Moldywormcan
Fandoms
Recent works
-
Tags
Summary
The calm whirr of machinery and computer fans filled the maintenance room with a nice and warm atmosphere, perfect for a coldblooded reptilian and a robot to rest in. The room itself was not big in size, the various machinery lining the room’s walls and the big operating table in the middle only served to shrink the movable space.
Series
- Part 2 of luchicue cyber prison slop
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 1,092
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 5
- Hits:
- 74
-
Tags
Summary
The prison cube was.. alright. Drude found comfort in the isolation, the stillness of it all. Everything was in its place, all data was arranged and conformed to a set of criteria. There weren’t many new things, but Drude was happy with that. The data contained in this prison was already abundant, and the warden of the place liked parsing through it, examining each byte, correcting any errors that might’ve been missed the previous millions of times Drude had repeated this process.
But he was fine with it. His job was his everything, after all.
Series
- Part 1 of luchicue cyber prison slop
Recent series
-
- Words:
- 7,797
- Works:
- 2
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
The hum of fluorescent lighting rang throughout the billiard arena, a pleasant soundtrack for the roaring applause of tipsy, noble attendants. It reeked of cigar smoke and a vague air of alcohol, the perfect backdrop for any Friday night.
“Quite impressive. Wouldn’t you say, Sam?” Orpheus hummed into his drink of choice. The words sent vibrations down into the liquid, ripples cascading across the finest of aged wines. With it, he sent a glance toward his companion—a colleague, of whom one could mistake for someone in a hostage scenario, given how blatant his distaste.
“I find impressive the lengths you go to slack off, Mr. Orpheus.” He scoffed, hands buried and jutting out of the pockets of his lab coat sloppily. “There’s work to be done, important work. I cannot fathom what’s so dire that you drag me to this- this basement.”
“It’s not a basement, Sam. Don’t be crude.” Orpheus chastised lightly, the verbal slapping of the hand. “Come on. Where else could you get views like this?” He brought his drink to a swirl with a few masterful twists of the wrist, a whirlpool forming in the center. “Certainly not stuck up in our lab.”
---
Orpheus drags Sam out to the billiard's hall.
Series
- Part 4 of Drabbles/Writing Exercise
Bookmarked by Moldywormcan
13 Aug 2025