The Robotic Tessa Was Afraid At First, And Then, That Song... The Song She Had Thought Was About Her

The Robotic Tessa was afraid at first, and then, that song... The song she had thought was about her when she was a tot, back before any drones, doing her best to sit still for her Father back when he cared as he redid her braids and retied all her ribbons. A fairly faded out and fuzzy memory, but... that song, it made Tessa feel safe.

She remembered why she loved to sing. All those songs she would sing, they were songs she learned when she was little, and they were both a comfort and an auditory stim.

Tessa sat nice and still, feeling her J working though the tangles carefully, surprised that despite the tangles, there was a very light pull but no strain signals came from the clasps.

She eventually waited for a pause in J's brushing as she remarked, "This... this feels nice..."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

After a while, Tessa emerged from the room, wearing a black puffy dress with white bows and lace, she held a bag of the bottles of oil in her hand. Her tangled hair, no longer bound by a dirty scrunchy, was now freshly washed, the colour a little lighter now since all the grime was washed off.

"H-hi Jaybird..." she greeted shyly, making her way to the recycling bin by the front door as she put the oil containers in there. She walked over and sat on the floor in front of the couch, trembling a little, the thought of any J placing even a finger on her hair made her afraid, but, she needed the help.

"Alright... I'm as r-ready as I'm going to be," Tessa replied with some fright in her voice, she held her gauntlets to self soothe.

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

Tessa felt something, she felt something she hadn't felt in a while. She felt comfortable around J again, despite her J wearing the disassembly drone legs and one disassembly drone gauntlet.

She leaned her back against her girlfriend's legs and let out a small happy squeak of joy.

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

if you're cold, she's cold, put her in your pocket!

Tessa's chapter 1 design for my fic! I'll make a promotional post for it soon... enjoy this tessa doodle while i prepare <3

Tessa's LED eyes lit up brighter, she was shocked by the fact that the J she had built when her J vanished WAS her J. "... I'm... I'm so sorry I didn't see you and was so engulfed with grieving that I neglected to notice you were right here..." She rubbed her right hand over her knotted ponytail and replied, "It was very stupid of me to chase down that other J... Studying her... trying to save her... only for my singing to get me in a heap of trouble..."

She felt scared at the thought of a J anywhere near her hair, but... she knew how bad it was. She was a hairdresser... well WAS, she had all her work on back order for the last 4 days, but she didn't have the strength or will power to undo all the knots, and the thought of cropping it short made her terrified.

She took J's right hand in her left hand and kissed the back of it softly. "I'll go take a bath... I'll meet you in the living room after... I'm so sorry I let things get this bad..." she admitted before letting her darling J's hand go, she turned to go use their shared bathroom, but glanced back over her shoulder before responding, "I'm... I'm so happy you're back... You've always been able to pull me back from the brink."

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.

J's voice made her jump slightly, before she looked over in the dark to the J she had created after her J vanished. "S-s-sorry Jaybird, I... I'm r-right," the drone with the dark turquoise tangles greeted sadly, but she clearly wasn't alright at all.

The mere suggestion of J even being an inch away from her hair made her flinch, holding her ponytail close like it was a beloved toy that someone wanted to take away from her. "I don't... I don't think that's wise, J..." she advised, looking away in embarrassment, admitting sorrowfully as she trembled having noticed the legs J was using, "I... I'd prefer if you didn't wear your armoured form's legs at home... They remind me of..." she paused, thinking about the big scary J that had hunted her down, ambushed her and broke her shoulder and also stole Tessa's confidence.

Feral J AU - Mutuals Roleplay - Bringing her Out of Hiding.

Tessa sat in her bedroom, she hadn't left in 4 days since the incident with the Feral J, she sat in the dark on her charger bed, with her laptop, bottles of strawberry oil were littered around the room so badly it was starting to smell like a Strawberry Shortcake Doll factory.

Tessa's hair, the glorious length that had been stolen from her, had been replaced with a long and tangled mess, tied up in a high ponytail. Still draped over her shoulders were the tensor bandages, even though the injuries had scarred over. She didn't also either bother wearing a pretty dress and bows, just a plain black cotton dress with a long floor length skirt. She sat looking at cute cat photos, but everytime she'd hear a sound, she would jump a little.

She no longer sang, or laughed, nor was even @sd-lowercase-j able to coax her gently back from this depressive episode.

Tessa had not only lost her anger and fight towards the feral J, but she had somewhat lost herself in the fray.