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#Post#: 1649--------------------------------------------------
Upgrades
By: Roxy Date: March 28, 2017, 9:17 pm
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Now that Moxie had her faux fur she needed to find somewhere to
repair herself, where no-one would see her while she did so.
After hearing about the break in that occurred at Alphys's lab
she figured it would be vacant.
The robotic canine walked up to the broken down and clawed up
door, pausing in its frame as she did so. There would be no
Mettaton here, or Alphys... so why did she hesitate? She
clenched her fists and then took a step into the dark building.
Why did she like him so much more than her? From her
observations mothers were supposed to nurture and care for their
children, so why was Moxie left uncared for? What made Mettaton
so special that he was given top priority for everything? Didn't
she care? Didn't she love her? Was there something wrong with
her?Sure she didn't understand some things and took them
literally, but that was all her fault. It was the way she was
built: Moxie had never asked to be made, nor to have such a
simple AI.
She walked into the center of the lab, her pink eyes the only
light in the building with the exception of the glow from the
lava that could be seen near the doors and a small fire that had
started on the broken monitor. There was no power going to the
building: it seemed that it had been manually turned off. Moxie
sat down on the floor and began pulling off strips of fur. The
end of the ring finger of her left hand flipped up, revealing a
sewing needle that worked similarly to a sewing machine. After
an hour or so of work the new faux fur was ready and she
replaced her old one. Now for other repairs. There was probably
something she could use to fix her voice box: she hated the way
people looked at her when she spoke in her robotic voice. Some
people showed fear, others disgust. She had even once been
called an MTT impersonator and that really was quite painful for
her. It was odd: physical pain was impossible for her to
experience, yet sometimes she felt what she was sure mental pain
must be like. The robot started to rummage through the wreckage
of computer parts and spare robotic parts, taking anything that
may be useful and tucking it away in her chest compartment.
#Post#: 1678--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Sprite Date: March 31, 2017, 1:23 pm
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A looming fog would slowly creep in through the metal doors, a
hand reaching through as it touched the metal doors. If it
weren't for the scorching heat from the lava, the entire room
would have been consumed in frost. A figure in a blue parka made
its way into the lab.
Moxie had been followed.
The being walked forward, the fog and shadow of his parka
masking his face as he approached the robot.
"...."
Slowly, it held out it's hand towards her, which was covered in
potent frost magic, its fingers arced in a clawed motion as it
stared directly towards Moxie. There was nothing but chilling
silence, immeasurable tension, the room would darken as the
temperature lowered until....
With a flamboyant motion, Sprite laughed as he retreated his
hand, rotating his fingers in a whirling motion as he spun in
place, striking a familiar pose. "Oooooh yeah." He laughed,
hoping Moxie would remember her old dance partner.
#Post#: 1715--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Roxy Date: April 3, 2017, 5:22 am
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The heat never bothered Moxie and likewise, neither did the
cold. Being unable to feel things was both good and bad, though
at this time perhaps it would have been better if she had
nerves. Though her internal thermometer registered a small drop
in temperature it wasn't actually physically felt, only known.
It was only when the sounds of his footsteps became audible that
the robot noticed the boys arrival. At first she wheeled around
and struck a defensive posture but relaxed when she saw the
goofy kid whom she had danced with. Though he seemed
different... there was this feeling, this air about him that
oddly affected her. Perhaps she was beginning to feel things...
just as she had thought she felt sadness. His presence was more
oppressive than she remembered, though he still carried the same
goofy way of moving about as he did when they first met. Seeing
someone who was familiar to her but wasn't the talking
calculator or the dino lady was a huge relief: if either of them
came here there would be problems.
"Sprite! What brings you here? The air temperature isn't cool
enough for you to be chilling here. Do you require more gold? I
have more if you need it" she said to the puck. The robot
ensured that her chest plate was locked down correctly as not to
smack Sprite in the face in the event it flung open and offered
him a hug, something she had seen many monsters do but had only
ever experienced once before. If he would accept it was beyond
her, but she offered it nonetheless.
#Post#: 1716--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Sprite Date: April 3, 2017, 5:49 am
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"I'm always chillin~." He smirked, strutting his way over to
her, the chilling fog still sticking to the puck like a vibrant
aura. "Gold? Oh man, like, really thanks but, I don't need it
anymore...After what I've been through, nothing can hold me back
now. I've grown so much stronger... since our dance. Like dude,
it's great. Heh oh.."
The puck scratched his head as she offered the hug, blinking a
bit. "Uhm.. ok, sure." The boy blinked, blushing a tad as well.
Shyness overtook the puck as he awkwardly returned the gesture,
before quickly adjusting his hood a bit as he backed away.
"Uhm......."
Sprite then quickly shook it off, trying to get composure once
more. "No but like... the thing is, I could never come to
Hotland because of the heat, but after I got my new powers, I
can change my personal environment to whatever I want.
Everywhere I go, it's chill." Sprite would chuckle. "So like, I
started walking through Hotland, made my way past all the lava,
and I saw you walk in this place.."
"You...you were nice to me, and you danced and stuff. I dunno, I
liked that. It was fun. So... I wanted to see you...." he would
look to her newly sewn fur, then to the parts, raising a brow.
"What are you looking for?"
Sprite carefully looked to the parts then to her, studying her
reaction closely. The puck was curious, but perhaps even a bit
concerned?
