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gotosleep_idiot2010-02-08 04:22 pm
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[Drabble] In which Dawn writes shipfic?!
It's no secret that Dawn is a veritable font of hideous and horrible ideas, and I came up with one that I decided to share with all of you.
..I am not sorry for the cancer I caused in the writing of this fic.
Title: Oral Fixation
Character(s): Roxas, Ratchet, Axel, Wreck-Gar
Warnings: I'm iffy on TFA canon, so forgive errors. ...Comedically implied Roxas x Wreck-Gar?
Genre: Humor.
Dimly reflected in the screen of an unlit computer monitor, a boy pulled at the edges of his mouth, making faces. After a while, the boy turned around.
"Axel, it isn't working."
"Huh? That ain't right..."
Axel nudged the younger Nobody aside with a light, gloved hand upon the boy's shoulder and bent to peer at the back of the computer. "Here's the culprit." As he rose, he held a small cord at eye-level to Roxas, "This cable here--" and then indicated a square hole in the side of the monitor. "Goes in here. Otherwise none of the data gets through to where you can see it. Got it memorized?"
Roxas peered closely at the square port. "...Doesn't it look like a tiny mouth?"
The fiery Nobody looked at the boy in surprise and started to laugh.
Later on, a revelation occurred to Roxas as he ate ice cream alone atop the roof of Organization XIII Headquarters. As he placed a corner of the popsicle in his mouth, he thought that perhaps this was echoing the purpose behind those cables and little slots, that just as he was eating ice cream, the computer must have been eating data.
---
"Do Cybertronians eat?" he had asked Ratchet, watching him work in the Medbay in the Northern District the following day. With a patience that the old Autobot spared for a rare few - and in particular, the youngsters he had a bit of a soft spot in his Spark for - Ratchet explained about Energon, the fuel exclusive to he and his kind.
"Can you feed information to another computer?"
Ratchet rumbled thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but--"
"Can you feed information to another Cybertronian? By plugging in or something?"
Roxas left a few minutes later, completely puzzled by the Autobot's flustered reaction. What, exactly, did he say to get him so out of sorts?
---
The boy had almost forgotten completely about the entire matter until, roughly eleven days later, he happened upon the Junkyard that had temporarily been the hiding place of a few Nobodies on the run from an enraged Saix. Hearts - even faulty ones, the result of a reality storm - were terribly complicated in the Key of Destiny's opinion, and he meant to go thank Wreck-Gar again for his help.
One thing, as they say, led to another; Roxas was having a pleasant chat with Wreck-Gar (while trying to politely ignore the smell of garbage) when the subject of the All-Spark came up. Intrigued, the Nobody couldn't help but ask:
"What's it like, using the All-Spark?"
"It's like licking a battery!" chirped Wreck-Gar happily, "Only much bigger!"
Roxas stared at him long enough that even the Cybertronian began to feel a little uncomfortable.
"...Well it is," Wreck-Gar insisted, lamely.
Sometimes the Nobody had bad ideas, most of which could be blamed on a lack of experience in his less than a year of existence. On rare occasions, his ideas were just bad because they were incredibly, mind-numbingly, don't-try-this-at-home-kids brand of reckless.
And because the only one he could ask about this was the Cybertronian he was speaking to, Roxas asked, "Do you have any cables?"
"Plenty!" answered Wreck-Gar, as a servo swept the air to indicate the piles of garbage around them. "I could help you look..." but Roxas was already shaking his head.
"I mean do you have any. Like something you plug into something else."
"Oh," Wreck-Gar lapsed abruptly into an awkward silence. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
---
"...That's it?"
"O-of course that's it, what did you expect?"
"It's a little shorter than I expected."
Wreck-Gar made a demoralized noise. Roxas stepped forward, reaching out with one gloved hand with that set of his jaw and brittle stare that suggested something a little more dire than mere determination. He was on a mission. He would have his answers, one way or another.
