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It was a surprisingly chilly day a Blue Sky Acres. It was almost too chilly (too chilly for a desert, that is). Mr. Peanut was walking around to see how things were going as far as construction (run by Herm), surveillance (PC was in charge of that), and he just wanted to make sure that everything was going smooth (he was mainly making sure that there weren’t any scav attacks that had happened sense the surveillance cameras weren’t up and running yet).
“Mr. Peanut!” One of the bots yelled as they rushed towards him.
“Howdy do, Sport?” Mr. Peanut asked as he turned around only to see a bot about 5 feet tall, wearing a baseball cap backwards, and brown bits of metal hair peeking out from underneath. The bot also had a cartoonish face similar to penny’s. The metal that was supposed to act as skin was paper white and needed a bit of a touch-up.
“Y-you’ve got to see this.” The bot—Sport, said as he lifted his arm to point behind him.
“I’ll follow you.” The peanut said as he followed the bot wearing yellow shorts, and blue shirt.
“I-I—we—don’t know how it got here, but it did. I found it while Pops was trying to teach me how to throw a baseball.” Sport explained, gesturing with his hands. “I was originally created as a bot to play soccer for others’ entertainment, but I don’t really think that I really like playing that much.” He rambled like this quite often.
“I don’t doubt it that anyone liked bein’ forced to do things that we just didn’t wanna do.” The other bot responded with a slight chuckle in his voice. They continued walking until the taller bot spotted a group of other bots that began to form around what Sport had called “it”.
“What in the hell?” Mr. Peanut mumbled.
“Hey, hey! Guys! Leave ‘em alone!” Sport yelled in his usual slightly high pitched voice as he ran towards the group, flailing his arms around. The group turned to look at him and stepped back, only allowing their leader to get a glimpse of one of the doctor robots holding something that was wrapped in a blanket.
Mr. Peanut thought nothing of it until he got within ten feet or so of the mysterious object.
He froze.
Sport, who happily rocked back and fourth on his feet, began to poke the infant playfully in the stomach. When Peanut heard a small laugh and saw two little fists move around and two legs begin to kick, he knew exactly what it was.