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You loved robots!
You loved seeing the inside of machines since you were a child but by no means was it easy. You dreamt of being a mechanic since you were a wee newspawn. Your parents didn't quite agree with the idea of you becoming that. They often told you that picking a job around the gear you had when you matured was a better route. You never listened to them.
Now you're a Biograft repairs person with a rolling pen as a gear.
Pretty pathetic.
You recently got hired by The Lord Pwnatious to take care of his personal biograft. Usually you'd be happy to take another job except the lord didn't tell you anything about what or how you were supposed to take care of this robot!
He said over the phone to just “Fix it.” but if he wanted something fixed why did he call the phone line you reserved specifically for Biograft CLEANING services. It made you slightly irritated but it wasn't like you could do anything. Plus money was money, and you needed to pay rent.
—★—
You enter the room of the Biograft Lord Pwnatious affectionately boasted as “Carnage” over the phone. With a name like that you were expecting a robot small, maybe even light in colour, instead you were met with the opposite. Sitting in a chair in the corner of the room sewing was Carnage, and it was HUGE. In fact you had never seen an Omegagraft model so close to 6’6 in your sad inphernal life.
The Biograft turned its neck to look at you, awkward silence filled the room until you spoke up
“I was hired by your owner to repair you. Don't worry about me dismantling you or putting spyware into your systems, I don't know how to.”
You saw the robot blink cluelessly before laughing, surprisingly you didn't need to brace yourself this time. His laughter was smooth and human like even if it wasn't 100% realistic.
“Is that so?”
It's voice.
Gods, It was like nothing you had ever heard before! Most biografts sounded rough and mechanical but this one was different. You could only imagine how beautiful his vocal box looks on the inside.
Wait what was wrong with you,
you're on the job you shouldn't be thinking of that.
“I guess I should get moving then.” The Omegagraft turned off his sewing machine and put it away into a compartment hidden in the desk below him. He turned the chair he was sitting in around and pushed it to you encouraging you to take a seat.
It was so gentlemanly already you were surprised.
“No–no, I don't need a seat thank you though.”
Its electronic display shifted almost in a unionised action like a shrug.
You held back a laugh at the quirk and moved on to looking for any strain in its plating. Biografts always seem to get debris underneath their plating for reasons beyond you. For the expense of a Biograft you'd think they'd be more durable. Oh well!
You run your gloved hand over its plating digging under it a little, gently of course. Carnage's internal fans kick up, you pause.
“Do you have a sensory input system?”
“Indeed I do.”
“Apologies.”
You cough trying to cover-up the slight tremble of embarrassment in your voice. Deciding now is a perfect time to open his backport, you take your trusty screwdriver and expose his back.
You didn't know what you were looking at.
He had many more wires than the normal amount for a Biograft. He had a screen where his motherboard should've been. That screen connected to a wire, stretching from his back to his “skull”. Carnage’s confusing machinery combined with his high-end blackrockian EVERYTHING made it impossible for you to research what parts he was using.
“hey could you run a diagnostic scan on your hardware”
Carnage gave you a thumbs up before running the command which popped up on the screen in his backport.
The diagnostic came out normal, better than normal actually, he was in pristine condition. You were seriously starting to think that Sir Pwnatious called the right number after all.
You coughed to clear your thoughts and grab the Biograft’s attention.
“Ok so– uh everything is running fine”
“Do you have anything that's been bothering you internally?”
The lack of response was deafening. You twiddle with your fingers while waiting for an answer.
“I have been having faulty code lately, specifically commands going missing from my memory without warning. “
“I must have forgotten something important, otherwise you wouldn't have been called here.”
Carnage sounded serious, much to your dismay since you never dabbled in software ever– empathise on NEVER. This was a lost cause, you better start packing your stuff up before Pwnatious decides to check up on you for taking too long.
You picked up your screwdriver and began assimilating its back-port plate into place. Within the time you did that, Carnage took the courtesy of grabbing your metal lubricant bottle, putting it graciously by your side.
The last thing Pwnatious said to you before hanging up the call rang in your mind. As little you think of Pwnatious and his overpriced goods there was no way he was dumb on top of that, he definitely meant fix not clean.
There's something off going on here.
You shook that idea out of your head and opened the lubricant bottle by your side, strange, you never told Carnage to move it. You raise an eyebrow at the Biograft—your expression left unseen by it.
You squeezed the bottle until the lube ran smoothly onto your gloved hands. You were about to immediately go at him with no warning at all until you suddenly remembered that he had a sensory input system.
You pause in your tracks and tap the biograft's shoulder. He tilted his head down to look at your hands and let out a chirp of consent
This is the first time you've felt odd polishing a biograft. You hesitate laying your hands on him for a moment,
“Tell me if you feel uncomfortable, ok?”
