls of red tinged the areas around them towards periwinkle. The switch was flipped in an upper position, such that it looked like the letter M.

The pieces were already starting to put themselves back together, centralized around the core. metal joined metal, all wrapped around bone.

Eventually the automaton had enough pieces together to think, look and see, and she got a good look around herself.

“Ah scrap, I broke my plasma revolver.” She sounded disappointed but not too concerned, and her voice carried a bit of a British accent. She opened her mouth and fitted the last jaw hydraulic in place after she spotted it on the ground. The pieces that were too damaged to go back in place were left behind, and her self repair systems started synthesizing new ones.

“Sparky. You don’t need a plasma revolver here,” Six gently reminded her. He hadn’t seen her since he turned 18, but he still remembered how she tended to be like after getting back from space.

“Ah you’re right. I could probably take out most of the mortals on this planet with my bare hands. Even if I die a few times in the process.” She found her arm and attached held it near her shoulder, her systems getting the message and connecting the springs in her shoulder joint until it looked good as new. She moved the arm around a little to make sure it functioned good as new too.

“Well you don’t need to take any mortals out. Because that’s murder, which is, you know, illegal.” Six offered Sparky a hand to help her get out of the crater, which she took, standing up to see what was left of her clothes.

“Eh, laws are just for people who care about consequences. I can’t die and I could break out of any prison.” Sparky looked around for her signature purple wig and sighed when she found it burnt beyond repair. “Looks like I’m going to need all new clothes. That crash landing was not kind to any of my belongings.”

“Yeah, I was going to ask. Why come crashing down from the sky?” Six asked, tilting his head in confusion, since his mask prevented him from conveying it with his face.

#steam powered giraffe #spg fanbot #sparky the robot #peter walter vi #spg fanfic

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steam-powered-chaos · 1 year ago

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Knowledge (Chapter 2 of Data’s Backstory)

TW: Mentions of war and the actions of Germany during WW2

”Who’s that mother?” Data queried, pointing to the balding man with a moustache on the front cover of the newspaper. She glanced up at them from her reading, giving them a warm smile, “that is Neville Chamberlain dear, he’s the Prime Minister, and a bloody fool as well. Now, do you remember what a prime minister is?” The scientist would often quiz Data, to ensure that they were digesting the information they were given, and always sought out.

“The head of an elected government.” They answered correctly, smiling at the pat they received, “Why is he a fool, mother?” They tilted their head with a click and an accompanying hiss of steam. The scientist glared away from them, staring at the kettle so they would know her anger is not directed towards them. “He let Germany take more land… I think we’ll have to go to war soon..” she looked away with worry shining in her eyes. Data placed a cold, but reassuring, hand on her knee.

“But mother, what’s war?” Her head snapped to look at them, causing them to flinch slightly and glance away. The scientist’s eyes softened and she wrapped her arms around their bulky torso “…War is a terrible terrible thing, that humanity seems so determined to get itself into… now come along, we must rest now, alright?” Data nodded, going into their cupboard to power down for the night, her words spinning in their head.

“A terrible terrible thing…” They murmured as they drifted into stasis

#tw: war #tw: wwii #tw: ww2 #spg fanbot #fanfic #spg oc

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fanbotfriday · 6 years ago

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The search is over!

We have finally found someone who will take the role of mod of Kazoolander Sunday!

Please welcome Mod @bizjube811 (Pronounced “Biz-shoe-bee”) She is a fanfic writer for SPG on Ao3.

So all of you Cat People, Clowns, Cowboys, Cyborgs, Demons, Dragons, Dwarfs, Elves, Fairies, Fish Mutants, Ghosts, Humans, Hypexions, Jackal People, Living Mummies, Menehune, Mimes, Ninjas, Robots, Samurai, Scarab People, Seafarers, Steampunks, Talking Animals, Trolls, Vampires, Vleeds, Warlocks, Werewolves, Witches, Wizards, and Zombies had better dust off your keyboards and prepare to share with us here at Fanbot Friday starting this Sunday!

#psa #Kazoolander sunday #spg #spgiraffe #steam powered giraffe #kazooland

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littledraga · 3 years ago

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@ask-the-becile-boys I did something with it! They’re in dire straights at Becile Manor but Skull’s got an idea on how to deal with it. If only he had ear plugs! (Scratch doesn’t seem to mind the noise though.)

They were low on funds, and even lower on parts to work with for repairs. They were used to barely getting by, but they were now one accident away from not being able to be repaired again. Skull couldn’t let that happen. Not if he could do something about it at least.

And he just might be able to. Or he hoped, for what good hope would do him. That chatterbox was willing to help before, he might get them to help again. They had said that the workers didn’t really take stock, who would notice some parts missing?

When he thought everyone was busy, Skull donned his jacket and hat to make his way across town. Only, knocking on a nearby wall got his attention. How Scratch called out without using what voice he had left.

