It's Been A While..... My Old Robot Yaoi

It's been a while..... my old robot yaoi

ah,,, height difference

K2

Yandere Toppat Charles Au

*Headcannons/Info!*

Rupert didn't really like Henry at first. He just saw him as some spoiled, pampered little snowflake who got all of Charles' positive attention while everyone else suffered from their chief's wrath. But after actually interacting with Henry one on one, he realized that Henry was actually under a lot of stress and was very lonely. He's warming up to him.

Henry needs a friend, he's got very little social interaction with people other than Charles.

After the events of "Stay" Charles is trying to be better. He's still a ways to go though.

Henry is underweight, Charles is doing his best to encourage Henry to eat better/more

Henry loves cheese

Rupert and Henry slowly become friends

Dave is friendly towards Henry, he wants to be friends but Charles scares him. A lot.

Galeforce was the cheif before Charles, but he's no longer on the airship as he retired

1st (and 2nd) Meeting (Yandere Toppat Charles prequel oneshot)

Yep! I finally wrote more Yandere Toppat Charles. A lot of people have been requesting this. So here it is! Below the cut.

*Prequel oneshot! Let's go!*

Charles observed his computer monitor, watching the museum with the clan's hidden cameras they planted.

"Incredible.." He whispered in awe. The whole museum has fallen into chaos, and it was all thanks to one man. Henry Stickmin.

Yes, he'd been watching Henry for a while, seeing him make a name for himself. Charles wondered sometimes if he really worked alone. He had the skills of a whole task force, but always appeared to have no help. 

Did he plan these things? Or did Henry just make it up as he went along? He couldn't tell.

Oh Henry, so wild, so random. Yet so… impressive.

He had to meet this man. No doubt about it.

…

Henry ran with the diamond, he hid it in one of his hideouts outside the city. He'd have to lay low for a while, but it was worth it.

…

Henry left his hideout to retrieve some necessities, like food. He didn't plan on being out long, but he had a.. Strange encounter, on his way back.

Henry nabbed some fruit that he could stash and was in the process of running back to his hideout, it was night out and he used a lot of confusing alleyways and narrow roads to exit the city. Despite his efforts to avoid detection, someone apparently spotted him. 

"Henry Stickmin, or is it Stickman?" Henry whipped around and pointed his gun (which only had two bullets) at the voice, only to find no one standing there. Suddenly, he felt another body behind him. The stranger wrapped their arms around him, but in a way that felt more… gentle, friendly even. But the fact it was a stranger didn't help the fact that it was still terrifying. A hand quickly found itself grabbing his wrist, making him unable to fire it behind him. 

He felt someone's face right next to his own, they started whispering into his 'ear', "Hey, hey, calm down. I'm not here to cause you any harm. It's the opposite, really." The tone of the man's voice was strange. It was soft, but in a weirdly personal way. Like they knew each other or something. Which they did not. Or at the very least, Henry didn't.

"You broke yourself out of prison, stole the Tunisian Diamond, and even managed to avoid being recaptured… yet you struggle to even find a steady source of food… How sad. You deserve better, Henry.." The man somehow got even closer, Henry could feel his lips brush the side of his head, "... Way better." The stranger whispered, his tone changing a bit. 

Was this guy… flirting, with him?

"My name's Charles. I've seen your work from afar and I just gotta say, I'm impressed."

"Are you a cop or something? Because I'm pretty sure everything you're doing right now is illegal."

Charles laughed. "Good thing I'm not a cop then, huh?" Henry wasn't sure if that made it better or worse. 

"I'm a criminal. Just like you. The main difference is that I am a crime leader..."

 What was this guy? A mobster? Gang leader? When would he get to the point and stop all this weirdly intimate physical contact!?

" … and I think you should join me.."

Henry froze. This guy wanted him? A random solo thief, to join whatever crime syndicate he was in?

"I'll give you time to think about it. C'ya round, Henry." 

Just like that, Charles was gone. Henry only caught a glimpse of a red cloak and what was either headphones or ear muffs. He didn't get a long enough look to tell.

What a strange guy.

…

Henry woke up abruptly as he was practically thrown into a wooden crate. "Oh, I see you are awake at last." A man with a rather poised voice caught his attention. He saw a somewhat dapper looking man, with a brown mustache that he was twirling a bit as he talked.

Wait, was that a government uniform?

 "My my, no need to be so alarmed. We brought you here for a reason. We need your help." The man attempted to soothe Henry's anxiety. "My name is Reginald, and this is my right hand man," The man, now known as 'Reginald' gestured to another man who appeared to be driving the helicopter they all sat in. The second guy was taller than Reginald, Henry could tell, even though he was sitting down, and had a red mustache and hair. He appeared to be quite stern. And it was at this moment that Henry fully realized the situation.

He was in a government helicopter, with a couple soldiers holding guns at the ready, talking to someone who appeared to be in charge (maybe a captain). 

"You were a tricky little minx to catch, but I am sure your skills will make this worth the trouble."

Henry was briefed on the mission: go into the Toppat Clan's airship, find incriminating evidence, and gain his freedom. Seems fair enough.

