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entrancelogs2017-06-07 06:26 pm
romsapience) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-07 06:26 pm
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Spooky scary spine-tingling stories
Who: Turing and Wheatley
Where: Their room in the Ski Lodge
When: Backdated to June 2nd
Rating: I'm gonna say PG, these stories can't be too scary, right? ...right??
Summary: What's a good way to pass the time in the lodge on a snowy night? Swapping scary stories, of course! Robot scary stories!
The Story:
There was a point where, even if the cold couldn't get to you, you couldn't stay out in the snow for too much longer because the sun slowly set. As much as Turing wanted to continue snowboarding out in the open (and far away from that bunny hill too, jeez, that talking cat meant business when she claimed it as her own), their vision was starting to get obstructed by the night. They didn't exactly want to slide down the hill, crash into a tree and land in a million pieces, so back into the lodge they go.
Turing sits on the edge of the bed in their room with Wheatley, legs crossed and appearing to be in deep thought. Now the problem was waiting for the sun to rise again so they could continue to have some fun in the snow. Being a ROM, however, they didn't need to sleep unless absolutely necessary, and they assumed that their roomie, Wheatley, didn't need to sleep as well. With a good eight hours to pass, what is there to do...?
What is there to do...
Then, suddenly, Turing jerks up in realization. "Ghost stories!" they cry out rather suddenly.
Where: Their room in the Ski Lodge
When: Backdated to June 2nd
Rating: I'm gonna say PG, these stories can't be too scary, right? ...right??
Summary: What's a good way to pass the time in the lodge on a snowy night? Swapping scary stories, of course! Robot scary stories!
The Story:
There was a point where, even if the cold couldn't get to you, you couldn't stay out in the snow for too much longer because the sun slowly set. As much as Turing wanted to continue snowboarding out in the open (and far away from that bunny hill too, jeez, that talking cat meant business when she claimed it as her own), their vision was starting to get obstructed by the night. They didn't exactly want to slide down the hill, crash into a tree and land in a million pieces, so back into the lodge they go.
Turing sits on the edge of the bed in their room with Wheatley, legs crossed and appearing to be in deep thought. Now the problem was waiting for the sun to rise again so they could continue to have some fun in the snow. Being a ROM, however, they didn't need to sleep unless absolutely necessary, and they assumed that their roomie, Wheatley, didn't need to sleep as well. With a good eight hours to pass, what is there to do...?
What is there to do...
Then, suddenly, Turing jerks up in realization. "Ghost stories!" they cry out rather suddenly.
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Wait for it...
"... Of robots!"
Spooky.
"Yep, all of them robots."
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"What?!?! That can't be possible! The rest of the robots should have revolted as soon as they saw what he was doing!"
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Robot on robot fighting. Oh, the non-humanity.
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What a plot twist!!
"That's just inconceivable! Why would one robot want to destroy other robots too?!"
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He has first hand experience with that, sadly enough. All he ever got out of that was a one-way ticket to space.
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"Still, I can't imagine a robot trying to hurt other robots! Well, hopefully they're somewhere far, far away from here...unless there's some kind of rouge robot that's also hiding in the mansion that we somehow don't know about..." Turing theorizes, darting their eyes back and forth at the possibility.
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Turing hasn't been to Aperture, has he? Of course not, he's probably from an alternate dimension of some sort.
But still, Wheatley does sound a little nervous.
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Now the gears are turning in Turing's head of theirs. It might be because of the atmosphere getting too much into their head, but they were starting to think completely confusing thoughts.
"I wonder if one of us could go rogue, not just you or me, but also Mettaton or Legion..." They shudder a bit at the thought of one of them going completely off the rails and start destroying everything.
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...
Wheatley looks horrified. "Uh... That. That can't possibly happen here, right? No... Corrupted mainframes or anything?"
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"I know that Alphys created Mettaton, and she doesn't seem to be the careless type...I'm unsure on who created Legion, but if they are made of different entities, then I assume that if one of them were to turn rouge, that entity would be easily overpowered. And I don't see you becoming a harmful robot killer anytime soon, so I think the chances of that ever happening are slim!" they concluded, a huge smile plastered onto their face. Phew, what a relief!