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djs-horny-blog-lmao · 9 months ago

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logince, sub logan dom roman. about 2.8k words.

hypnokink, dronification, d/s, brainwashing/programming, dubious consent/cnc. Logan is an android and Roman is a human. Logan's trans, kind of. has a robopussy. uses of 'sir' and 'admin' as titles. inappropriate use of ports.

summary: Logan agrees to let Roman help run his routine maintenance, especially as he has put off doing a proper, deep scan for a while. Roman... takes the opportunity to add some of his own programming, while he has a direct link to Logan's brain.

full fic under the cut ;]

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“Thank you for agreeing to do my maintenance,” Logan says from where he’s sitting on the bench, plugged into his power-port, blinking at his friend behind the desk.

Roman smiles at him.

“Of course,” he replies. “It must suck having to run your own diagnostics.”

He then types something into the computer, and Logan shifts, where he’s sitting, tracing the cables and cords that run from Roman’s computer into Logan’s plugs. He’s an android, and while he is capable of doing this himself, he’s left it a little too long, and when his battery gets low, he… slows down.

Roman offered to do it for him, today, and so Logan gets to just sit still, charging, watching the percentage metre on his UI slowly tick upwards, as diagnostic data rolls past on his periphery. Logan tunes it out, this time, though. He trusts Roman.

“The worst part is plugging yourself in,” he agrees.

Roman laughs a little, and reclines in his chair, looking over at Logan.

“How long does this usually take?”

Logan rubs the back of his neck, just below his synthetic blue hairline, careful not to dislodge the plug in the back of his neck.

“An hour or two,” he says. “I haven’t done a full scan in a while, purely because it takes so long. My impatience has not paid off, clearly.”

Roman snorts. “You hardly ever seem to unwind enough to sit still for that long,” he teases back. “…I can help with that, though, if you want?”

“What?”

“Help with passing the time,” Roman says innocently enough. “While we wait for the scan.”

Logan blinks at him again. “…That is what you’re here for.”

And Roman grins.

“Good,” he says. “Trust me, Logan.”

Logan frowns, and as Roman types something more, and something suddenly feels different about how Logan perceives the world, he goes to stand, trying to be mindful not to unplug himself.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Roman tuts, barely glancing up from his monitors. “Sit down, Logan. You don’t want to yank out your cables.”

Logan… does as he’s told. That surprises him. He sits back down, his processor barely seeming to do little more than… let the order pass through and be accepted.

“…What?” Logan asks. “What just happened?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Roman says, typing more intensely, and suddenly, Logan wonders if he should be concerned that he asked a coder as good as Roman to oversee his maintenance. “Just sit there, Logan, and talk to me. We’re just going to sit here together while the scan goes through.”

But… Logan just nods, despite himself, and some of the concern melts away. He won’t worry about it, then.

“Okay,” he says.

“Good,” Roman says, and shoots Logan a pretty smile. “Thank you, Logan.”

Logan shifts a little again, biting his lip as his fan whines away quietly, starting to work a little harder.

“Are you alright, Logan?” Roman asks, tilting his head, pausing his typing, looking at Logan like he’s waiting for something in specific to happen.

Logan shivers, before he touches his outer thigh, his side, his spine (as best he can) and, importantly, the power cord plugged into the back of his neck to check he didn’t dislodge any of the cables.

“I think so,” he says. “I… feel strange.”

“Well, it must be because you’ve put off doing a proper scan,” Roman tells him, and Logan purses his lips and nods along, it’s a good point. “No wonder you’d be feeling funny.”

Funny. That’s a good word for it. Logan’s lips tweak into a smile.

“That’s a very human way of putting it,” he muses. “Funny…”

“Yeah,” Roman nods. “It’s a good word for when you can’t quite describe something. Especially when you’ve never quite felt anything like it before.”

“Funny,” Logan echoes, before he shivers again. “I… I do feel funny.”

“Well, then,” Roman says, turning back to the screens and typing some more. “That’s strange, isn’t it? What does it feel like?”

