internet personas || o + robots

[B.Y.T.E !]

What with the recent typhoon and the stress everyone had been placed under with the damage done and the people lost much to his frustration despite the fact the never knew those people or particularly anyone is this rather foreign clan that he had only lived in for a short time compared to most of his crewmates. Not that it mattered much to him, he was willing to stay here and help out as much as he could until his old self started to show once he grew more comfortable of this place, most likely ending up with him back out in the wilderness without a clue as to what he should be doing with his life. Would that change though? Was there someone in this place that might be able to help him get better or possibly care for him? Planecrash's thoughts roamed to the most beautiful and kind woman he had met here. "Roxanne." He mused from behind his bag, a frown growing as he knew rather quickly that this was not the woman for him. Of course, he was struck hard by how she treated him when they met, but her eyes said something else when she spoke of an unknown person that she cared for deeply. Rox loved them. Plane sighed and shook his head, his ears lazily flopping as he did so and his eyes now refocusing on the mess of bolts and screw on his desk. He wasn't going to bury himself in those emotions, he had work to do and that was his priority in that moment.

And so he worked.

The masked creature twisted and turned his tools, modified and looked to a blueprint pinned to his wall. It took quite a while to work on it, at least 5 hours or so and by that time it had already reached the afternoon of that day once he found himself picking up a robot just as tall as he was with a bowler hat and bowtie. "Welcome to the world, Hatbot. I am your creator, Dr. Planecrash Slys. Do you remember why you were made?" He questioned, his voice calm as he heard a few little beeps before it answered. " To help you and the clan. " It replied, which gained a soft pat from one of Plane's paws as he nodded. "Correct. Now, please follow me as I let the others test you out." The scientist replied excitedly as he walked out from his treehouse with a pep in his walk with Hatbot mimicking slightly as it bounced carefully whole in tow. It didn't take long for him to find a nice open space for the two of them to sit at and announce to others that they could mess around with his invention, finding that many npcs were a bit weary of messing with the strange creation as well as the bag-wearing creator who's eyes looked eagerly for even one of his crewmates to come up even out of pity.

(feel free to break the robot, he won't mind too much)

"SPEECH"

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