⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️
Swearing
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Robot AU
[Name]'s POV
(POVS change to 'you' , 'they' your name)
(I am never doing the Y/N, never-)
You just moved into this huge home, rumours saying the previous owners died there.
[name] always scoff at them rumours, saying they're ridiculous or at one point, joking about them.
Unlocking the door, they admired the massive room.
A large staircase to go upstairs, two halls going either way and it gave off a vintage aesthetic.
"This looks so poggers.."
[name] whispered under their breath, immediately running up the stairs.
You have multiple rooms to choose, to be fair, your surprised by how much money you had to even spend.
Excited by this new experience, you ran down the empty hallways. A perfect set for a haunted mansion.
But who exactly cares?
Living with ghosts could be quite cool you thought.
And then one room caught your attention.
It was fairly large, double bed, obviously wrecked but more importantly it was..much more cleaner than the rest.
Looking around your new found room, you notice a weird looking figure just by the corner of this room.
"The fuck?"
You whisper a loud, taking a few steps back.
Maybe those rumours are right, this place is most definitely haunted.
Thinking about all the plausible outcomes, you won't lose so much. Maybe.
Sighing at your stupidity, you approach the figure.
The figure turned out to be a robot.
It sat down on the ground, looking to be some kind of horror doll if not for the futuristic vibe. It seemed to be built so long time ago yet so recent.
"what?"
This piqued your interest, an old building with a robot in it? Is this a secret laboratory or something?
Noticing a hole in the small robot, it was similar to a mix tape.
You can play music..?
Wanting to know more, you observe the room more closely.
Just by the bedside, a box filled with mixtapes was seen.
Taking the box, [name] looked inside.
It was all just..boring, until one stood out.
Test recording no.1
They smile at the name and skipped over to the robot that sat down.
But before you do, you grab out your journal and pen, just in case.
Sitting down you place in the mixtape, awaiting for something to happen.
And something did happen.
"Hello? Hey it's working!"
A voice spoke aloud, you gasp slightly that it actually worked.
The audio was crappy as hell, but you can still hear it.
"Oh my god so many things to talk about, shit umm.."
"Perhaps you can maybe introduce yourself?"
A different voice spoke, much deeper than the first one.
"Smart! Hello! I am Wilbur Soot, audio test recording number 1, accompanied with a nerd, Techno and the date is..28th August-"
[name] had no attention when it came to the date. All their focus was on the voices, and their names.
Wilbur Soot?
Techno?
Intriguing names..and it gave you a slight shiver. Do you know them?
"-and that's basically all how I created this!"
Fuck.
You didn't pay attention to that sentence when needed.
[name] mentally slaps themselves to regain their focus.
"What would you like to say to the camera Techno?"
Wilbur spoke, speaking in an energetic way.
"It's not a camera-"
"Just consider it like one!"
There was a small pause in the audio. For a second you would've considered that you broke it.
"I would like to say that I did all the work myself so I should take the credit-"
"I was the one who actually took care of it!"
Wilbur whined through the audio.
"Like what? Putting it to sleep?"
"Isn't that necessary?!"
Laughs are heard through the audio.
You smile when hearing this.
It gave you some sort of comfort.
Strangely enough, it made you feel at ease.
"Whatever I don't want to waste my time on you."
The man Wilbur scoffs.
You laugh quietly at that remark, hearing protests from the other side.
Your journal and pen laid completely forgotten, you were appreciating this small moment.
"What do you want to call it?"
Techno asks.
"Hmmm.."
You raise an eyebrow with inquiry, a name?
You focus on the robot again.
It does have some similarities as a child, small.. that's basically it.
"Tommy."
Wilbur spoke proudly.
"That's such a childish name."
"A childish name for a child, Tommy."
Wilbur states.
"Wilbur..you know we can't easily replace.."
A deafening silence occurred.
Replace?
[name] wrote this down immediately.
"It's how I'll cope with it Techno..don't tell dadza please.."
"...I won't.."
Dadza?
They all have such weird or unique names, in your opinion, it suits them. Even though you've never met the third one.
That's definitely a new name, you write this down on your journal.
"Should I turn this off now?"
"Go for it, we're eating soon."
"Ok..farewell future me, I hope you have a great day and that you drank something, specifically water."
The audio then ended, the mixtape popping out.
You take it out of the robot and stare at the thing.
"Tommy.."
You say sadly.
It all pieced together, though you would rather not think too much into it.
For now, you listened to that recording on repeat, just to hear them laugh.
Comfort.. for once, you don't feel alone.