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Grief is a strange emotion to comprehend.

Fortunately, Informant had experience.

When Russell had selfishly decided to end his own life, Informant had drowned.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, Informant couldn’t even say a word. He simply watched from Russell’s eyes, waited for it all to end in a pool of red. Informant could still remember the sluggish pull, the prickly drain dragging whatever was left of him, a mere thought into nothingness as Russell bled out. 

But Informant wasn’t scared at the time. No, he was dragged by the weights of failure. Informant has never breathed before but at that moment; it was as if he could, and oxygen was something he would never be able to achieve in a world of grief.

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His smile burned.

Informant has never wanted to inflict so much hurt on someone who no longer existed.

Well, no, that is a lie, but past ties are not important, like this very thread which threatened to strangle him every time the Not-Blues opened his mouth. It’s the same string that flew Informant into a furious rage the first time he came to terms with losing someone again.

And the fact he hadn’t been there.

The moment Informant shot himself backwards, Blues did the same, as if a static shock had forced the two of them away from each other. He supposed years of domestic living couldn’t rid himself of the very programming in his code that told him to fight. 

He allowed his defenses to lower quickly, remembering that he was supposed to be the one holding it together- the one to supply comfort. Blues had never known if he could be qualified as a good older brother, but he did try.

That’s all he really could do.

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@bluesdln000

Grief is a strange emotion to comprehend.

Fortunately, Informant had experience.

When Russell had selfishly decided to end his own life, Informant had drowned.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, Informant couldn’t even say a word. He simply watched from Russell’s eyes, waited for it all to end in a pool of red. Informant could still remember the sluggish pull, the prickly drain dragging whatever was left of him, a mere thought into nothingness as Russell bled out. 

But Informant wasn’t scared at the time. No, he was dragged by the weights of failure. Informant has never breathed before but at that moment; it was as if he could, and oxygen was something he would never be able to achieve in a world of grief.

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Newly crushed leave growth was enough for his entire non-being to tense and fingers gripped into the sides of black sleeves. Informant took up silent residence with the wind, listening to the whistle pass his ears and into the tree branches.

His skin itched and itched the longer Blues spoke. As if inviting him along to release whatever concentration held steadfast on his sense of self.

Informant had always been one on the trendline of temptation.

And it was almost always Blues’ fault for the times he lost his balance.

This was cruelty in its prime.

The smile on Blues’ face quickly faded as Info continued to speak. In all fairness, the kid never did come off as... emotionally well. Hell, he somehow had less of a grip on his emotions than Blues himself, which was an accomplishment in a way. 

That’s the thing about taking emotions and bottling them up- it doesn’t make one anymore mature. Informant, in the time Blues had known him, was never one to properly express his emotions. Instead he took them and acted as if they didn’t exist. Because of this, he never learned how to control them. He never learned what it meant to understand why he was feeling a way and how to communicate those emotions. Maybe that’s why his other- Russell- was so bad with them. If you can’t understand your own emotions, how are you ever supposed to understand others?

Despite himself, the very serious look remained on Protoman’s face as he looked up at the Wilybot. This wasn’t a Shadowman that he had met before, nor had he ever really heard of him, but that didn’t make any difference. 

“Trust me for a second- I need you to stand entirely still.” He said as he held up a rope, as if that would explain anything. “It will take less than a moment.” 

The rope explained absolutely nothing! What was he trying to accomplish?

It had been less than a minute and he already realized there was a vast difference between this Protoman and the one he knew.

“What!?”

“Alright, ready?” Protoman easily tied the rope in a small loop as he spoke. The serious expression on his face quickly cracked into a mischievous smirk as he threw the rope up into the air lasso-style, aiming directly for the point at the top of his star shaped helmet. He pulled on the rope to tighten it.

“PERFECT SCORE!” No, he wasn’t anything like the Protoman that he knew. But he was getting better at aiming!

bluesdln000​:

Ah, now that’s an eye roll ( even if she was smiling while she did it ).

“ ha ha, very funny. fine, our blanket. but just because we got shared custody over one blanket doesn’t mean we shouldn’t get you your own.“ She grinned. ” i’ll just ask for you to share that blanket, too. “

Hm. Maybe they could hold some sort of weird sleepover one day? At least he’d have his own blanket to steal.

” oh, and here– ” She holds out her phone for him, the numbers typed upon an empty notes app. “ that’s my number. just… try not to text me in the middle of the night, yeah? ”

Blues hummed, as if thinking on it, before nodding. 

“Alright. You can have holidays, I’ll take the rest of the year. Make it nice and even.” He smirked, crossing his arms and tilting his head slightly. “Or you can have the new one and I’ll just keep the old one.” 

Of course he’d let her share it. He wasn’t going to outright admit that, however. He leaned forward to glance at her phone, eye glowing for just a moment as he copied it into his hard drive.

“Got it. Check up on you every day at 4 am.”

((asfgd heaaaavy WIP for Moon’s Dragon God AU! Will post the proper one and make a full bio for her when it’s not midnight and i actually finish it. that being said, this verse has been added to her verse list, if you’d like a basic summary!))

((SURE THING))

(@magnetiix @bluesdln000 )

Being offline for a while, there were certain things a Protoman had to do to readjust to life. One such thing involved updating the items in his shack. Blues would admit it- he at times had a few problems with keeping useless items for sentimental purposes. “Hoarding,” as Roll had once called it. 

Blues didn’t see a problem with that. Most of those items were fine to just sit in storage. However, there was one that was not. The mini fridge he had kept just in case a certain boy wandered into his shack had certainly grown over with mold. It was gross enough that Blues, for the first time, decided to throw something away.

Which led him here, knees deep in trash as he shuffled through the spare car parts. He knew a certain mechanic who would certainly like to see these. Or not, Blues didn’t actually know anything about cars. 