Once he was on the ship, he found an air vent that eventually spat him onto a platform, one that was across from another platform with a "records" sign. 

"Oi, Henry. Might want to take a look at their records. You could probably find something there." Right's voice called through Henry's earpiece. His tone made it sound more like a command than a suggestion. "I've some things that can help you get across. What do you want to use?"

-Box

-Gun

-Right Hand Man

Henry decided on the box. Sure enough, one was dropped down in front of him. When he tried to open it, he realized it was made of metal. Suddenly, it seemed to unfold itself, sprouting arms and legs.

Ah. It was a small robot.

Suddenly, the small robot stomped up to him and lifted him off the ground with a vice grip. Henry had no time to get his bearings… and no time to prepare for the robot throwing him across the gap full-speed. 

Henry's body slammed into the metal floor, knocking the air out of his lungs. He looked across the gap, where he used to be, to see the robot give him a salute and then fold back into a box. Little pest. Useful, but still a pest.

Henry carried on his way to the records room, the shelves and files were practically endless, then he saw someone reading through a file. He ducked behind a shelf and watched the man. He had black sideburns, and a dark green uniform and Top hat to match. "Hmm. I gotta find a better spot for this, too incriminating to have in the open." He had a slight Brooklyn accent, if Henry assumed correctly.

Henry started to panic when the man stood up, seemingly turning to face the direction Henry happened to be in. 'Do something do something do something!' Henry's brain screamed.

Without thinking Henry grabbed a heavy book off the shelf and threw it full force at the guy. The book landed hard on the guy's foot, Henry could hear a *crack* upon impact. 

The Toppat crumbled to the floor, clutching his ankle and yelling obscenities for the whole world to hear. After some cursing, he seemed to refocus. "Who the FUCK-! Bukowski! Is that you!? I swear to god if that was you I'm gonna throw you off this Damn ship!" 

Henry crawled and sneaked his way around him, arms and legs on the metal floor. He maneuvered his way under the table, hastily grabbing the files the angry man dropped. He began to back up, hoping to leave the room without getting caught.

His hopes were dashed though when the guy turned his head to look at him. They both froze for a second when they made eye contact.

It did not take long for the Toppat to realize who was responsible for crushing his foot with a book. "Oi! Who the hell are you!?" Henry fumbled to his feet, and just ran. He was met with a locked door. Keycard only, Damn.

Henry turned to look at the man who was now getting up with the help of the table. That guy probably had a keycard.

Henry stuffed the file into his jacket, and bolted towards the guy. Using his built up momentum, he delivered a brutal kick to the guy's head, causing it to slam into the table top. While he was stunned, Henry snatched the card, and booked it towards the door. The identification on the card read "Rupert Price". 

Welp. Sorry Rupert, but he needed an escape. 

With his newfound access, he ran through the long metal halls of the ship. He had Right giving him directions to the nearest exit through his earpiece. It certainly helped with navigating the long, confusing, symmetrical halls of the airship.

Alarms started blaring. That Rupert guy must've alerted the clan.

Thinking fast, Henry swiftly dove into a vent, out of sight. He continued to listen to Right's directions.

"Take a left, don't make too much noise. There's a room full of crooks under you. A lot of 'em are armed."

Henry resisted the urge to say "no shit", feeling that it's pretty obvious a bunch of criminals would have weapons. He bit back his smartass remarks, it wasn't the time.

Henry eventually left the confines of the ventilation system, arriving in a room similar to a garage. Seeing as he was alone, he opened the huge metal garage door, ready to leave.

"Alright 'Enry. Get ready to-" the audio was cut off by garbled electronic noises. He couldn't make out what Right was saying, no matter how much he strained to listen. 

Suddenly, he heard someone… clapping?

"Finally, I can speak to you without interruptions," a voice said. A familiar one. Where had Henry heard that voice before?

"I gotta say, I haven't been this excited in a long time. Seeing you, Henry Stickmin, on my airship." 

A figure emerged from the darkness, a black hat with a red band and matching red headphones poking through, and a familiar red cloak.

The same guy from the alleyway! What was his name again? Henry's mind drew a blank, only remembering how weird that encounter was.

"I guess this is a good time to 'properly' introduce myself." The man said, a sly grin on his face. 

He approached Henry and gently grasped his hand, leaning down to plant a gentle kiss on his knuckles. 

"Charles Calvin, leader of the Toppat Clan."

Henry's face flushed a new shade of pink. He froze, muscles tense from intimidation, confusion, and slight flusherment. 

"I'm honored that you stopped by. It's a little unfortunate though. You are a talented thief, I didn't even know you were here at first!" Charles' tone took on a genuine excitement in that moment.

 "Though your 'government buddies' aren't quite as sneaky with that helicopter out there." His tone shifted again, laced with a feeling Henry could only describe as animosity when he mentioned the government.

 Henry swallowed thickly. He had been caught. What was Charles going to do? What would the government do with Henry's failure? 

