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Clunkr was working away in his lab restlessly, replacing rusted metal and fixing loose screws in the small machine, dubbed ‘Funbot’ by Garnold, in loving memory.
Clunkr took off his protective mask as he finished welding the nameplate on Funbot’s head, wiping his forehead clear of sweat before a small grin came across his face while he caught his breath.
Clunkr: “What a marvel you are…”
Clunkr said breathlessly before digging into his pocket, taking out a hard drive, a white piece of tape on the back of it reading ‘FUNTIME v20.25’. Clunkr leaned over the robot to insert the hard drive into the visor, until he heard a knock at his door.
Clunkr: “[...Who could be visiting me this early?]”
Clunkr thought to himself before putting the hard drive into Funbot’s visor, pulling the lever to power him on before walking to the front door, angry murmurs coming from his mouth. As he reached the front door, he stood in front of it with his hands on his hips.
Clunkr: “I'm busy. Come back later.”
…
Clunkr’s eyebrows furrowed as he didn't get a response. He slowly walked up to the peephole to look out the door. Upon looking, he saw… nothing?
Clunkr: “Must be Brud and Sky ding-dong-ditching again…”
He grumbled to himself before walking back to his lab, taking a seat on a stool as he waited for Funbot to boot up. Until he heard the sound of his front door being kicked down.
Clunkr: “What in the…”
Clunkr whispered, before standing up to walk towards the front door, his blowtorch in hand. As he turned the corner, he was met with a gun pointed at him, and a familiar face with an unsettlingly wide grin.
Clunkr: “Wen-”
Before Clunkr was able to finish his sentence, Wenda pulled the trigger. Luckily for him, his cymbal stopped the bullet from reaching his face, bending the cymbal inwards instead. The two of them stood stunned for a moment before Clunkr swung a heavy fist at Wenda, decking her across the face.
Wenda: “ACK-”
In a moment of fear, Clunkr ran into the lab, frantically searching for something to defend himself with.
Clunkr: “Alright, calm down, Clunkr… it's totally not like your mentoring student just tried to shoot you point blank.”
As Clunkr quickly scanned the room, he laid eyes on Funbot, who was fully booted up and ready to go. Clunkr booked it to Funbot, frantically removing all the charging cables from them.
Clunkr: [C’mon, Funbot, don't fail me now-]
Clunkr silently pleaded as Wenda burst into the lab, her eyes piercing daggers into Clunkr as she ran for him, attempting to subdue him.
Clunkr: “DAMN IT, WENDA– What has gotten into you?!”
Clunkr grunted out as he was grabbed by the torso, his arm against Wenda’s neck. He received no reply. In a desperate attempt to get away, Clunkr headbutted Wenda, sending her stumbling backwards and stunning himself slightly.
Clunkr: “Ugh…”
Clunkr reached a hand up underneath his cymbal. His hand was covered in blood as he removed it, and his pupils shrunk in horror at his reddened hand. Wenda was staring at him directly as he did this, a manic grin coming across her face.
She stumbled to her feet before running at Clunkr, attempting to grab at his cymbal.
Clunkr exclaimed as he was pushed against a wall, stunned as Wenda managed to get a firm grasp on his cymbal, bashing it against his head as another splash of blood came from his skull.
Clunkr: “FUCK–”
Clunkr’s arms went underneath his cymbal in desperacy, trying to stop the bashing against his head as the crash of cymbal soon turned into the disgusting sound of bone breaking and blood splattering, Wenda throwing him against the wall, stomping against his cymbal to further worsen the damage until he moved no more.
Wenda giggled as Clunkr laid against the wall lifeless, his head down to his arms covered in blood and bits of brain scattered around the lifeless husk. Wenda turned to leave before noticing something different; Funbot was gone. Wenda shrugged it off before walking towards the door, cutting off the light before slamming the door.
Meanwhile…
Blackhat had caught up to Wenda behind a cornerstore, tearing off a gauze pad and sticking it onto her cheek.
Blackhat: “Wenda.”
Wenda: “What.”
Blackhat: “Keep yourself in check. I'm not going to be here every time you get roughhoused because you want to fight men double your strength.”
Wenda rolled her eyes, mumbling something under her breath as a hand ran over the gauze pad. Wenda stared up at Blackhat with an angry expression, Blackhat’s eyes trained on her in a disappointed fashion.
Blackhat: “I expect more of you.”
Wenda’s eyebrows furrowed, her expression changing from harsh, to taken aback. She tried to speak through shaky words.
Wenda: “I–...”
Blackhat: “Shut it.”
“Your next target is Raddy. This is one of your last chances to redeem yourself.”
Wenda: “Raddy is a fucking monster compared to me! Literally. I'm not going to war with a dragon. I might be insane, but I'm not stupid.”
Wenda grumbled, looking away from Blackhat as he wrapped a bandage around her leg.
