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model_ 3n03r
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it woke up to the sound of birds.
it in all realness, didn’t really know what birds sounded like, but the odd croaking noises coming from the trees could presumably be birds, though it did sound slightly different than described in the handbooks that it read.... at some point.
that was odd.
system_run_ [recall_birds]
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the area surrounding it was wooded (again, contributing to it’s theory on the bird noises), and it quickly concluded that it had never seen trees this tall. or smelly - it had never before had the input of whatever it was that smelled here, but it certainly did. it was fresh, and clean. it smelled like water before the aftertaste, and like a softer version of a woman’s perfume.
it wonders why this has never been packaged and sold.
in any case, the pinpointing system wasn’t broken - it was certainly off the path, and it needed to get back on.
it attempted to recall the historical portions of the handbook, though all that came back was a blinking error message, and a sinking feeling that it’s memory function had been damaged by whatever had put it off road.
[route_opportunities_identified]_ 360_paths
[random_number]_ 16.0
the sixteenth route was towards the approximate north west and downhill, which it concluded had a good chance of crossing the path, maybe more so since lower routes would be easier to traverse, and so it set off.
the trees only grew taller as it went, though the gaps between them widened. it made no attempt to quiet it’s footsteps, instead taking in the sound of every stick and leaf cracking under it’s foot with great satisfaction. the leaves were very odd it thought, some torn and all slightly different shapes, even the ones in the trees. some of the sticks, too, were oddly thin and bundled together at the tip and it was while examining one such stick that the first hit landed.
the being was heavy and had several gangling appendages, wrapping around its neck and torso as it pulled it to the ground, quickly rolling it onto its stomach and sitting on top.
the being [human, child, blonde, red bandana, 430994] let out a harsh shrieking sound, “got ‘chu bitch! fuckin’ sneakin’ around the back of l’manberg, what are you, some kind of spy ? fuckin’ creepin’ on us for the big bad blade?” the human taps on it’s ear, leaning in close and enunciating even further, “didn’t know you had turned into such a pussy since we fuckin’ chased you off blade, sending your fuckin’ cyborg lackeys.”
it winced at the loud input, and shifts it’s head away before clearing the dust off it’s vocal transmission.
“i am not a spy, i am droid model 3n03r and i need to find the path.”
a snort emits from the human, “you expect me to believe you’re a fuckin’ droid-not-spy? sorry bud but the only path you need to find is the path to good . workin’ for the blade isn’t all that, it’s evil n’ shit.”
system_run_ [recall_the_blade]
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“who is the blade?”
there is a sputtering noise like an engine run too low on energy, and then the human’s voice gets impossibly louder.
“you know! fuckin’ technoblade! pig ass motherfucker!” the human must catch the lack of recognition because their voice quiets slightly, “hates the government, kind of obsessed with W.I.T.H.E.R. bombs, major criminal-at-large, any of this ringing a bell?”
it shakes it’s head and the human sighs, seemingly defeated, muttering under their breath, “motherfucking cyborg newcomer, why’d i have to find the weird one, it’s like i collect them or some -” their voice is muffled by a hand over his face and when it emerges they are far more solemn.
“i’m taking you to l’manberg. someone there will be able to fuckin’ fix you.”
it doesn’t even bother to recall results on l’manberg, instead simply pushing itself up from the ground and following behind the human who has already begun traipsing through the trees again, hands buried deep in their pockets.
there is awkward silence for a bit before the human turns around, walking backwards and scowling at it.
“so what's your name fuckin’ cyborg freak?”
it blinks.
“i am droid model 3n03r. i have not been assigned a name.”
the human tosses their head back in seemingly frustration, “no fuckin’ name. got it. well i’m tommyinnit, no space, unless you’re using my middle name, which is never.”
file_opened [tommyinnit]_[human, child, blonde, red bandana, neutral, 684003]
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l’manberg’s presence is easily announced by the plastic cups crammed in the fence spelling out it’s name, though a sheet of paper is taped just above the “l” with “new” scrawled in hasty calligraphy. tommyinnit hoists himself over the fence, jumping to reach the top before throwing his legs over the metal in a way that looks painful. he gives an expectant look as he jumps down to the ground.
“come on bitch boy, i don’t have all day!”
it followed behind tommyinnit, taking more care has it lifted it’s legs over the fencing, and ensuring the ground was clear of debri before dropping to the ground. it stands up straight after landing, grinning widely at tommyinnit who rolls his eyes and walks off towards what appears to be a dried lake bed.
the sides of the hole are steep, and tommyinnit simply skids down the side taking a few running steps before he hits the bottom. there, at the bottom of the pit are clusters of wooden houses, raised up on stilts, ladders leading up to each of them and crooked pathways leading between them all. too, it is colorful, with blankets and tapestries hanging out of windows, clotheslines stretched between neighboring homes, and window boxes full of colorful plants it cannot identify. it slides down the walls of the hole, mimicking tommyinnit’s practiced steps, and it falls into place next to him. the boy barely glances at it before starting towards the closest ladder, clamoring up onto the pathway, not looking back to check if it is following.
he leads it through the paths, sidestepping crates and jumping over the places where boards have yet to fill. the pair approach a house at the far edge of the town, a large flag hanging out the window and a metal box crookedly attached by the door, the same poor calligraphy from the fence stating “suggestions box for president.”
tommyinnit doesn’t pause as he kicks open the door, peeling off the long trenchcoat he was formerly wearing and tossing it on an overturned bucket by the door.
“bee boy! i need you!”
the space is small and clearly unfinished; a collection of crates and metal boxes line the room, and a fox is walled off in the far corner. a suit hangs over a bedpost, rumpled and with thread hanging off of it. it’s nose wrinkles up at the unpleasant smell of wet fur that permeates from the room.
tommyinnit pays no mind to the clutter or the smell, simply stomping on the floor and moving his face closer to the ground, elongating is words.
“tubbo! i know you’re down there! it’s a presidential emergency!”
there is a loud groan and then a trapdoor it had not previously noticed swings open, giving way to another being [human, adolescent, horn modifications [botched], facial scars, neutral, 687992].
the being whirls around on the pair, a steady glare pointed directly at tommyinnit, before faltering as their eyes land on it.
“who is this tommy?”
tommyinnit nudges it forward, “tell ‘em droid boy.”
“i am droid model 3n03r, i need to find my way back to the path.”
the being’s noise scrunches up, “what path?” it opens it mouth to respond, but the being flaps it hand, crossing to the bed and grabbing a small journal out of the breast pocket of their suit. “nevermind, what’s your name.”
it blinks. what was with these people and asking for its name?
“i haven’t been assigned one.”
tommyinnit groans and flops to the floor, “that was his fuckin’ response earlier too tubbo, i think we’re gonna have to figure something else out, cause he’s got no fuckin’ clue about the dee ess em pee either.”
the being pauses their writing, glancing up at tommyinnit, “what do you mean he doesn’t know about the settlement.”
tommyinnit groans, his voice raising in volume, “i mean he doesn’t know- watch this-” tommyinnit turns to it, “have you ever heard of dream’s survival and mutually protective settlement, aka the dee ess em pee?”
system_run_ [recall_dsmp]
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