It's time for a swap! (roomsswap) wrote in rooms, @ 2014-06-08 10:43:00 |
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Robots weren't supposed to be mortal, they weren't supposed to die. He was lied to. He wasn't sure who lied to him, but he was positive that he was, otherwise why would he think robots couldn't die? Of course rules never mattered much in his world, so it was his own fault to think they existed anywhere else. He snorted as he came awake at the tea table, reaching up to make sure his hat was on his head, and sure enough, it wasn't. Who took his hat? It wasn't his favorite, but it was his! No fair, no fair, no fair. Well that was an adventure, wasn't it? He did like adventures. He didn't usually die in them though. There weren't any real deaths in Wonderland, not the way deaths were supposed to happen when they stuck. He remembered a frowning man trying to talk to him and then he was flying and thought he would fly right up to the sun and back again. He could blow things up too, that was fun, it was fireworks, lights in the sky, oh how pretty that would've been, but the robot died. He was less worried about the falling part, and more about how his chest hurt, his heart hurt, that never happened before. It was a new feeling, a not-good feeling, and did the robot feel that a lot because if so maybe he should be more of a robot. Less heart, more steel. Oh well. It was probably one of his delusions. He had twenty on any given day. He stretched his arms up over his head and yawned, flopping back into a chair. Hatter was content. He did like things to be interesting. This place always was. |