Logan frowns into space as that feeling… grows. It sands down the edges of his mind, softening everything, making it a little harder to think. If he was able to pay attention to it, Logan might have noticed that the diagnostic data in the corner of his UI was giving him different read-outs than usual. Logan doesn’t notice, though.

“It…” his voice is so soft, the synthesizer is much more pronounced. “It feels like static. Warm static.”

“Does it feel nice?” Roman asks, glancing up from his screens.

Logan stares ahead for a little longer before replying, genuinely evaluating the way the fuzz makes him feel. But the longer he sits there, the more it builds, and… the warmer and more comfortable it gets.

Eventually, Logan actually smiles, and replies, “…yes, it does.”

“That’s good,” Roman says. “That’s wonderful. Sink into it, Logan.”

“…Hm?” Logan blinks a few times, trying to grasp a thought as Roman’s words sit a little funny with him.

“You can sink into it,” Roman encourages again, and the sound of Roman’s fingers flying over the keys hits Logan’s audio-processors, and it’s… oddly soothing. “You should. It feels good, it’s a reward, Logan, for letting me do your maintenance.”

“Oh,” Logan says, before he slumps a little, letting himself smile again. “Okay.”

His optics drift closed, now, slowly, his UI dimming, and Roman stands up as he realises something, and Logan watches Roman cross the room, approach, and…

Roman pulls out his power cord.

“But…” Logan says hazily, as the low battery alert pops up on his UI. “I… I’m only at fifteen percent, Roman.”

“That’s okay,” Roman says, and… he touches Logan. He runs his finger around the rim of Logan’s power plug, and Logan gasps. “That’s okay, Logan. You said you feel slow and fuzzy on low battery. I think that’s a nice place to be, especially while you have lots of time to wait. Don’t worry, I’ll plug you in before your battery goes fully dead.”

Logan wants to reply, maybe even to argue, but his full attention is on Roman’s fingertip, running circles around his port.

“Does this feel good, Logan?” Roman asks him. “Does this feel funny?”

Logan nods as best he can without moving too much to dislodge Roman’s hand. His mouth is hanging open. His fans are whirring. His eyes usually glow – they’re dimmed now, for being in power saving mode.

“God, you look so good on low battery,” Roman says hungrily. “I was reading up about your model, Logan. You have all the sensory receptors a human would. A feat of engineering. You can feel the same emotions. The same pain.”

The finger keeps circling.

“The same pleasure,” Roman says, his voice soft and lulling. “And your mind is just as malleable. Even more so, when you let me in like this.”

Logan whimpers. He hasn’t tested the full capabilities of his pleasure sensors yet.

“Roman,” he manages to say. It comes out with a harsher, synthetic edge.

“God, you sound so good like that,” Roman murmurs, and he leans in and licks Logan’s cheek. It makes the android shudder. “Has anyone ever done this to you, Logan?”

“No,” Logan says honestly, his head tipping back against Roman’s arm. “H-hah…”

“Do you know what’s going on, Logan?” Roman asks.

“N-no…”

“I’m programming you,” Roman tells him.

Logan stares up at Roman’s face through half-lidded, non-understanding eyes.

“…Hm?”

“Programming you,” Roman repeats. “Programming some things into you. Nothing bad, mind you. How can it be bad? It feels so good.”

Roman’s words somehow seem perfectly in time with the way his finger traces Logan’s port. Logan whimpers again, and slowly spreads his legs, bracing himself on his hands so he can grind up against nothing. He… he feels so needy.

“You’re so smart, and so independent,” Roman keeps talking. “You never let anyone take care of you. You even run your own maintenance. You don’t need to do that, anymore.”

Logan must be hot to the touch, for how hard his fan is working. He’s gasping for air. The tactile pleasure receiver between his legs is already throbbing, his pleasure system has well and truly kicked in and his slit is now wet. Logan grinds against the air. He’s not opposed to touching himself, normally, but he doesn’t like wasting the lubrication – it’s annoying and kind of embarrassing to refill, especially when he’s alone.

But he isn’t now.

“You can let me do it,” Roman says, and his other hand comes to Logan’s throat, tracing its way downwards. “You can let me run your maintenance. You can let me look after you. You can let me do this to you.”

