Beep shook her head. “Well, this should be the last one… Sorry, my plan
didn’t exactly work out as I’d hoped…” She looked a bit sad. “But, uh,
yeah, Bonk’s doing okay. She’s upstairs in her room right now, if you
want to see her. Why, is everything okay? Nothing happened to her, did
it?”
“No, I don’t think so, I was just wondering.”
He looked at the recently repaired arrows.
“You guys going to go see Bowyetta?” he asked. “And how’s the food going?”
“Bowyetta” was starting to get suspicious. “How… Are you hearing of
anything outside of the Factory~? These walls are blocking of much
sound~ Is nothing but rain out of there anyway~”When her hair was
mentioned, her expression turned from suspicion to fear, and she pulled
away. “No, no~! Do not be taking of Bowyetta’s pieces~!” Upon closer
inspection, she DID, in fact, have four arms- One of which was
protruding from her hair. It seemed to be from a Yaridovich. Come to
think of it, MOST of the pieces in her hair seemed to be from a
Yaridovich, with a few pieces from Axems mixed in as well. “B-Bowyetta
must be looking her best at all times~! These are being very important
to that~!”Meanwhile, Bowyetta reached into her hair, hoping to
find something that could silence her footsteps. Her old slippers would
have to do. She quickly put them on, and upon taking a few steps, she
could walk without making so much noise. She quickly made her way to the
door. …But… She couldn’t just leave without Mr. Sir. Behind
“Bowyetta’s” back, she motioned for him to follow her.And that was when “Bowyetta” backed into her, knocking her over with a solid CLUNK.
“No, no, but we can at least straighten your hair, put a little gel…”
His voice trailed off as he saw the two Bowyettas about to collide with each other.
“Juststepthiswayandwecanbe–”
CLUNK.
The Repairman winced, immediately rushing to try and help the real Bowyetta up without a second thought.
“…You okay?” he asked, before realizing he just made things worse.
Bowyetta couldn’t help but smile at that. “Bowyetta is much terrified
of Smithy. Is true that she could never be as destructive as him.”She
rubbed the tears out of her eyes. Her skin was looking clearer already,
and she was beginning to warm up. “Thanking of you muchly, Mr. Sir.
Bowyetta… Is liking muchly of you also. Am hoping we can all becoming of
friends.”“Would you be doing so for Bowyetta, Mr. Sir? She is still being hungry, and still much stiff from being cold…”
“Right,” the Repairman nodded, giving one last pat on her shoulder before heading back down.
To Beepsumu, he said, “Well, she’s eating now. How’re the arrows going?”
After a moment he looked around and asked, “Is…Bonkakira, was it?…doing okay?”
“Bowyetta” narrowed her eyes. Mr. Sir really expected her to wear these
things? “Eh… Am not want~” She huffed. “Is not much practical for
Bowyetta’s rank~ Is not much attractive either~ Smithy will still not
much be wanting of Bowyetta~ No, Bowyetta is needing of HER pieces, Mr.
Sir~”She started to look a bit nervous. “This is really being
necessary~? Is not much comfortable~” She wouldn’t admit it, but while
she was jealous of Bowyetta’s perfectly smooth and polished skin, the
rust had made her a bit sore…As Bowyetta was searching for a way out, she didn’t think to put on something to keep her feet from making noise.
Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink
“Bowyetta” took notice of this rather quickly. “Mr. Sir… Are you hearing of that~?”
“Come now,” the Repairman insisted, “surely you could find new legs rather than used ones…And yes, I’m sure this is…”
His eyes popped for a moment as both of them heard Bowyetta walking across the floor.
“What, that?” he asked, desperately trying to keep the fake’s attention towards him. “It’s probably…just…wind…? …Water droplets….? A weather balloon…? No need to worry about it! Now, if you want, we can remove the rest of the rust later. How about cleaning up your hair…?”
The inkblot was really sweating now.
Bowyetta didn’t know how to respond to this. Ever since she was
forged, and all throughout her life in the Factory, everyone had wanted
her to change, to be like any normal Bowyer. Heck, she was almost killed
just because she was different. Beepsumu and Bonkakira were the first
people to really accept her for what she is. She never expected someone
like Mr. Sir to be so accepting of her.Tears started to stream
down Bowyetta’s face. She very carefully put her arm around the
Repairman.(she had no idea how strong she really was, after all) “Mr.
Sir… Thanking of you muchly. All of Bowyetta’s life she has being told
to change. She was thinking that only Beepsumu and Bonkakira would ever
be accepting of her. But… She is still much being destructive. Are
certain you are liking of her?”
The Repairman wasn’t sure how to take all this. All he could think of to do was to wrap his arm around her shoulder, looking at her sympathetically.
“Hey now, trust me,” he chuckled, “I’ve met more destructive folks than you. I mean, the house is still standing, isn’t it? Heck, I thought Smithy was the one who wrecked everything there!”
He laughed softly for a moment, then cleared his throat.
“But yeah, I like you fine,” he said.
He looked out the door. No sign of more food yet.
“…You want me to go check on your arrows?”