#Post#: 1718--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Roxy Date: April 3, 2017, 6:35 am
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Moxie knew nothing of the capabilities of growing stronger by
training. If she wanted more strength she would have to upgrade
herself rather than working for it. Her sensors suddenly
indicated a drop in temperature as they embraced each other,
showing that Sprite could indeed chill in the Hotlands.
"Dancing was an interesting experience. Since our last meeting I
have discovered other "musics" and other ways to move fluidly to
their beats".
The canine gave a metallic sigh and sad herself down on Alphys'
desk by the burning monitor.
"They do not accept me... not like how you did. When they see me
they often panic... the monsters do.
I am no monster, but I am not something for them to fear. I want
them to accept me as a monster... like them.
I came here to make myself normal... I am searching currently
for a replacement voice box, but so far I have found nothing.
Why do they not accept me? I may not have "the soul" that the
monsters do, yet something inside feels unpleasant.
I cannot describe this feeling... it is almost like my circuits
are overheating, yet they show no signs of breakage.
I just wish to fit in... and for her to appreciate my existence"
The robot replied to the boy, her pink eyes glowing eerily in
the semi-darkness.
"Those parts, none of them can be used for what I desire. I
believe they are meant to be for another" she continued. Among
the parts there were various pieces of black and pink panels,
similar to the color pallet of her hair and eyes. However Moxie
knew that those parts were not for her. A part of her was
compelled to throw them away, to burn them in the lava outside
so they would never be seen again.
#Post#: 1721--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Sprite Date: April 3, 2017, 1:34 pm
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"Don't you think you're wasting your time?"
As those quiet, yet direct words were breathed, Sprite's gaze
slowly turned to her, the usual glint in his eye now dull. The
air would grow just a bit colder, the atmosphere heavier. He
would stare to her quietly, making sure to lock eye contact with
the robot. Calmly, he leaned on the desk next to her, placing
his hand on the metal only to watch it become consumed with
frost.
"Why are you trying to be something you're not?" He would
finally chime in, looking to the Ice but then back to her, a
cool edge to his eyes. "You shouldn't bother spending the extra
effort to appease people. Why should it be your fault if people
chose to not accept you?"
His fist would wrap around the Ice he had formed on the desk.
"If you're changing things to better yourself, then do it.
Here's the thing about people though...." His grip would
tighten, eyes tensing. "They don't care if you're doing things
to better yourself. They want you to change for them and adhere
to their expectations."
".....I kill people like that."
The Ice in his hand would shatter, a faint glow was now present
in his eyes as he looked to the distance. "...I didn't compare
you to anyone else, I saw you for you. If you want to "fix"
yourself then do it, but only if that's what you want. Just
don't expect people to be satisfied with that, and be sure to
remember how they saw you before you changed yourself to meet
their standards."
#Post#: 1757--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Roxy Date: April 5, 2017, 3:43 pm
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Moxie went silent during Sprite's little speech, watching him
closely, his actions and reactions to his own words and her
feeble attempt to find happiness among the hatred that the
monsters threw her way.
"wasting my time?.."
"They do not care?..."
"I see".
There was a prolonged silence as Moxie comprehended what Sprite
was saying. So they would never accept her for what she was...
great. And Sprite was saying, that if they weren't willing to be
kind enough to accept her or him for who they were, for what
truly defined them...
They weren't worthy of the lives they held so dear to them if
they weren't willing to evaluate the worth of the lives of
others... was that what he was implying? By all means, she saw
the logic there... an underground without monsters like that
would be an underground full of peace. Even if the peace was
there because every single monster was nothing more than a pile
of dust on the ground.
"So... there is not much that can be done then? The threat must
be eliminated for there to be peace, yes?" she asked.
What she seemed to be picking up from him would have made any
other monster go pale and question the sanity of the puck.
Though Moxie wasn't any other monster, and she saw the logic.
Granted, some of these ideas were simply spurred on by what
Sprite said, rather than him putting them directly in her
head... but they made sense. If the bad monsters are dead, that
meant that the good monsters could live peacefully... and
perhaps she could get some acceptance.
#Post#: 1764--------------------------------------------------
Re: Upgrades
By: Sprite Date: April 6, 2017, 12:57 am
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The puck would pause as Moxie would repeat and rephrase some of
the things he had just said, eyebrows raising cautiously. He
shifted a bit uncomfortably, waiting for her to finish.
"I...no that's not what I mean. I mean..it's how I view things,
and that's what I'm doing to achieve my goal, but what my point
is, is that you shouldn't let people's perceptions of you or
expectations dictate how you live your life. Like, I shared with
you how I feel about things, but just because we're kinda
friends doesn't mean you should follow what I do...like, I
appreciate you listening but... ugh."
Sprite ruffled hair thorough his hood, his face clearly
frustrated. "I'm saying you should be who you want to be. It
doesn't matter if you like what I do or not, just.. be yourself
and hold onto your originality. You cannot let someone else
control your hopes and dreams, and don't follow in anyone's
footsteps...Like, what are we if we just always do what we're
told or change ourselves to make someone else happy?"
Sprite would sigh, holding his head, hoping he didn't make
anything worse.
"...Just don't ever take your integrity for granted, people will
take it away from you and turn you into something you're not."
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