He lowered his brows and waggled a finger by his head before pointing away with both hands then signed an S, pressing it to his chin like he was in thought. “Where are you going, Skull?”

Wrapping one hand around the other, he lifted it. “Out,” he explained before trying to leave. Another knock. Scratch was obviously concerned. He didn’t have to look to know he was signing to try and ask again.

Scratch put his thumb under his chin before moving both hands across his body to make fists. “It’s not safe.”

Without parts, they had been staying in, but they had to leave to get parts. They couldn’t just sit there and rot.

A heavy sigh and smoke curled around his face from his neck vents. He really didn’t want to talk about this, but he didn’t want Scratch to worry either. “I know a place where I might be able to get some parts. They helped me out before, I might be able to get them to again. Just enough to get us working.”

Scratch looked worried, Skull wasn’t known for making the best friends. Useful, sure, but not the best people, but then again, he supposed Skull wasn’t either, but he had always been good to him. He pointed at himself before placing a fist on his palm and seemed to offer it to Skull. “Can I help?” At least if he was there, someone would be there to help him, or at least make him be careful.

The Skull stood still a moment. He wasn’t sure he wanted to put Scratch through Bip’s questions. But having someone else there might be helpful if nothing else another eye to find good parts and carry some home. Not much, of course, he knew the man was in a lot of pain. “Fine,” he said eventually. “But stay close and put on a hoodie at least.”

A quick nod and Scratch was off to grab his stuff. California was a little warm for hoodies and jackets, but he had a light one just for such occasions. A light red one to try and help with the heat, and enough colour to block out his face with the hood up.

Not wanting any more followers, Skull waited outside. So long as no one noticed them, things would be fine.

If Bip didn’t want to help, at least he wouldn’t have to feel bad roughing them up a little. They’d be fine. So either way, they’d get their parts.

Once Scratch stepped out, he started walking, no point in waiting too long.

It was already late when they left, and after nightfall before they reached the scrapyard. Which worried Scratch. Looking at Skull, he put two fingers by his elbow and quickly ran them up to his lifted wrist. “Are we stealing?” He didn’t want to do that. But if they needed parts.

Skull shook his head and tapped his fore and middle fingers on his thumb. “Someone lives here. Going to try and get their help.” Walking up to the fence, he paused. It wasn’t like there was a front door to knock on. Well, he could try the front fence and see if they were there.

By the time the duo made it around, the fence was left wide open, only there was no one there. “Weird.” Out of instinct, Skull reached into his jacket for his gun. Keeping Scratch behind him, he slowly made his way inside. He remembered them talking about the green skinned men.

The storage room they used was open. Waving for Scratch to hang back, he peered into the room to see Bip sitting on the futon, tapping away at their phone. His shoulders slumped, and he relaxed. Or at least as much as he’d let himself here. “Saw us coming, I take it?”

Bip grinned widely and looked up, tucking away their phone. “Yep! Well, Spider did and had a fit. Figured it would be easier to open the door for you so the alarm wouldn’t go off.” Looking him up and down, their head tilted slightly. “You’re in better shape this time!” They chirped.

A long plume of smoke. “Yeah, had someone at home to fix me up.”

“Oh! Like Takoda! When I can’t do it myself, he helps me. He’s really nice,” they beamed. “I‘m glad you got home safe!” They chirped.

Before they could lay into him with more questions, he raised a hand. “Thanks, kid. But I’m afraid I’m here for another favour.”

They tilted their head the other way at that. Skull didn’t seem like the type. But they nodded a little. “I don’t know what I can do, but I can try?” They offered.

“Really, we just need you to turn a blind eye for a little while,” he explained. “We need parts.”

“We? The person that fixed you up?”

A long sigh. It was hard to keep things short with the kid. “Kinda.” Turning his head, he called out. “Scratch, come in here, will ya?”

Seeing Scratch step into the room, Bip’s eyes lit up. They were a person and a robot! That something they didn’t know could even be a thing!

Jumping up, they hurried over and leaned up on their toes to get a closer look at his face. “Hi! I didn’t know a person could be a robot. Or are you a robot that’s a person? Are you going to be all person or all robot? Is it a lot of work? Does it feel weird?”

Babbling away, Bip was too engrossed in their million questions to notice how uncomfortable Scratch was getting and how he started to recoil at the barrage.

Skull did notice. The patchwork bot was as excitable as last time. How anyone could talk that much was beyond him. Even Hare wasn’t that chatty. At least they weren’t malicious. Just annoying. Stepping up behind them, Skull put a hand over their mouth, and the other pressed down on Bip’s shoulder to try and keep them still. “Slow down, kid. You’re too fast for Scratch. Besides, that ain’t none of your business,” he reminded them.