Logan moans, optics rolling as Roman dips a finger into his charging port, before it returns to circling.

“You never mentioned your charging port was sensitive,” Roman comments.

“O-only when- ah!” Logan’s hips thrust up again, and he shoots Roman a hazy, desperate look. “Only when I’m low… low battery.”

“I see,” Roman hums, and he slips his finger back into the port, and Logan moans so loud his vocaliser glitches, his optics rolling. “Good boy for telling me.”

And- oh. Roman starts to finger his charging port. Logan grips the bench so tightly as waves of pleasure crash over him. It feels so good, and normally, when he’s feeling this good, Logan would be a few fingers deep in himself, but… but his hands won’t move. He can only sit there, sit still and take what Roman’s doing.

“Good boy,” Roman repeats, drawling over the words, drawing out, making Logan focus on them, sink into them. “Such a good boy.”

“R-Roman, Roman, s-sir,” Logan gasps, wanting more, wanting to beg but surprisingly unable to find the words. He’s surprised by sir, though.

“Oh, that did work,” Roman notes, pleased. “Yes, Logan?”

“I… I wanna…” Logan stammers, trying to press back against Roman’s hand, even as his other hand rests flat on Logan’s stomach. “I-I need to…”

“You need to cum?” Roman asks him. “Are you that needy, Logan?”

Logan can’t cry, but he would be crying now if he could.

“Yes!” Logan gasps. “Yes, sir!”

“Good boy,” Roman praises him, and the fingering speeds up, and Logan’s visuals are flickering for how overloaded his processor is, he can only focus on the pleasure. “It feels good to call me sir. It feels good to let me do this to you. You want it. You need it.”

“I need it,” Logan repeats, fan whining.

“You need sir to fuck you.”

“I…” Logan gasps as Roman pulls his finger away, leaving him aching and so, so wet. “I need sir to fuck me.”

Once the words are said outloud, it’s like something has shifted again. Logan opens his optics a little wider, and Roman watches it register across his face.

“I need you to fuck me,” Logan repeats, more insistent this time, more desperate, and he spreads his legs wider and looks up at Roman even as Roman drinks him in. “Please fuck me, sir. Please?”

“Good boy,” Roman says. “Hm. What percentage are you on?”

Logan shudders. “N-nine, sir.”

Roman smiles, unbuckles his belt and shimmies his pants down enough to reveal his cock, and oh, Logan has had a fascination with organic sexual organs, but he’s never had the chance to really look at one before.

“Then I better fuck you before you go flat,” Roman says. “But if you go flat, and I’m not done, I may just keep fucking you. Do you mind, Logan?”

Logan’s head spins with arousal at the mere idea, and he shakes his head desperately.

“I don’t mind, sir, I don’t,” Logan says, as he carefully lays back on his elbows. “Eight percent, sir, please fuck me?”

Roman steps in between Logan’s thighs and presses his cock to Logan’s dripping slit. Logan likes to stretch himself but technically, he doesn’t need it, and that’s proven as Roman pushes straight in.

“Oh-hh.”

Logan moans, so genuine and so loud that his voice modulator glitches again. H-he’s… never had something organic inside him before. It feels so good, hot and warm and soft, he can feel it throb inside him.

“God, you’re perfectly tight,” Roman groans, his hands coming to grip Logan’s thighs, fingers splayed around the cable plugged into his right one. “I’ve dreamt about fucking this robot pussy, Logan. You’re perfect for me.”

Logan’s too busy shorting out on overloaded pleasure centres to answer. The diagnostic data is still scrolling past on his UI, flashing words at him, the blinking warning of his low battery alert is rhythmic and entrancing, and his cognitive… oh, that must be it. Logan smiles dreamily. His cognitive processor has been… um…

Dulled. Is that the right word? Logan giggles a little as Roman thrusts into him. Dimmed? Dumbed down.

“God, there it is,” Roman breathes. “Fuck, I was waiting for that. You just figured out what’s going on, haven’t you, Logan?”

“Yeah,” Logan replies, equally as breathily, though it’s synthetic for him. “I’m stupid!”