“Bowyetta” flinched slightly. The rust had been there for quite some
time, and her skin had become rather sensitive because of it. She pouted
slightly as she spoke. “Bowyetta is knowing of this already, Mr. Sir~
Smithy is not much liking of her~” Her tone and face were angry, yet…
Was she starting to cry? “Bowyetta is much needing of something for her,
Mr. Sir~ Please to be looking at Bowyetta’s legs~ They are not much
being suited for someone of her stature~ You seeing where Bowyetta is
going with this~?”Meanwhile, Vinny had finally broken open the
lock. “Come on, Bowyetta~ You’re free now~ But be careful not to make
too much noise~”Bowyetta carefully climbed out of the cage, her feet making a soft clink
when they hit the floor. But, instead of escaping right away, her eyes
went over to “Bowyetta” and the Repairman. What was with that look she
was giving? Had she overheard everything?
The Repairman looked at the not-Bowyetta’s legs. Now that he actually looked at them, he couldn’t help but nod. The stubby things really didn’t fit her at all.
“Yeah, these could be worked on,” he conceded. Mind racing, he continued, “But you know what’s all the rage these days? Treads.“
He dug into a nearby pule of junk and pulled some worn-down old conveyor belt. He started to eye where the wheels of it would go.
“All terrain, hard to lose balance, and they look really cool!” he continued, hoping she was buying this stalling tactic.
He took a quick glance at the real Bowyetta, and saw she was free. But that look she was giving made him sweat a little…
“Um…” he continued, turning back to the fake one, “Though, for now, let’s finish getting the rust off you…”
“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”
He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.
“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”
Bowyetta nodded, and handed over the unopened can. “W-well…”
Bowyetta had never actually thought about it before, but Bowyers didn’t HAVE much of a society. From what she could recall, her kind were basically uncontrollable, except by Smithy himself.
“To be certain, Mr. Sir… Bowyer society… Much unpleasant is being. In order to being successful amongst Bowyetta’s kind… You must be willing to be causing harm to others.” She started to look a bit sad. As a Bowyer, she still held a certain fondness for destruction and chaos, and yet… She had no desire to actually hurt people.
“B-But… Bowyetta…” She started tearing up again. “She is not being like them at all… Is she?” She looked at the Repairman. “Is Bowyetta not much being different?”
The Repairman took the can and pocketed it. It would stay cool in his hammerspace, he hoped.
As he listened to Bowyetta, he moved a little closer, and moved to pat the Bowyer’s…erm…back.
“You could have shot me out of the house when I came in,” he replied, not unkindly. “You could have just ditched me after I distracted those guys. In fact, that was the original plan. I’m glad you’re different from the other Bowyers, if that’s what you’re asking.”
“More… Than perfect…” “Bowyetta” repeated. Her smile began to grow
once more. It was a slow, sinister, malicious smile. “Yes… Smithy will
be much loving of Bowyetta once she is complete… But…” Her face suddenly
softened. “Is not being trick~? Bowyetta is having of much trust for
you, Mr. Sir~”Vinny was nearly done breaking open the lock.
“I’ve… Nearly got… Ow~!“ “Bowyetta” turned around at Vinny’s cry, but he
hid himself before she saw him.“Bowyetta” then held her hand out the the Repairman. Her skin felt eerily cold. “Go on then, Mr. Sir~ Make Bowyetta… More than perfect~” Her malicious smile returned as she said the words. More than perfect. She loved the idea of that.
“Oh, no, no trick,” the Repairman said as he began to lead the thing behind a pile of junk (he would say it was ‘for privacy’ if asked). “I just want to get you looking great for Smithy…”
He cringed at the cold, but said nothing. Instead, he pulled up a polisher and started to work away at the rusty bits.
“Speaking of which,” the Repairman mused, as he worked on removing the rust from her back, “are you sure you want to use that Bowyer’s parts? Smithy doesn’t exactly like her…”
“I don’t see why not…”
He winced and coughed at the large
exhaust of smoke, but sighed in relief afterwards. Apparently, that was a
good thing; she was eating now. Well, scarfing. He silently thanked
AJAX manufacturers and nodded to Vinny.Looking at Bowyetta, he searched for something to say.
“So, erm, what’s in the can…?”
Bowyetta opened the can and took a drink from it. She then reached into her hair and produced another. “Is being of Bowyetta’s favorite soda, Mr. Sir! Would you also be liking of one?”
As she placed the cans on the desk, she sank back into the bed. Seeing the expression on his face, she decided to be the one to speak up. “Mr. Sir… Can Bowyetta be talking to you of something? Is being about Bowyetta’s life before she had come here. Are you knowing much of Bowyer society?”
“Oh, no thanks,” the Repairman replied. After a moments thought, he asked, “Could I take one for the road, though?”
He was grateful for a better conversation piece, and he relaxed somewhat.
“Can’t say I know it,” he replied, casually. “Why?”
“Bowyetta” got a rather smug look on her face. “Is not being
necessary, Mr. Sir~ Bowyetta is much perfect being as she is~” She
turned away for a moment. “Unless…” When she turned back, her face was
much darker.“You are still finding Bowyetta to being-”
Her monologue was interrupted by a familiar Bowyetta yelp. “W-what you be doing?!”
While
this was happening, Vinny made his way back to the cage. “Just a bit
longer, Mr. Sir~” He began to use his “head” to try and break open the
lock.
As the Repairman watched “Bowyetta”‘s reaction, he began to back up.
“Um, you see,-you are perfect, but why b-be that when you can be…um…more…than…perfect…?”
He hoped his desperate stammering could not only keep him out of harm’s way, but also keep Bowyetta from going to the chop shop.
“Um…” he said, holding up a polisher, “…why don’t we more-than-perfect you real quick?”
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