II A Much Needed Reunion II ((Closed with insanityprone))


Chibi hesitated for a moment after seen the droid crouch down, his arms open for her to run to.  Tears became obvious in her eyes…she’s imagined this happening all the time.  So many times…but every time she ran..he faded. He was never really there…though she should have always glanced down at her necklace..but she always tried to pass it off as it not working any more…

She nervously came from behind the wall, almost in the same place where she started at, truly afraid to run towards him…afraid that he wasn’t real and that she was alone once again…

But the blue glow below her caught her attention. Her eyes darted down to the necklace quickly.  Her fingers softly wrapped around it, in complete disbelief that it was glowing..but there it was, a warm blue glow emitting from the glass.  A hard lump came to the child’s throat as tears easily fell down her cheeks.

Within seconds, she ran up to him, wrapping her small arms around his neck and sobbing into his shoulder.

"….y…..you’re real…….you’re r-really h-here……You’re real……"

     It never failed to sadden him some when she wept. The tears that seeped into the collar of his shirt left a sinking feeling in the core of his circuitry, and he could only wonder if it originated from guilt, or simple empathy. That wasn’t something he’d known himself to experience often, considering his own bouts of corruption. The jumbled code wiped any real sense of emotion. Though with her it was completely the opposite. Not that his mind was necessarily fixed. More as if it didn’t matter as much.

     He hoped he made her feel that way, too.

     As he wrapped his arms around her in return, he nodded gently, one hand resting against her back, the other to stroke a palm against the back of her head. Soothing a child was one skill he thought himself rather good at, if he didn’t say so himself. At least he was actually trying. Anything to get her to stop crying.

            “I’m one hundred percent real,
             I promise. I’ll, er, oh— I’ll pinky
             swear if you want me to.”

The child peered from behind a wall, "...Daddy?"

     A softness befalls his expression almost immediately at the light chime of her familiar voice, a deep contrast to his usual callous.

            “Chibi — “

     Droid turns to the source and his smile widens at the sight of the smaller. Shrinking to a crouch, he beckons with extended arms. Distracted, he forgets about the necklace she’d gifted to him, the little vial glowing red on a string around pale neck inside his shirt.

            “I haven’t seen you in —
             I don’t even bloody know
             how long. Where’ve you

AH! ANOTHER ONE?! Which is the real one!!?!?


           There can only be one.


            "That’s nice — ? I guess.”

A tiny and sad voice quietly appeared, "I miss you.."

            "Wh— Who misses me? You’re
              talking awfully quiet for someone
              who apparently misses me so much.”

Who's a good boy? Who's a good booooy? Is it you?

            "Is it me — ? Pft- of course it’s
              me. I’m the best! Obviously.”


                                               SPACE PHASE
                                             A nice mix of moody ambients to 
                                             explore     the      universe    with.
                                                         ( Cover art credit )

       ᶜˡᶤᶜᵏ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵗᵒ ˡᶤᶳᵗᵉᶰᴼᵗʰᵉʳ ᴹᶤˣᵉᶳ

THAT is quite enough i am going to bed holy shit

those are probably still good stab me and go get them

    He gives her a look and promptly NOPES the fuck out.

     Boyfriend integrity.

Ur just a big racist. I understand now. 😐😐😐

            "No I swear I have like
              two guys I talk to in
              manufacturing. They’re
              just arms. Imagine that.
              Arms. No prejudices
              against arms here.”

but hey if u don't want them i understand. i mean i don't know why u'd ever wanna miss out on so many delicious cupcakes. delicious, delicious red velvet cupcakes. only a moron would refuse cupcakes like these. but i guess that's your choice.


I can't stop me from booty gyrating where ever I want. That's racist. You're racist. 💅

            "I'm not racist I have like three
              friends who are turrets.”

soooooo many cupcakes. all nice and red and sweet. you know you want them.

     GDI ——

Heyshhhhh my 🐍 don't want none. Shhg

            "No twerk only death.”

ew. so not what i'm here for. just stab me plz. then u can have allllllll these cupcakes.

          Fuck he really wants the cupcakes. But boyfriend integrity. But cupcakes.