“You are!” Roman says delightedly, and he starts to fuck Logan properly, setting a rhythm that makes Logan gasp, and his head loll with every thrust. “You’re my dumb little drone, who needs my cock.”

“Ohh,” Logan moans, both in pleasure and in realisation even as Roman’s… as his admin’s cock drives all his thoughts away. “I’m… a dumb… f-fuck, dumb drone…”

“You need my cock.”

“I n-need Admin’s cock,” Logan echoes.

“Fuck, that worked.” Roman slows right down, grinds against Logan painfully slowly, less because he wants to and more like he has something to test. “Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum, Logan.”

“Hgn, please cum in me, sir,” Logan looks up at him with dull, dull optics. “Please fill me, Admin, please.”

“H-ha, fuck.”

Roman gives in, then. The last of his willpower shattered. Logan moans over and over, his modulator almost giving up, his vision flickering even as Roman’s programming washes over his visual processor and sinking in deeper, and he clenches around Roman’s cock.

“God, you make such a good drone,” Roman gasps, his hips slapping against Logan’s. “You’re perfect. You want this. You need this. You were built to take my cock.”

“I was built to take your cock,” Logan slurs.

“When I refer to myself as Admin, you fall into this headspace,” Roman tells him. “Blank and fuzzy, warm and needy. Understand?”

“Yes, Admin,” Logan replies. It’s mechanical. P-programmed into him.

“F-fuck, shit, shit, shit,” Roman loses his rhythm, “gonna fucking cum, Logan.”

“Please, please, please,” Logan begs, desperate for release – Roman’s release, his own release, anything. “Please, please, please, please.”

Logan’s vision dims even more. Two percent.

“Fuck, fucking cum for me, Logan,” Roman orders, and one hand flies to Logan’s neck, fumbling, sliding around his casing until his finger sinks back into Logan’s port, and Logan goes fully tense asn he cums.

His orgasm is so intense, it completely overloads Logan’s brain. He goes still, goes limp, eyes flickering, as Roman keeps fucking him, chasing his orgasm.

It feels so fucking good, Logan opens his mouth to try say anything, maybe to try warn Roman about the imminent shut down being warned in his UI, but the urge of power it took to cum makes it impossible.

Logan has just enough battery power to feel Roman cum inside him before he goes flat.

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Logan opens his eyes with a gasp. H-he feels… he feels so horny, he knows without even glancing at his UI that his pleasure system is lit up like a city, and he glances at Roman, who is waiting behind the computer, idly typing.

…Maybe Roman hasn’t noticed? Logan bites his lip. That’s good. H-he can just wait til the scan’s over, and then get himself off in privacy.

“H-how’s it going, Roman?” he calls.

“Oh!” Roman starts, glancing over. “Good! It’s almost done. You’ve got ten percent left.”

Logan nods, before he frowns at his UI. “…I have surprisingly low battery,” he comments.

“Oh,” Roman waves a hand. “It turns out you didn’t plug in properly before we started. You went flat halfway through and I plugged you in then.”

Logan frowns. He could have sworn he did, in fact, plug himself in properly. But the proof otherwise is in front of him, so… he shrugs.

“Thank you, then,” he says. “…I’ll admit, it’s nice to have someone else here to catch my mistakes like that.”

Roman’s eyes flash with something, then. A little amused, almost.

“Of course,” he says. “Hey, I can help out from now on, if you want, I don’t mind.”

Logan feels an inexplicable throb between his legs, and desperately ignores it, smiling politely at Roman.

“…Actually, that’s very kind of you,” Logan says. “I’d like that.”

Roman smiles, and stands.

“Admin access,” he declares.

Logan doesn’t even have time to process the statement before everything goes funny. He plummets back down, back into trance, the warm embrace of Roman’s programming taking over.

Logan hardly hears himself speak as he spreads his legs.

“Access granted. Drone is ready.”

Roman grins wickedly, and proudly takes his rightful place between Logan’s legs, so he can really make sure the programming has set in.