He chirps happily in response, giving you some much needed reassurance.
You coat his back first, gauging your fingers into the small curves of his skeleton with practiced ease. Each slicked stroke you made onto his plating made him glisten. There were small dents and scratches engraved into his panels akin to scars on human skin.
You grazed over them gently eliciting a pleasant hum from Carnage's fans. You still felt somewhat tense, but the biograft's humming calmed you down.
You finish polishing its back, time for the front!
You step over your tool-bag and lose your footing for a moment, luckily not tripping yet. Right when you were about to turn around something you ignored appeared in your way, A wrench.
Next thing you knew your were sitting on the floor in pain while Carnage chuckled at your misfortune.
“Why didn't you tell me that was there!?”
“It would have been funnier if I didn't. “
You stared at him with a scowl. This was a bodyguard Biograft? What a joke. The Omegagraft tilted its head and stared back, gears turning in its mind. It eventually decided to lift itself off its knees and walk over to you, hand extended.
you glare at it for a while before taking it.
“Thanks.”
His hand looped around yours in a princely manner. Cold sleek metal pressed against your gloves as you gripped his hand harder.
You still needed to finish polishing him. The thought of doing that for another 30 minutes was distasteful but you kinda don't have a choice. You also needed Pwnatious to call a software engineer after you leave to fix whatever memory bug Carnage was having.
You were so tracked up in your thoughts you didn't even realize you were still holding onto the biograft's hand until he stared you down.
You promptly shook your hand out of its own at the sight. Unfortunately its stare didn't cease yet
“You gonna stop?”
. . .
The room fell into a deep silence that unsettled you, after a while it started to irritate you. Now you know what's wrong with this thing! It’s in a trance staring and doing nothing!
You pick up the bottle squirting the lotion coating your gloved hands once again. You glance over to carnage with a sigh and begin rubbing the polish onto his front panels. You take the process slowly, upper chestplate first then lower. Your hands graze over the star shaped crystal on his chest for a moment; Carnage flinched at the touch first but slowly leaned into it.
The crystal was warm, pulsing similar to a heart. you paused, resting your hand on it longer than you needed to.
You could hear Carnage's fans pick up into a hum. At first you felt startled but the tension left you swiftly.
His fans sounded like purrs from a cat. It was funny to you, seeing a robot of that stature be so enthralled by just some inphernal hands. You ran your hands up and down his chest relishing the vibration underneath.
Carnage curled his body towards your touch and let out a pleasant noise.
You lifted your hands off of him and he whined in his robotic tone. You frowned, you wanted to coddle him but you still had a job to get done.
—★—
You had finally finished polishing carnage, You felt confident that Pwnatious would be jolly about your work and hopefully give you a tip.
You stared at the biograft in his pristine glory. The shine of his crystal distracted you once again.
You stopped gazing at it the second Carnage caught his eyes on you. You cough seeing that he was raising an eyebrow at you.
“Well I'm finally done cleaning you,”
You stretch your arms out, feeling sore from staying in a locked position while cleaning him.
“Any idea where Pwnatious is so I can tell him?”
. . .
No response.
You squint your eyes at it. Was it seriously going to ignore you again?
You tap it on the shoulder, no reaction. Carnage was completely zoned out. You wanted to sulk but you knew that had no chance of catching the Omegagraft's attention. You cross your arms with a slight wince, trying to find the heart to be kind in your next few words.
“You thinking about something?”
“Yes.”
Carnage's electronic eye display dimmed in colour as it turned to you. You shifted uncomfortably under its gaze. You didn't know what it was Trying to express here, you guessed it was irritation.
“Can you answer my question?”
“No.”
It said in a sing-songy sarcastic tone, testing your patience. You scowl at its snarky answer and roll your eyes.
“Guess I'll just find him myself on the way out.”
You kneel down to pick up your supplies off the floor and put them in your tool bag. Your bag was incredibly dirty; there were oil lubricant stains and mud caked on from working in places with no flooring. You felt the need to clean it properly soon.
You knelt and in the middle of picking up your bag you heard Carnage's fans begin a concerning whirring noise.
“Wait, you're leaving already? You haven't even fixed my software error.”
“Sorry but I don't know how to code. You're gonna have to tell Pwnatious to find someone else.”
“I don't think Pwnatious is capable of finding someone else.”
“Uh what?”
You paused, that was in all honesty one of the most untrue things that had ever graced your ears. Pwnatious wasn't the brightest person in software, obviously, but he was a business man and he talked a lot. Surely finding someone wouldn't be harder than putting his shoes on in the morning.
“You're smart, you could figure it out, right?”
“Listen I wasn't hired to—”
“I'm durable I could handle some mistakes”
“I know that! But I'm not risking my pay,”
You pause and cross your arms.
“I am leaving.”
“You're not going anywhere.”
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