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Because some people (on Discord) really like my silly goofy AU robot man, I decided that I was gonna do this! Y’all know who you are, and this is for you :)
— Skeletons in his Closet —
A robot fitted with cowboy-esque attire wandered through some mostly desolate plains. Radge was made with the intention of hunting down anyone who displeased his master, and for the most part, he did his job well.
There was only one teeny tiny little issue: Radge wasn’t alone.
Before the game was modified (which he referred to as ‘the change’), the bot had been working on his own little creations. However, he could hardly recall anything about them because most of his memories had been wiped, and the rest were corrupted.
But the Uberbots? He couldn’t forget them. Mainly because sometime during ‘the change’, their files had somehow become unzipped, and were now living within his mind.
“Movement spotted. Potentially the target.” The Photographer said. Due to his sensitive optical sensors, he had been helping Radge with hunting down their most recent target: an oddly small Smiling that had wandered from Pafjyn’s island and was now intruding on Krozzar’s land.
They had been stalking the infected for some time now, and nearly lost it when the Photographer offered his assistance. Radge was cautious when it came to letting an Uberbot take control, so he only did it when on a mission, and away from his master.
“Hey, Radge?” When G0lly abruptly spoke up, she inadvertently ‘booted’ Radge into the inky black confines of his synthetic subconscious. He was only there for a moment, but it felt like an eternity without his optical or auditory sensors.
“Jeez, G0lly! You can’t just butt in when another Uberbot and I are both piloting. You might throw off Photo’s focus.”
“I’m sorry….I just thought of a question and reaaaaly wanted to know the answer.” This time, G0lly had the decency to send a direct message instead of taking control of his speakers.
“Fine, fine.” He replied. “But make it quick.”
:0 “Thank you!!”
”So…how come you only let Photographer help you out? Why can’t we do one of your super cool missions?”
Radge pauses for a moment, before sending a private message to the Photographer asking him if he could be the sole pilot for now (to which he responds with a thumbs up emoji.)
“…Well, I’ve given an offer to the Archivist in the past, and she politely declined. And you know how Canvas can get sometimes. I didn’t want them to get overwhelmed—“
“That’s weird. I never got an invite. How come?”
Oh, G0lly. She was much too pure for this cruel, dark world. Radge promised himself that he’d keep her safe from the horrors he and the others had to experience because of Krozzar.
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“Oh. Well, I probably just- forgot. Yeah.”
“…Come to think of it, you never invite me to do anything. You don’t even let me pilot.”
Radge noted that G0lly sounded like she was on the verge of tears, even though she was physically incapable of doing so.
“Why…why do you leave me out? Do you hate me that much?”
“What? No. Why would you think that, G0ll—“
“Target acquired.”
Seeing his chance to leave this awkward situation, Radge goes to re-pilot his body alongside the Photographer. Once he reconnected to his optic sensors, Radge notices the limp figure laying on the ground in front of him.
“Is it-“ ”Unconscious. Krozzar requested it be taken alive, correct?” ”Y-Yeah…”
They were essentially a robotic hitman, but Radge could never get used to the feeling of actually eliminating a target.
“I can take it from here. Thank you, Phots.” ”No problem.”
With the small infected slung over his shoulder, Radge thought that things would get easier from here. “WH#T DID YOU S#Y TO HER?”
Nevermind.
“Heyyy there, Canvas! I thought you were taking a rest.”
“S#rry for yelling, but G0lly’s gon# quiet. She s#id that she ‘finally g#t her answer.’ W#at did you say to #er?”
“G0lly sent me a notification. Is something wrong?”
“None of your business, Archivist. Now can you please just—“
“I have received a notification as well.”
“You’re all here! Awesome!!” ”I’m trying to convince Radge that I’m tough enough to help him with his missions, and I thought that you guys can help me with that!”
“Tough enough? Oh, G0lly…”
Every wire in Radge’s body felt like it was melting. His system couldn’t handle the strain of everyone attempting to pilot at once. The bot froze in place, twitching. It’s screen flickering from one set of eyes to the next.
“I agr#e with G0lly. It’s #nly fair that she g#ts to do a mis#ion.”
“This work…this world…it’s all too much for her. I’m sorry, G0lly, but I’m siding with Radge on this one. What do you say, Photographer?”
“I have little opinion on this matter, as long as our tasks are still completed.”
“-and I can complete them!”
“Can you aLL JUST SHUT UP!?!”
Silence.
“Please….just *hhh* stop. All of you. Just stop…”
“We appear to be overheating.”
“Perhaps we overdid it a bit..”
One by one, the Uberbots slowly receded back into their shared digital headspace, leaving just Radge.
And G0lly.
She didn’t say anything, but Radge could sense that she was still there.
“…G0lly?”
“…”
“I— I won’t beat around the bush anymore. I’m sorry. You’re just…so positive. You’re the only ray of sunshine we have in this miserable world, and I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to lose you like how I lost mys-“
“…..”
“Do…do you want to look at animal pictures when we get back?”
“That’s all you had to say.” :)
And with that, G0lly was gone as well. But not before sending one last private message.
“I’m still kinda sad…but I get it. Can I at least help you and the Photographer find targets?”
“Maybe.” Radge replied as the familiar sights of the heart of Krozzar’s domain faded into view.
“Just maybe.”
Hope y’all like Apocalyption, as I wouldn’t be surprised if I end up posting about it semi-frequently (if you couldn’t tell from the three story posts. 😂) Been focusing on Scaly Summit for a while now and a temporary change of pace never hurt anyone.
Anyways, here’s some references for both one of the Scrybes, and Radge. The others are coming soon(ish.)