"You're sweating," Charles said, seeming a bit concerned. He cupped Henry's cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. Henry wasn't sure what to feel about this. For some reason, Charles seemed comforting and terrifying simultaneously. "What do they have on you Henry? I can't imagine that a habitual thief like yourself would willingly team up with the people hunting him down. Did they threaten you?"

Charles' voice had a protective edge to it.

Henry was at a loss for words. What was he supposed to do? 

On one hand, he barely knew this man, and the guy was a powerful clan leader. 

On the other hand, there was no guarantee that Captain Reginald would keep his promise. The government could be lying to him. They could have just wanted to use him to take down the clan, and then arrest him right after. Kill two birds with one stone.

Henry bit back his nerves, deciding to be honest and see how Charles would react. 

"My freedom." Henry stated, doing his best to make his tone unreadable. 

Charles tilted his head. "Your freedom? What, you do what they want and you don't get sent to prison? Is that really the deal?" 

Henry nodded. "They said they'd pardon me for my crimes."

"... And how do you know that they'll actually go through with it?"

Henry said nothing. He didn't know.

"Doesn't sound like you're any closer to freedom, bud." Charles' sympathetic tone made Henry feel… oddly safe. He wasn't sure why.

Charles cupped Henry's cheek, an oddly intimate and comforting action. "Join the clan Henry. No government, or prison, will even touch you, not if I have a say in it. You'll be safe with me, Henry, I promise. Just let me love you, and stay." 

Henry's eyes widened.

Wow… that was really forward of Charles. "Love" was an interesting word choice. Charles wasn't just asking Henry to join his criminal organization, he basically just asked him out. 

Henry's face lit up with a warm pink glow, before he thought about the reality of the situation. He had a choice to make. Both options had risks. He could either join Charles, or finish his government mission. A crime Lord stranger, or a US captain who had already kidnapped him earlier to get him to do the government's bidding. 

Henry averted his eyes, focusing them on the metal floor beneath them.

This place seemed stable. And the government hasn't taken these guys down. They were strong. If he stayed on their good side, he could be untouchable.

If he went with the government, he could be pardoned for his crimes and have a second chance at a normal life. No criminal record.

Henry closes his eyes.

-Stay

-Go

He looked Charles in the eye. The man patiently waited for his response with a smile. He was bouncing on his heels a bit. He seemed eager. 

Henry held out his hand, "Okay, I'll join you." He was expecting Charles to shake his hand, but instead, Charles threw his arms around Henry in a hug. He lifted Henry off the ground and spun around. 

"Oh Henry! I'm so glad! You won't regret this!" 

Henry squirmed awkwardly. This guy was very cuddly. 

Charles seemed to recompose himself. Henry was relieved when he could feel the floor beneath him again. 

Charles cleared his throat. "Ahem. So, how do you want to deal with… them?" Charles vaguely gestured to the helicopter outside. Henry was thankful they couldn't see him and Charles.

Henry tapped his chin in thought. Then an idea came to him.

"Do you have a spare hat?"

The cargo hold's door opened. The wind and air whipped around Henry violently, he had to squint. Henry held up the decoy he put together, making sure Charles's signature hat and headset stayed on its head. 

Charles waited off to the side, his back pressed against the wall by the door, nodding at Henry.

Suddenly, he could hear Right's voice in his earpiece again.

"Henry! What happened there!? I couldn't reach you."

"It's fine! I just had to turn off my earpiece for a bit. I didn't want to give away my location."

Henry stepped forward, making sure he could be seen from the helicopter, he put handcuffs on the decoy, and held it so that it looked like he arrested Charles. 

"I'll meet you on the ground!" Henry yelled, and turned off his earpiece. He backed up towards Charles, who had a decoy of Henry ready with a parachute strapped to it. 

They quickly tied the decoy together, still making sure that it looked like Henry was holding Charles, they gave the fake Henry the earpiece. Finally, they worked together to throw the decoys off the ship. 

Charles held a remote in his palm, quietly counting to himself so he could time it right.

Henry watched as the helicopter flew downwards to follow their false counterparts. Charles pressed a button on his remote, and the decoys' parachute opened.

They closed the cargo door, and smiled at each other. That should hold them off for a bit.

Charles started laughing. "Oh, I wish I could see their faces when they realize what we did." He wiped a tear from his eye.

Henry chuckled a bit. "I bet it would be funny."

Charles wrapped an arm around Henry. "Hahah… I hope we have a lot more moments like these, Henry." 

Henry smiled softly. "Yeah, me too."

Suddenly, Henry remembered something. 

"Oh! Uh… since we're working together now, I should probably give this back to you." He reached into his coat and pulled out the file he had stolen earlier. 

He handed it to Charles, who upon seeing it, let out another laugh. 

"Oh, you little minx! I didn't even realize you stole this!" Charles seemed genuinely impressed. "You're good.." He said, his tone ever so slightly flirtatious. 

Henry gave a dismissive (and bashful) hand wave. "It was nothing." 

"You're trouble, aren't you?" Charles smirked.

Henry chuckled. "Yeah, and now you have to deal with it."

"Gladly."

Big cat's birthday 2023