#nsfs fic #nsft fic #nsfs logan #nsfs roman #nsfs logince #hypnokink #hypnosis #dronification #dj writes #...this is kind of the inverse of that first thing i ever posted. of vampire logan domming roman. anyway.#robophilia #robot fucker #i feel like there's a word for it i cant remember what it is #anyway. enjoy.#tbh. this is for my mutual who kept putting robofucking on my dash

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ravenwriter16 · 3 months ago

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Creative Minds Think Alike

Episode One---Episode Two---Episode Three---Episode Four---Episode Five (Here)---Episode Six

Featuring the Amazing: @lets-zofifi-stuff

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It not my intention to mock or belittle anyone's work. This series is supposed to showcase amazing creators! Also, heads up, the creator I've featured in this episode goes by she/them. This is my first time writing with pronouns like this so I'M SORRY IF I MESSED UP OR IF IT'S CONFUSING!!!

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The tower’s marble walls reflect the candle light. Casting the surroundings in a soft glow. The smell of fresh lily flowers and fresh water tickles my nose. I was currently standing on a floating stone slab with a golden rune of some kind. The slab transporting me to the top with ease. I mumble to myself while reviewing my notes. I lift one page up and moving it behind the others.

I stop, looking to the side. My left wing was tracing the wall of the tower, assuring me that it was there. The right wing is folded close to my back. The feathers bristle at the smallest puff of air from some cold draft.

“Troll attacks are at an all time high…I need to double patrol shifts for the Defenders. And this time I should tell them to arrest first ask questions later…”

I snap my fingers and a pen appears out of thing air, it hovers over my notepad, scribbling more notes down. I hum and bite my lip, “Okay, I also need to check in with…No I can’t.” I groan, “They’re on sabbatical.”

The slab stops and buzzes underneath me. I yelp and jump off it and onto the awaiting platform. I huff and drag a hand through my hair, brushing down the downy feathers that puffed up when I was startled. I roll my eyes, placing a hand on my hip while I stare down at the slab.

“Rude.”

It glows pink and shakes a bit, chuckling in its own way. It zooms down the tower and I watch it leave with an annoyed expression.

I sigh and snap my fingers again. The pen disappearing and the notepad flying to my satchel. I turn around and face the dual wooden doors.

This was a sight to behold and again this castle leaves me speechless.

The door was a dark wood and smooth to perfection. It arched towards the top, giving it an ancient kind of vibe. Carved into the wood were a plethora of moonflowers, balloon flowers, and carnations. Taking up most of the doors were beautiful and intricate cravings of cherry blossom trees. Along the bottom of the door were ferns of various kinds. All encrusted in gold.

I smile and brush my fingers over some of the carvings. They felt like the real thing, regardless of their shinny coat of metal. Though they did feel cold to the touch. I watch as I pluck a petal of a cherry blossom petal from the door.

I hold it in my palm, taking in its beauty before it dissolves into sand. The grains slip between my gloved fingers. I hum, using my magic to clean up after myself before raising my fist to knock on the door.

I hear the muffled sound of someone shouting, “Be right there!”

The loud clanking of metal locks unlocking follow shortly after, as well as some more muffled shouts. The doors are then pulled open by the creator I came to see.

I give a small bow, a hand over my chest, “Lets-Zofifi-Stuff. How are you this fine morning?”

The human rolls their blue eyes, blowing some strands of their light brown hair out of their eyes. She puts a hand on their hip while the other keeps a hold on the door, “Busy, but I make do.”

She turns around and gestures with their hand, “Come in. Come in.”

Their purple cloak swishes with each step she takes, the glittering yellow stars moving across the fabric like it. Their wizard hat is of the same material, stars and all. But it had a softly glowing crescent moon stitched into the side. Red ribbons keep their cloak from falling their shoulders and the small bell hanging from said ribbons chimes with each step she takes.

I follow in after them, closing the doors behind me out of courtesy. Turning around I take in the room. As with all castle rooms, the inside was bigger than the outside would have you believe. It was still a tower, but the width was wider and the height of the ceiling was increased as well.

The walls were lined with bookshelves and the books themselves ranged from new to old, small to OH MY GOODNESS THIS BOOK IS HUGE!

…not joking. That is a size in this world…anyways.