Blackhat: “Still. At least try to weaken him before we both go in.”
Wenda: “...Fine. Whatever.”
As the two continued their back and forth waffling, Funbot was around the corner of the store, getting every word of their conversation.
Mr. Fun Computer: “This means war.”
Funbot’s one eye stared at Mr Fun Computer, his mouth curving into a frown.
author’s note: mr fun computer is using half of funbot’s screen to display himself, which is why funbot only has one eye
Raddy was sitting beside Mr. Tree with a book in hand, impatiently tapping on the hard cover as he glanced at his watch every few minutes.
Raddy: “Well, they're late.”
Raddy says as his watch hits 11:30 am. It was still awfully dark despite it being almost the afternoon, thanks to the severe lack of Mr. Sun. As Raddy stood up and grabbed his duffle bag, he laid eyes on Wenda, standing a few feet in front of him.
Raddy: “...Cat.”
Raddy grumbled before shoving past Wenda, trudging down the hill before a knife hit the back of his head, bouncing off of his scales.
Raddy: “What the-?!”
Raddy watched the knife tumble down the hill before turning around to face Wenda, his eyebrows furrowing in anger.
Raddy: “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”
Wenda didn't reply, instead taking out another knife. Raddy’s expression became firm, dropping his duffle bag before walking towards Wenda, his movements stiff.
Wenda was slightly taken back at how easily it was to agitate him; she assumed it’d take at least a little more effort. Wenda tried pointing the knife at Raddy as he came closer, her effort in vain as he shoved past it and grabbed onto her collar.
Raddy: “Don’t try that shit again.”
Raddy exclaimed in a stern tone, before Wenda attempted to stab him in his side, only serving to damage his scales and agitate him more, an awkward but fearful smile coming across Wenda’s face.
Wenda: “...April Fools…?”
Raddy, now absolutely fuming, threw Wenda against the ground, knocking the air out of her lungs and her knife out of her hand. After regaining her breath and some semblance of what’s happening, she raised her arms defensively.
Wenda: “Heyyy, Raddy— Friend, chum, pal-... We can talk this out, right…?”
Raddy stood above her, his face completely written with anger as he raised his foot. Wenda’s awkward smile quickly faded as she recovered herself to avoid getting fucking CURBSTOMPED as his foot smashed against the ground, throwing dirt everywhere.
Wenda: [This motherfucker is more insane than me-!]
Wenda's thoughts were quickly cut off as Raddy began barrelling towards her. Wenda desperately scrambled up to her feet in preparation to run away before being tackled to the ground once again.
Wenda: “For fuck’s sake, give me a moment to CATCH MY BREATH, you brute-”
Wenda wheezed out as she laid against the ground, her torso aching with pain as Raddy leaned over her.
Raddy: “Get moving.”
Wenda dragged herself from underneath Raddy before pulling herself to her feet, trembling noticeably as she ran away. Raddy scoffed as she left his view, going to pick up his duffle bag again before hearing his name being called.
Durple: “RADDY-!”
Raddy turned around as Durple, Oren, and Simon came over the hill, Durple being the only one not out of breath.
Durple: “How come you always need us when you're so far away?”
Raddy stared at Simon and Oren, Simon collapsing onto the ground.
Raddy: “It doesn't matter. But, since you guys are here, I do have something important to tell you.”
Durple: “...What's up?”
Unfortunately, news as such spread among them like a wildfire, eventually making it to the two people who would not like the news at all.
Grey: “...What?”
Jevin: “What.”
The manner in Grey and Jevin’s individual “what”s were vastly different. Grey’s voice was trembling like he was going to cry, but Jevin’s voice sounded like he was in disbelief.
Vinera: “...Yeah… that's what I've been told.”
Vinera’s voice was rather uncomfortable, her hands fidgeting with her wig as she spoke.
Vinera: “I hate that I had to be the person to tell you two the gist, but it seems like I was the only person willing to say it.”
Pinki and Simon averted their eyes from Vinera’s stare, slightly ashamed.
Grey: “No, no no-... Not Wenda-...”
Grey’s voice was breathless, his hands coming to cover his face as he spiraled. Pinki quickly stood up and walked to Grey upon notice, attempting to calm him down.
Simon: [Oh man, this isn't how I expected my day to go…]
Simon thought to himself, scratching the back of his head as he sat uncomfortably. Jevin’s eye twitched as he processed the news.
Jevin: “I… need to grab something.”
Jevin said as he hurriedly shuffled to the bedroom. Pinki, Vinera, and Simon all traded confused glances at each other.
Jevin quickly scattered through Tunner’s files from interviewing Clunkr, grabbing the notepad and skimming through the notes, looking for something that would lead him until he laid eyes on the word “therapy”.
Jevin: “...”
“Oh God.”
End of Episode 4.