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Fandroid sighed, rolling back to his room. He found out his creator had done some pretty bad things that Beep-O had hidden from him. He said he ‘Couldn’t have handled it’.
What a cheap joke! Fandroid was mature like them. He knew stuff! Why’d they always treat him like a baby? He wasn’t a baby!
He flipped down onto his bed, groaning and fumbling to grab his charger, plugging it into the port on his neck. Hopefully he wouldn’t have any nightmares.. he wanted rest.
His vision getting blurry as he watched the shutdown happen.. his systems systematically shutting down.
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He opened his eyes to soft, crème colored void. Empty.. but not unsettling. He stood up and went to move- but fell flat on his flat face. Looking down, he was shocked to find- He had legs!
Real working legs! He’d always wanted legs but Griff said he was never ready and Beep-O didn’t want to give him any. He stood up, awkwardly balancing himself. He’s had dreams where he’d had legs- but he always knew what to do in those dreams. Here it felt like he had no clue how to use them.
He wobbled, and he fell, this time on his butt. “Ow..” He mumbled.. though it didn’t really hurt.
“Hey..” A deeper voice said from a distance away. Fandroid looked up, eyes widening. He thought he was the only one here. It was a dream… right?
The robot in the distance was clunky, easily a very older model. It had a crank on the right side of its head, and was missing its whole left arm! It had been replaced by a larger crank. He was also floating… kinda like Melody..
Though- the expression on his screen didn’t look too pleased to see Fandroid..
“Who’re you?” Fandroid asked.. real quiet.
“Practical_Scrybe_03.” It answers flatly. “But you can just call me P03..” He reached out his pincer, helping Fandroid stand up and balance. “Everything’s weird here. I had to adjust the gravity settings on my thruster. Don’t worry about falling.” It said in sort of flat tone.. like he was being forced to be nice.
Fandroid smiled. “Thank you for helping me. Where are we going?”
“You ask a lot of questions don’t you?” P03 said, his expression turning sour for a moment before going back to a bored look.
Fandroid was slightly taken aback. Who would make a robot to be this rude? “I don’t think I ask a lot of questions…”
A series of beeps that sounded like a laugh came from P03. “Most people who ask a lot of questions don’t think they do.”
The two spent the rest of the walk in silence. Wherever Fandroid was going, he hoped there’d be someone nicer there…
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The two came up on a dark red door. P03 let go of his hand and instantly Fandroid craved the touch back. It was sort of embarrassing the whine he almost let out. P03 opened the door, revealing what looked like a living room.
He let Fandroid walk in, closing the door behind them. The room was warm.. welcoming. A dark green couch with tons of throw blankets, a fluffy rug, coffee table with books and.. a coffee mug half filled? Fandroid questioned that. There was also a large tv with the Roku screensaver. A door on the wall with the tv.. and a hallway with more doors on the adjacent wall.
Turning to the right was a kitchen, with a fridge with magnets, a sink and table.
“Why is there.. human stuff here?” Fandroid asked, quirking a brow and asking P03.
“Stuff works weird here. We can eat.” It said with disgust, like it never wanted that.
“Why do you sound upset about that?”
“Because I’m not organic. I’m not a filthy beast like a chal- human… or a toss away beast.” P03 said.. his face scrunching up in frustration.
He used words Fandroid wouldn’t usually use.. ‘filthy’? ‘Beast’? Was P03 even from the same world as him? “Sorry I asked.. Is there anyone else here?”
“Second door left. He’ll tell you what you need.” P03 said, turning and going into the door by the tv. Machine noises and steam noises came from the door before it had closed the door and left Fandroid alone.
Fandroid felt a wave of anxiety as he walked down the hall as quietly as he could.. stopping in front of the second door. Who would be behind there? Would they be nicer? Would they not?
He hesitantly raised his claw, knocking on the door three times.
The door opened a few moment later, and Fandroid had to look down. Where P03 hovered so Fandroid had to slightly look up, this bot was tethered to the ground, and significantly shorter. “Um… h-hello?” Fandroid stuttered, his voice quiet.
“Hi! Who’re you?” The smaller bot asked, opening his door for Fandroid.
“My names Fandroid..” The bot smiled, gesturing for Fandroid to sit down. “Are you new?”
“New where?”
“To botopia!”
“Is that what this place is called?” Fandroid asked. A name like botopia sounded too futuristic for a place as warm as this.
“Well, P03 came up with the name. Have you met him yet?” The bot asked. He had a round head, large round body and bulky arms and legs. He looked.. comforting. “Yeah, I have. He led me here.” Fandroid was starting to warm up to him.
“That’s great! I’ve been trying to teach him to be nicer. My names Gizmo!” He reached out his hand, which Fandroid shook.
“So.. what does this place.. do?”
“Well- what I’ve found is a bot with- usually a really sad backstory- will wake up here while they sleep! And leave when they wake up. P03 doesn’t come in often since in his own world he’s always working..” Gizmo scrunched his face up disapprovingly “But I’m here almost regularly. Seems we’ll have pretty similar meeting times!”
Fandroid nodded. Wondering if there were any other robots here. “Are there.. more?”
Gizmo laughed “Yes! There are! There Wheatley, who got shot into space after tricking a girl he was trying to save, there’s Mettaton- who wants to be the biggest popstar where he’s from-“ Fandroid perked up. A popstar meant music. Music meant entertainment. Entertaining was his purpose! “There’s Kaito, a Japanese android, who might shock you at first..” Gizmo warned. Kaito had spooked a few of the bots who had never really interacted with a human before. Kaito looked very.. very human. “And there’s… Toodles…” Gizmos face fell solemn..
“Is he.. dead?” Fandroid asked.. noticing the shift
“Might as well be.. he’s been so hurt by people..” Gizmo said.. taking a breath. “Toodles was part of a group. But they would constantly do things and only invite him or call him if they needed something. Eventually they stopped showing up and- well Toodles’ only purpose was to help them. He went a little crazy when he first showed up here.. now he barely comes out of his room..” Gizmo said softly
Fandroid pouted. He knew that feeling.. being worthless if you weren’t fulfilling your purpose. Maybe he’d be able to help him..
“So.. where do I stay? Obviously I guess I won’t.. sleep here..” Fandroid asked.
Gizmo perked up “Oh yeah! I guess you’re who this room is for!” He said, getting up and walking out of the room, Fandroid followed him down the hall- to a black door. Gizmo opened the door and inside was a beautiful recording studio. Fandroid gasped and walked inside, checking everything out.
“I’ll leave you here! Have fun. Dinners at six!” Gizmo said, shutting the door.
Fandroid kept looking around, eventually resting on a beanbag chair to start programming the tuning machine.
Maybe this new dreamscape wasn’t so bad…