Vines wrap around the shelves and small little patches of leaves and flowers were growing out of the wood. The wooden planks underfoot were in the same state. While trekking further into the room, I could hear the distinct sound of water flowing.

Stacks of books start coming into my line of sight as well. Along with stacks of papers and scrolls. Must be what is keeping Zofifi busy…

I gasp at the sight of a great willow tree, standing tall in the middle of the room. It’s trunk thick and sturdy and its branches extended to the corners of the room. Giving the courtesy for people, without the ability to fly, the path to reach the higher shelves.

From a hollowed knot on the trunk of the tree, a waterfall flows down. I follow the stream of water down the small…well streams! They were like veins along the floor, helping maintain live on all the plants in the room.

At the base of the tree was a lectern, holding up a book. The cover was purple with golden highlights. Zofifi steps up to the book, waving their hand over it. The book opens, pages fluttering as they rapidly turn.

She hums before snapping their fingers. The parchment stops moving and on the open pages were two sketches with elegant writing beneath them. “There you are!”

She blows on the pages then turns to face me. “I need to go fetch my key to the vault. I’ll only be a minute!”

I nod my head, “No hurry!”

She smiles, taking a step to the side. The air lifts them up and takes them up the length of the tower. I watch them until she leaves my line of sight. A large thump startles me and I face the book once more, wing out spread and ready to fight.

In front of me was a large golden construct. Leather sandals that had dried (What I hope was) mud encase his feet. An apron of thick leather strips covesr his waist, the length stopping at his right before his knees.

I crane my neck up to better view his form. The metal making up his form was of golden with small glowing veins of the bronze that were itched into the metal like tattoos. Around his face-plate were sharp and magnificent rays.

“Hello?”

I flinch, my eyes darting to meet pure white eyes. The being moves, taking a step closer. He looks down at me as if I was the strangest thing he’s ever seen. “Who are you?”

I blink, before shaking my shoulders and bowing before, what I would assume is, a Sun variant. “I am Ravenwriter. The Archivist.”

Sun nods his head, a look of realization dawning over him. “Oh! Zofifi has told me about you! Are you here to view the Vault?”

“That’s right!” I smile, crossing my arms, “Are you by chance the gladiator Sun?”

Sun puffs out his chest, hands on his hips, “That’s me!”

“How are things going in your world?” I ask, walking closer to the tree to sit in one of the seats the branches made up.

Sun beams, “Great! Before I was summoned, I was being rescued by my light—*Ahem* by Y/n! Hahahaha…”

I chuckle, “It’s alright Sun. I’m not one to judge—,”

“Oh Good!” Sun quickly walks over and sits next to me, “Because my light is so sweet! You know they gave me their oil lamp? They didn’t want me to be alone in the dark! They even used their robe to clean my metal!”

I laugh as he sighs dreamily. “They sound very sweet.”

“THEY ARE!”

I laugh harder at that and Sun joins me. Then a sharp whistle grabs my attention. I look up to see the lunar assassin. He must have been watching us the entire time by hiding up in the tree. He slinks down, making a show as he gracefully lands on his feet.

“Hello Moon.”

“Archivist~.” Moon gives a small bow, “Come to pay us a visit?”

“Yep. Your creator has graciously allowed me some time in vault. I also got to meet your brother Sun.”

Moon gives a raspy chuckle, “Then while you wait, are you up for some sparing practice?”

“Oh, ho, ho.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I’m not falling for that again. Last time I spared with you, I couldn’t fly for weeks…”

Moon shrugs, inspecting his fingers, “Should’ve been faster…”

“Shoulda, woulda, coulda, Moon…” I chuckle. “I hope you both haven’t been giving Zofifi any trouble.”

Sun gasps and shakes his head, “No, no, no NEVER! We’ve been VERY helpful to our Starfire! Isn’t that right Moon?”

“Yes~.” Moon pulls out a dagger, twirling it, “We’ve both been having a blast scaring away...UNWANTED guests~.”

I nod my head, “Thank you both for defending them. I’m sorry you have to deal with this at all. Once I get my answers from the records in the vault, I should be able to boost up defensives.”

They both nod, “We understand.”