"What are y--HEY!" yelped the Cybertronian, "Don't put that in your mouth!!"
That was the last thing Roxas heard before he saw eternity.
---
Roxas had the vague impression he was lying on his back. This was dwarfed by the larger impression that he'd just been run over by a small army of Cybertronian-sized Moogles.
His everything hurt.
"Mmngh."
"Hey, buddy." Roxas was unsurprised to hear Axel's familiar drawl. Whenever he woke up under these sorts of circumstances, the Eighth was hardly far away. ...He was probably in trouble. "You alright?" The boy blinked open his eyes as hands helped him sit up by a firm grasp on his shoulders. Ratchet's massive faceplate loomed behind Axel, but he turned to observe a monitor.
"What happened? ...There's a weird taste in my mouth."
"According to Wreck-Gar," explained Axel, abbreviated eyebrows flicking up in an accurate imitation of concern, "You took a little trip down the rabbit hole."
"Huh?"
"...Oh, right," amended the older Nobody, scratching his head. "You haven't been there yet."
Roxas did his best to explain what happened, including the rush of jumbled images that had followed. Their reactions were swift but distinctly different, startling the blond Nobody.
"You put what in your mouth?" demanded Axel.
"Sparks alive!" exclaimed Ratchet. "Are you tellin' me you interfaced with--"
"You don't even know where that's been!" For a Nobody, Roxas noted, Axel was terribly good at making a show of appalled frustration. Ratchet was another matter, who had clapped a servo against his faceplate in shock.
In all of this, Roxas could only think to ask one thing:
"What's interfaced mean?"
..I am not sorry for the cancer I caused in the writing of this fic.
Title: Oral Fixation
Character(s): Roxas, Ratchet, Axel, Wreck-Gar
Warnings: I'm iffy on TFA canon, so forgive errors. ...Comedically implied Roxas x Wreck-Gar?
Genre: Humor.
Dimly reflected in the screen of an unlit computer monitor, a boy pulled at the edges of his mouth, making faces. After a while, the boy turned around.
"Axel, it isn't working."
"Huh? That ain't right..."
Axel nudged the younger Nobody aside with a light, gloved hand upon the boy's shoulder and bent to peer at the back of the computer. "Here's the culprit." As he rose, he held a small cord at eye-level to Roxas, "This cable here--" and then indicated a square hole in the side of the monitor. "Goes in here. Otherwise none of the data gets through to where you can see it. Got it memorized?"
Roxas peered closely at the square port. "...Doesn't it look like a tiny mouth?"
The fiery Nobody looked at the boy in surprise and started to laugh.
Later on, a revelation occurred to Roxas as he ate ice cream alone atop the roof of Organization XIII Headquarters. As he placed a corner of the popsicle in his mouth, he thought that perhaps this was echoing the purpose behind those cables and little slots, that just as he was eating ice cream, the computer must have been eating data.
---
"Do Cybertronians eat?" he had asked Ratchet, watching him work in the Medbay in the Northern District the following day. With a patience that the old Autobot spared for a rare few - and in particular, the youngsters he had a bit of a soft spot in his Spark for - Ratchet explained about Energon, the fuel exclusive to he and his kind.
"Can you feed information to another computer?"
Ratchet rumbled thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but--"
"Can you feed information to another Cybertronian? By plugging in or something?"
Roxas left a few minutes later, completely puzzled by the Autobot's flustered reaction. What, exactly, did he say to get him so out of sorts?
---
The boy had almost forgotten completely about the entire matter until, roughly eleven days later, he happened upon the Junkyard that had temporarily been the hiding place of a few Nobodies on the run from an enraged Saix. Hearts - even faulty ones, the result of a reality storm - were terribly complicated in the Key of Destiny's opinion, and he meant to go thank Wreck-Gar again for his help.
One thing, as they say, led to another; Roxas was having a pleasant chat with Wreck-Gar (while trying to politely ignore the smell of garbage) when the subject of the All-Spark came up. Intrigued, the Nobody couldn't help but ask:
"What's it like, using the All-Spark?"
