#rn its hurt smiler hours

[pyrotrolls]

now is a wonderful time to Hurt Smiler 

blood and physical violence 

“Where’s Vemili?” 

“No.” 

Smiler played this game too many times. He blocked the doorway and glared up at Lyodae. Something was different about him, like his eyes weren’t there, hazy? Something. But Smiler wasn’t having it anyway. He wasn’t going to let Lyodae in and especially not if he was under the influence of something. 

“I don’t want to argue with a fucking toaster, move aside.” Lyodae snapped, using his strength to push Smiler aside. It didn’t take much to move him- which is why Smiler snapped back. 

His arm jumped out and grabbed Lyodae’s newly replaced robotic hand, sending an electrical current through his arm. 

Lyodae hissed in pain, his arm hung limp by his side and no matter how hard he tried to bend the metal fingers, they wouldn’t move. 

His attention turned back to Smiler, all four eyes narrowed and focused on him, even with that sort of filmy purple haze over them. 

“You want to fight, robot? Let’s do it face to face. I always wondered what was under there.” 

In seconds, Lyodae lunged forward. He slammed Smiler to the ground and used his knee to pin his chest. Applying all his weight until there was a loud crack- but he didn’t stop there. Lyodae moved his useless hand to push on Smiler’s collarbone with the force of his weight applied to keep it there and with his organic one he dug his fingers under the mask from the top. His claws dug in as he ripped the mask off, taking the bolts with it that kept it on Smiler’s face. 

The scream was surprisingly alive from such a normally monotone voice. 

Smiler thrashed and tried to fight, sending out as much psionic energy as he could but by the time the energetic force pushed Lyodae off, the mask came with him. Smiler sat up, heaving from pain as half his vision blacked out. Blood pooled from the six bolts on his face and the four cuts of Lyodae’s claws in his forehead. He shook, and was he still screaming or the metal crunching whirring of his fans just that loud as his body tried to assess the damage. Error messages popped up in his head, but he couldn’t access them without the mask’s interface to control them or even see them. He just knew they were there. 

“Fuck- you’re actually alive?!” 

Smiler couldn’t hear the clarity in Lyodae’s voice. He stood, stumbling as his entire body started to reboot on him. He fought against it and took a shaky step towards Lyodae. 

Lyodae sat back on his ass and looked up at Smiler’s looming frame. Stunned from the sheer amount of blood dripping down his face, under his nails. 

The mask sat between them. 

Smiler woozily snatched the mask up and booked it towards the door, hunched over and barely able to stand. By the time he got downstairs, Anttan was there, arms out to catch him as Smiler’s legs restarted. It wasn’t even walking, more like fumbling forward and hoping he caught himself. 

“Shit kiddo, you look like someone put you through a grinder-” 

Smiler blacked out… one… two… snapped back. He shoved Anttan away and tried to put the mask back on as he aimed out the door through the club entrance. The prongs that hooked into the ports in his face didn’t connect. Bent and broken, they didn’t fit in the metal bits that were ripped out of his face, like ripping out the plastic anchors from the wall after you tear a shelf off. Not to mention the pain of open wounds. He had to settle for carrying it under his arm as he stumbled outside. Where was he supposed to go? 

Desperate to survive, Smiler took a gamble towards the first mechanic he thought of. Smiler started walking, despite the fact every ten minutes his body would lock up, forcing the robotic parts of him to restart.