I smile at them, “Please keep up the fantastic work.”

“You guys getting along?” Zofifi hovers down, a staff in hand. The staff was made of Sakura wood, golden veins swirling down to the bronze plated tip. On top of the staff was a white glowing crystal with five points sticking out.

Sun smiles, rays shaking slightly in his joy.

Zofifi nods their head, snapping their fingers as she remembers something. “Could you two go check on your Y/n, please? I haven’t heard from them in a while and I’m starting to get worried. Oh! And could you both pick up some baked goods from Chica’s place? I’m in a snacking mood.”

Sun perks up and even Moon smiles a bit. They get up and head back to the book, fading into nothing the closer they get. They images appearing on the pages as drawings. I watch in wonder.

Zofifi lands in front of me, pulling out a bronze key from their pocket. “Found it! Left it near the azalea bushes. I really should trim around here. It’s starting to get annoying finding random objects out of the blue. Anyway…Are you still up to go to the vault?”

“Yes.”

“Good!” She gestures for me to follow them.

She zooms up into the branches of the tree. The leaves obscuring them. I spread my wings and spread my feet out a bit. After taking some deep breaths, I beat my wings. I follow after here, trying to avoid hitting stray branches

I reach the small hidden balcony, setting down right next to Zofifi.

The doors in front of me were imposing. Unlike the rest of the room, these giant, rusty metal doors were anything but warm and inviting. They were daunting and ominous. It felt like the grim reaper was breathing down my neck.

“Now!” Zofifi turns and faces me, “Before we continue, I need to give my whole ‘Record Keeper Spiel’. Protocol, you know?”

I nod my head, turning to face them, “oka—,” I freeze.

My face pales and my wings start flapping nervously. She was holding their staff out towards me. The star-shaped stone was brightly glowing and hovering above it, made from pure light was a…

“Is…is that a Glock?” I ask nervously, taking a step back.

She just smiles, “I stand before you as this Castle’s Vault Keeper. I protect precious Records, all ancient and new.”

Their Auora ripples though me. The feeling of vines wrapping around my limbs and squeeze me takes over. I look down at my feet but find no vines in sight. I felt as though my heart was beating a mile a minute and there was nothing I could do to calm it down.

“I am giving you special access into the vault. Under my supervision, you will review the records you were sent to look over. If you dare to destroy these precious documents, or attempt to steal anything, I will not hesitate to terminate you. Do you understand?”

I’m quick to nod my head.

The Glock gets absorbed back into the star-shaped gem. Zofifi beams, tossing me the key.

I scramble to catch it, clutching it close to my chest. My wings tremble and I swallow my nerves. Their Auroa lets up and I feel my heart begin to calm down.

“I-I…” I point to the doors, “I’m going to—,”

“Yeah you go on right ahead!” She nods their head, walking towards the edge of the balcony, “Just tell me when your done! Can’t let you walk out with anything.”

“R-right…”

Zofifi waves as they step off and float back down to the ground. I take a few deep breaths and head towards the vault doors.

“Why do I keep forgetting that these Creators aren’t just normal people…” I mumble to myself, inserting the key into the lock. “Every time…Every time…”

The doors unlock and loudly creak open. I roll my shoulders and walk into the vault. “It’s not even funny anymore…Maybe I should reread the Archivist Manual…”

“HAVE FUN!” Zofifi’s voice calls out. “I’LL CHCEK ON YOU IN A BIT! OH! That reminds me! I have to dust the shelves and double check on the reports before I send them in. And I need to pay a visit to some of my Aus…”

“Wait, Wha—,” I whip around only for the doors to close behind me. I blink before laughing out loud, the sound echoing around the chamber. I turn around, feeling better and a lot calmer.

I roll up my sleeves, “Guess I should get started!”

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That's Episode Five! Thank you so much @lets-zofifi-stuff for letting me feature you and your gladiator boys! It's one of my favorite fics! If you guys haven't checked it out, it's on AO3 and it's called 'Death Games and Robots'! You can find the link on their pinned post on their blog!

You will not be disappointed!

Signing off for now! Have a wonderful rest of your day or night!

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