"It's like licking a battery!" chirped Wreck-Gar happily, "Only much bigger!"
Roxas stared at him long enough that even the Cybertronian began to feel a little uncomfortable.
"...Well it is," Wreck-Gar insisted, lamely.
Sometimes the Nobody had bad ideas, most of which could be blamed on a lack of experience in his less than a year of existence. On rare occasions, his ideas were just bad because they were incredibly, mind-numbingly, don't-try-this-at-home-kids brand of reckless.
And because the only one he could ask about this was the Cybertronian he was speaking to, Roxas asked, "Do you have any cables?"
"Plenty!" answered Wreck-Gar, as a servo swept the air to indicate the piles of garbage around them. "I could help you look..." but Roxas was already shaking his head.
"I mean do you have any. Like something you plug into something else."
"Oh," Wreck-Gar lapsed abruptly into an awkward silence. "I guess it wouldn't hurt."
---
"...That's it?"
"O-of course that's it, what did you expect?"
"It's a little shorter than I expected."
Wreck-Gar made a demoralized noise. Roxas stepped forward, reaching out with one gloved hand with that set of his jaw and brittle stare that suggested something a little more dire than mere determination. He was on a mission. He would have his answers, one way or another.
"What are y--HEY!" yelped the Cybertronian, "Don't put that in your mouth!!"
That was the last thing Roxas heard before he saw eternity.
---
Roxas had the vague impression he was lying on his back. This was dwarfed by the larger impression that he'd just been run over by a small army of Cybertronian-sized Moogles.
His everything hurt.
"Mmngh."
"Hey, buddy." Roxas was unsurprised to hear Axel's familiar drawl. Whenever he woke up under these sorts of circumstances, the Eighth was hardly far away. ...He was probably in trouble. "You alright?" The boy blinked open his eyes as hands helped him sit up by a firm grasp on his shoulders. Ratchet's massive faceplate loomed behind Axel, but he turned to observe a monitor.
"What happened? ...There's a weird taste in my mouth."
"According to Wreck-Gar," explained Axel, abbreviated eyebrows flicking up in an accurate imitation of concern, "You took a little trip down the rabbit hole."
"Huh?"
"...Oh, right," amended the older Nobody, scratching his head. "You haven't been there yet."
Roxas did his best to explain what happened, including the rush of jumbled images that had followed. Their reactions were swift but distinctly different, startling the blond Nobody.
"You put what in your mouth?" demanded Axel.
"Sparks alive!" exclaimed Ratchet. "Are you tellin' me you interfaced with--"
"You don't even know where that's been!" For a Nobody, Roxas noted, Axel was terribly good at making a show of appalled frustration. Ratchet was another matter, who had clapped a servo against his faceplate in shock.
In all of this, Roxas could only think to ask one thing:
"What's interfaced mean?"
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But...please write more fic. xD
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...I can't say no to you :(
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but I'm such a pushover
REFUSE. YOU CAN DO IT.
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(LMFAO)
Hilarious stuff <3
totally IC
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see, this you could possibly use in character.
Roxas. Hon. This icon is for you. I'm sorry. /dies XD
Then there's the muse in the back of my head, who between rounds of facepalming, is thinking, "Plug and play is for the lazy." FFFFFFLMFAO RATCHET <3
Edit:
technically that's oral?♥♥♥
Granted, that just makes me love you more, but...
True. You can't go "wireless" with an organic. HAHAHA.Re: ♥♥♥
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no srsly i "pffft"ed at the seeing eternity line.
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DON'T YOU SHOVE THAT IN YOUR FACE.
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Oh, god...this is TERRIBLE! Wonderfully terrible.
So . . . what happened to poor Wreck-Gar in all that? XDDD;;;;;;
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orz
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WHAT
WHAT
LMAO WHAT
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I love you Alba? 8);;;
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