Chapter Text
"It's missing the cheese!"
Ren called back after a small robot with dense copper hair and metallic chef's attire bolted onto it. Seconds ago, it had delivered him a BLT sandwich with cheese... Without the cheese.
"Oh! I am very sorry. My voice recognition must not have picked up your request."
Her monotone voice grew slightly in volume as she turned around. Ren had only thought to attach one small speaker where her mouth was, and as such, she struggled to be heard unless she was directly facing who she spoke to.
"Make it again, Griddle! And this time, don't forget the cheese!" Ren was audibly impatient, and he rudely shoved his plate towards Griddle the servant bot's face.
"I can just put the cheese in. No need to be wasteful-"
"Fine! Just make it quick. I have super important business to attend to very soon, jeez!"
He was slumping in a deep armchair, cradling a cup of coffee, which must have been just about adequate for his tastes. There was a coffee table in front of him, but no coasters; just countless ring marks from repeated stains and spills. He rested his black and red shoes on this coffee table, kicking back to relax into another hour of mindlessly drinking coffee. Did he ever do anything else? Well… Apart from getting up every so often to pee?
"...How long does it take to put cheese on my sandwich?!" Ren quickly grew agitated. Waiting on things was evidently not something he enjoyed.
"Calm down. It's only been thirty seconds," Griddle called out from through the kitchen. A moment later, she returned with the fixed request.
"I should never have made you self-aware..." grumbled Ren disdainfully. Perhaps he was right; a program would have been consistent and wouldn't have forgotten the dang cheese.
"I feel the same way. Hating every second of this, I tell ya." The robot had some sass and some guts to be talking down to Ren in front of him. It didn't land well; Ren drew a very large knife from a sheath attached to his belt and pointed it towards the bot while still seated.
"I have every right to chuck you to the Forge right now, you useless pile o' bolts! Do not speak of me in that way again, lest I follow through on that threat!" He leaned forwards to hold the knife closer. The bot didn't care; it was metal, just like the knife. What was he able to do to her?
"Maybe that would be preferable. But alas, I'm the only one who makes your food, and I'm sure you wouldn't want to lift a finger to do that yourself..." Griddle’s teasing further conflicted Ren; he really wanted to destroy her for her insubordination, but at the same time, he had no idea how to cook literally anything, not even a packet of instant noodles. Getting rid of her would inconvenience him.
"Just... Give me the sandwich and get the heck outta my sight..." Ren snatched the plate, checking for all the ingredients as Griddle rolled away, mildly perturbed by this incident. Her work went thankless by Ren; it always did. He just always sat there, eating his stupidly complex sandwich and staring at all the buildings he claimed the other robots' credit for.
"Somebody come and save me from this purgatory..." The dishevelled cooking bot huffed wishfully.