Stuck in Your Own Head (Carro) Mar 26, 2020 11:45:52 GMT -6
Post by Van-80 on Mar 26, 2020 11:45:52 GMT -6
Van-80 PL: 50,000
Ima PL: 25,000
Pr1de Zer0 PL: 25,000
“What am I even doing here…” Van-80 stared at his belongings. A single cardboard box sitting on the desk in his office. He had so many good memories here. They were plastered all around the office walls for him to bask in. Portraits of him and Carro at the beach wearing sunglasses and holding up two fingers. A cute shot of him and Tianum making a heart with their hands. Pr1de, the original android flipping off a nervous but otherwise happy Sulfur. Ima wrapping her arms around Sulfur and Tianum with a big almost goofy grin. Even a shot of her and Penne dressed as secret agents standing back to back with LOP in the middle.
All of these great moments forever captured on these walls. But where was he when it really mattered? He fought to protect his home once in his entire life. Yet it amounted to nothing. The goons would have wiped the floor with them. Even with Bloom going crazy their chance of survival was zero without Carro. Carro. The president. The ruler of Earth and Crop Co. Who the beauty obsessed android trying to kid thinking he could take over for someone like Carro Hofferson. Van could barely look after himself. All he could do now was…
It was better than nothing right?
He was just another liability for Carro to worry about.
“Carro! Carro please!” Ima frantically called the CEO. Why did it always seem like her calls were only for emergencies these days? Couldn’t she just call to say hi for once? “Carro if you can hear me you need to come here NOW! Van-80 he’s… he’s completely lost his mind. First, he was packing up his office and then he trashed his office and now he’s locked himself IN his office. Carro, I’m scared. You’re his best friend… I know you probably want to rest after what happened on Mt. Frappe but please… I don’t have access to his office but you would. Please can you just talk to him?” With that, the motherly android fell against the wall nearest Van’s door. Even her own synthetic skin was starting to tear and fray in random spots. Her teammate however barely had any left on his body. Even his face only had small scraps on the left side of his face.
Despite Ima’s claim to the contrary though, the pretty bot himself seemed to be fine. His office supplies were scattered around the floor, and his desk was completely splintered along with random parts of the walls, but the pictures were all perfectly intact. More notably Vanity himself seemed completely composed, just staring out the window overlooking Central City with a pensive but almost relieved stare. Heck he even felt better after taking his frustrations out on his office. At least that's what he told himself. Inside there was still a raging hurricane of mixed emotions that a robot like himself could barely understand.