Kup fic. Kup fic forever
Typewith: http://typewith.me/teensychubbles
Words: 381
He wraps everything up, the new bots he was gifted with staying curled around his peds and legs the entire time. When he stands, they get up gracefully, and cling to him closely. He walks to his rooms, letting the triplets stay with him.
Once he's finally in his rooms, he gently pushes them away. When they all sit down, he looks at them, “And what are yer names?”
“I am Reflector,” they say, flickering their optics at him, and moving just a bit to show off the very edges of their sparkplates over the tops they wear.
He frowns at them, “There are three of yeh. What are yer names?”
They look at each other, and the middle one smiles a bit as again, all three talk, “Viewfinder, Spectro, and Spyglass, are the designations given to my three frames. You can call me anything you want, though. I don't mind at all.”
He frowns at them, “Do ya /want// to be with me?” May as well get that out of the way.
They smile prettily, “Yes, of course I do. I have wanted you since I was very young, and I was told about you.”
That's disturbing.
He looks at them, “When you were very young? How young?”
They blink at him, looking confused, “Since I was sparklings, of course You have been alone, and my planet-”
He holds up a servo, “'Since you were sparklings'? What are you saying?”
They perk up at that, trying to move closer, but stop when he gestures at them to stay where they are. “I am just a single mech with three frame.” They pause, looking at him almost shyly, “Well, I can make solid holograms. You can use me however you want. I am very happy to let you use my sparks however you please. I was told how you have no harem, because you were looking for a single bot to be with.” The mechs look at him with a lovesick expression, “And here I am. I can be your harem and the mech you want all to yourself.”
Well, that solves one thing, at least. They are mechs. Useful knowledge, that. Even if everything else is total slag.
Words: 381
He wraps everything up, the new bots he was gifted with staying curled around his peds and legs the entire time. When he stands, they get up gracefully, and cling to him closely. He walks to his rooms, letting the triplets stay with him.
Once he's finally in his rooms, he gently pushes them away. When they all sit down, he looks at them, “And what are yer names?”
“I am Reflector,” they say, flickering their optics at him, and moving just a bit to show off the very edges of their sparkplates over the tops they wear.
He frowns at them, “There are three of yeh. What are yer names?”
They look at each other, and the middle one smiles a bit as again, all three talk, “Viewfinder, Spectro, and Spyglass, are the designations given to my three frames. You can call me anything you want, though. I don't mind at all.”
He frowns at them, “Do ya /want// to be with me?” May as well get that out of the way.
They smile prettily, “Yes, of course I do. I have wanted you since I was very young, and I was told about you.”
That's disturbing.
He looks at them, “When you were very young? How young?”
They blink at him, looking confused, “Since I was sparklings, of course You have been alone, and my planet-”
He holds up a servo, “'Since you were sparklings'? What are you saying?”
They perk up at that, trying to move closer, but stop when he gestures at them to stay where they are. “I am just a single mech with three frame.” They pause, looking at him almost shyly, “Well, I can make solid holograms. You can use me however you want. I am very happy to let you use my sparks however you please. I was told how you have no harem, because you were looking for a single bot to be with.” The mechs look at him with a lovesick expression, “And here I am. I can be your harem and the mech you want all to yourself.”
Well, that solves one thing, at least. They are mechs. Useful knowledge, that. Even if everything else is total slag.