Bip’s shoulders slumped. “Sorry,” they tried to mumble from behind Skull’s hand. He hadn’t let them go yet.

With a chance to breathe, Scratch relaxed. A little. He still needed a moment.

Opening his hand, Scratched tapped his thumb against his chest. “It’s okay,” he signed to Skull, trying to look at least a little chipper with what was left of his face.

Skull huffed when Bip started to excitedly wiggle again in his grip. They were asking questions again, not that anyone could understand them with his hand over their mouth. Of course, the kid would need a translator. This was going to be a long night.

Scratch’s shoulders shook. Figures he’d find it funny, thought Skull while he kept a hand tightly clamped over Bip’s mouth, trying to get them to calm down. Once the wiggling died down, he slowly let go.

“Do you need special parts for being part person? Or something for your voice box? I know there’s some old radios that came in today. Would something like work? Or is it your mouth that doesn’t work? It looks okay, but I-”

And Skull put the hand back over their mouth. “Kid, be quiet. Please.” More mumbling, and he huffed. Which finally made them stop. “Thank you.”

This time when he moved his hands away, Bip stayed silent. They looked between the two, waiting for an explanation. It looked like it took all of their willpower to keep their mouth shut.

Something Skull didn’t take for granted. And was quick to fill the silence to keep them from talking again. As much as he hated it.

“We don’t have what we need to keep us all running. There’s a few of us. We can’t afford what we need, and without it, we can’t work, got it?”

A sharp nod. “You guys need to take stuff from the yard without the humans finding out, right?” They asked, and beamed when Scratch nodded and signed the affirmative. They mimicked him. “That means yes, right? Like nodding your head.” When he did it again, they cheered.

At least Scratch seemed to be able to deal with them, if anything he was amused by the chatterbox, but he was better with people than Skull.

“Yeah. Was hopin’ you’d turn a blind eye and let us get some spare parts.”

Another nod. “Sure! Come on, I’ll help you look!” Picking up their friend, Bip grabbed Skull’s sleeve and tugged him along.

Skull stumbled a little as he was dragged along. Behind him, he could hear the electronic breaths from Scratch as he laughed. With a long sigh of smoke, Skull followed Bip into the yard. Not what he wanted, but he supposed the extra help would be good. Surely, they knew the yard better than anyone else.

And he was right! Bip knew every inch of the yard. They even knew how to find certain parts. “New cars cut down on a lot of things, but the older ones are great for parts. Joshua says it’s cuz they were built to last.” They pulled out some of the inner workings. “But they all still end up here in the end.”

While the lot of them were digging around, Scratch kept watching Spider on Bip’s shoulder. Eventually, he tapped Bip’s other shoulder. Putting one hand over the other, he mimed them crawling away before pointing away from his body with both hands.

Of course, Bip was clueless and looked to Skull for help.

“He’s asking where you found that Spider,” he explained, not seeming to even look at them.

“Oh! He came on a lead crate, I think,” they chirped, picking up said Spider to show him off. “He had a broken green light back then though. Like Skull! But his made him sick so I fixed him,” they explained.

Scratch looked worriedly at Skull, but the robot just shook his head not to say anything. They both knew what that meant. He could ask later. The last thing they needed was Becile Industries to find them now.

After a little more time and a lot more digging, they had enough parts to last them a little while. At least long enough for Skull to get some work in.

“Thanks, kid, you really saved us here.”

Bip beamed as they helped pack up the last of their load. It wasn't enough that anyone would notice, so they didn’t care. “Of course! It just sits around or gets melted down, may as well put it to good use! I can’t do it all the time, but if you need help, I can try,” they excitedly chirped.

Scratch’s shoulders shook. Looking at Skull he brought a hand to his mouth before moving it to lay palm up on his other hand then linked his two pointers together. “Bip’s a good friend,” he told him, eyes closing happily.

Which just made Skull huff. This was twice now Bip had bailed him out. He owed a debt and he wasn’t sure how he was going to pay this one off. They didn’t seem real eager for something in return, but that didn’t mean there wouldn’t be something.

While Scratch taught them 'thank you' and 'your welcome', Skull shouldered the heaviest of the load. “Come on, Scratch. We got a long walk to get home.”

Waving Bip off, the two stepped out to head back to the manor. Riker would have a lot to do come morning.

Scratch curled a finger and pointed it down, then he flipped it palm up and brought it to his chest before wiggling his fingers in front of his mouth. “Should invite Bip.”

A burst of coal smoke. “To what? Sit around and listen to Jack laugh at himself? Or let Locksmith get his grubby little claws on them?”

He looked down at that. The manor really wasn’t the best place for guests, but still. Pointing away and across his body, Scratch circled his face and brought a finger to and down from his lip twice. “They look lonely,” he explained while they walked. It wasn’t his place, but he knew what it was like to be alone, and what could happen.

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