It was only once he caught a glimpse of bright red amongst it all did he pause, ducking behind the car. The pattern of armor was all too familiar. He grinned, confidence coming back as he sat up and leaned against the car. Loud enough to hear, he whistled an awfully familiar tune.

“You seem lost, buddy.”

The scrap yard was a good idea, of course. It was hard to go wrong with scrap metal after all, especially when building robots. While he could allow himself to be picky with the metal, he was really looking for energy cores, any that were intact enough to be properly fixed up and be put to use. But for now, all he was finding was scrap. He picked up a rather large piece to inspect it a moment.

He turned with a start toward the source of the sound, dropping the scrap from his hand. Who was playing his..? Ah. He spotted the source of the tune, relaxing when recognition hit him.

“…You must be the other one,” he said, turning back to the metal. “Dean, right?” He picked up the piece he had dropped, flexing it slightly as a test before frowning, dropping it and giving it an unceremonious kick. With that out of the way, he turned back to Dean, giving him proper attention with his hands on his hips.

“If anyone’s lost, it’s you. Unless, of course, you’re taking residence in this scrap yard?”

He raised an eyebrow as the other Protoman called him by his name. So the two were in kahoots. Dean found himself more than slightly offended that they would be teaming up without him, but that could be complained about later. He instead chose to focus on what exactly the other was doing here. Sure, it was useful to find some scraps just incase his own body failed him, but even Dean thought to steal from more high class areas.

“So you already met Edge Lord III.” He hummed, nodding as he slowly approached, carefully stepping over scraps. Blues was... interesting, to say the least. Dean felt like he was entirely predictable in some ways, and entirely dumb in others.

“Yes, I take residence in every scrap yard, actually. Thanks for noticing.” He pointed behind the other, at a broken down truck. “See that? That doubles as both the bedroom and kitchen.” He was kidding. Probably.

“What brings you to my home?”

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Grief is a strange emotion to comprehend.

Fortunately, Informant had experience.

When Russell had selfishly decided to end his own life, Informant had drowned.

He couldn’t move, couldn’t think, Informant couldn’t even say a word. He simply watched from Russell’s eyes, waited for it all to end in a pool of red. Informant could still remember the sluggish pull, the prickly drain dragging whatever was left of him, a mere thought into nothingness as Russell bled out. 

But Informant wasn’t scared at the time. No, he was dragged by the weights of failure. Informant has never breathed before but at that moment; it was as if he could, and oxygen was something he would never be able to achieve in a world of grief.

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Graveyards should be empty, quiet places to mourn. So says the memories of the silent cemeteries Russell used to pass by after school near the church.

The breeze let them know that winter was slowly crawling onward, the unstopping passage of time continuing its march forward. Perhaps that’s what truly could be blamed for this. Time didn’t stop passing, it didn’t wait for robots simply because they were old and broken. As much as Blues would like to blame this on time, he wasn’t truly able to.

bluesdln000​:

Peace, huh? The thought sobered her, hand lowering from her face as the heat of her embarrassment died down. To think, if he never showed up, she wouldn’t have… she’d never even…—-

Well. Sam smiled, huffing some on faux disdain. It looks like she’ll have to pester him more from now on, huh?

“ as if i’d ever let you rest in peace after breaking in and stealing my blanket, ” she quipped. “ you totally owe me a new one, y’know. oh! and your number, too, if you got one. ”

It was weirdly touching. He had to admit, when he went offline he didn’t imagine it would harm anyone. This interaction had... made him realize a few things. Maybe coming back from the dead wasn’t going to be as easy as he imagined. 

Maybe he should apologize.

“Our blanket, you mean.” Sharing was caring, after all. “And you already know my number. DLN-000. It’s in the news and stuff.” He unhelpfully pointed out. “Though if you’re set on a phone number, you’ll have to just give me yours. I text through the computer in here.” He gestured to his head.

Apologies could wait.

This was going to go by smoothly.

As long as he told himself that, then it would happen. Hopefully.

That’s the problem with randomly dying as well as being bad with keeping up with robots. One second he forgets to visit for three months, the next he’s more or less dead for eighteen, and now its been nearly two years since he’s seen Moon. This... was going to go by smoothly.

It’s a small street market. Nice and crowded, she probably wouldn’t get pissed in a location like this. He casually strolls up next to her, dressed in very non-robotic clothing as he hums a bit.

“It’s getting chillier, huh? Nice October vibes.” He comments with a smirk.

“Ignoring the whole ‘long time no see’ part- any good movies come out in... I dunno, the past year? Haven’t been keeping up with the media. You know how it is.”

dsn-001:

Here it came- the disappointment. The lecture about how he had to get himself fixed because it hurt her too much for him to be allowing such reckless things to happen to him. The strain on their relationship that he’d have to mend in some way or another-

He tensed up at the sudden movement, unsure of what he was expecting at this point. After so much time had passed, he should know better than to fear sudden movement form a harmless robot master. Blues made an effort to relax into the hug, though it was over before he truly could. Before he could even process what was going on.

She.. what?

It took a moment for him to get his head straight, and a moment longer to process her words. It... didn’t really make sense to him how she could be okay with this. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be happy she wasn’t angry. He didn’t think it really mattered, though.

She wasn’t upset at him, and that’s all he could really ask for from her. He allowed himself to smile.

“I’m glad to be back, Moon. Sorry I didn’t call or nothin’. Been busy, you know how it is.”

((Drawing all Proto Men is healing

Ft @bluesdln000 and @red-made-the-choice ))

Yes I’m still drawing protoman, yes all three of them are protoman, no they’re not the same person, yes they are the same person

(Dean on the left from @bluesdln000 and Blues on the right from @magnetiix)