ft. Galgen, Loudwig and Phoebe

Edited by Heather

"Would you rather… jump in a pool filled with bugs, orrr… a pool filled with needles?"

"Those two aren't even comparable dude, the pool needle is literally going to kill you" Phoebe retorts.

"COUGH COUGH"

"Okay… so you're asking if you'd rather have a low probability of dying of fright," an incredulous grin spread across Phoebe's face, "or a 100% risk of dying in needle hell?" her laugh was interrupted by a loud sneeze

"ACHOO"

But as the two went on with their absurd hypotheticals, the door of their tiny motel room opened wide and they almost jumped out of the couch they were laying on.

"Hello, you two."

"Galgen! You took your sweet time! You left for like 4 hours!" Phoebe commented with irritation "What were you doing!?"

Galgen towered over Phoebe, leaning his hand towards her, giving her her medicine. "Calm down, I thought I'd buy some supplies for myself since I rarely go out 'shopping', I did buy your syrups, so be grateful."

Phoebe furrowed her eyebrows and looked at the mek with a piercing gaze, she opened her mouth but didn't have time to reply as Loudwig interjected himself in the conversation: "So you knew that both me and Phoebe were struggling with this awful flu and you went shopping?? Couldn't your thingamajigs wait a little?"

Galgen grabbed a few items from his plastic bag.

"First of all, it's 'Phoebe and I' not 'me and Phoebe', learn your manners, and I didn't buy 'thingamajigs'. Galgen replied with an annoyed tone. "This town is filled to the brim with stores that sells many useful tools of high quality that I have rarely seen elsewhere, but I must admit that I did think of your pathetic diseased bodies while I went out."

Galgen laid various items on the shelf of the kitchen; supplements, vitamins, odd foods…

"What's all that stuff Galgen? I'm pretty sure meks don't eat" inquired Phoebe

Galgen let out a loud artificial sigh.

"Not for me idiot, I bought these for you"

Loudwig giggled followed by a loud cough, "Awww Galgen thought of us, how cute"

"I am not doing this out of kindness but out of convenience. Your puny organic bodies decided to put a stop to our travel which will only prolong its duration. One thing you need to know about me is that I am not a patient person." Galgen grumbled

Phoebe wheezed "Wait. Are you gonna make us a protein shake or something??"

"…Something like that" the blue mek replied

Loudwig and Phoebe cackled

All this laughing made Loudwig cough; "Hey Galgen do you want an apron too? I think there's a pink one with red hearts in the wardrobe"

Galgen ignored him, but Loudwig and Phoebe could tell he was frustrated. He opened his huge briefcase which was collecting dust in the wardrobe until now.

Loudwig and Phoebe, who were lying on the couch, sat up while raising their eyebrow.

Galgen picked a screwdriver and added a flat head onto the rotating screw of the tool.

"Oh my goodness he's actually doing it" Loudwig muttered quietly.

The two kethereans were so confused they stopped bantering, their eyes riveted towards the robot standing in the kitchen.

Galgen used the biggest bowl he found in one of the cabinet of the kitchen and started pouring water along the diverse things he bought. He turned on the screwdriver at the lowest intensity and started mixing the strange culinary amalgamation.

"Yo, quick question Galgy" asked Phoebe before being promptly cut off "Don't ever call me that again." spit Galgen with venom in his voice

"Ooookkayyyy……. You do know proteins shakes and whatevs' aren't gonna do anything right? Like you can't tell me this is gonna work better than actual medication made by scientists in laboratories"

The blue mek turned his head and stared at the scaly ketherean and pointed at her direction, ''I never said it would be better than medications, I said it could help''

"Big emphasis on 'could' mhh?" Taunted Loudwig after sneezing. ''Cmon Galgen there's nothing bad with admitting you know jack about ketherean bodies''

Galgen groused "I've never had much interest in your disgusting and wet interiors"

Phoebe jested; "Ah ha! well finally something you suck at, not that you don't suck on other aspects. In fact you suck a lot for many other th-"

She was cut short by Galgen, walking towards her and presenting the beverage' he made in front of her face. "Shut up and drink this"

Phoebe gagged when she saw the 'drink.

"You too, Loudwig" Galgen added, imposing himself before he returned in the kitchen to wash the dishes he made.

"You know what Phoebs, I'd rather jump in that pool full of needles than drink this, I'm pretty sure It's gonna kill me in a much more horrible way."

Galgen huffed, "I already made this concoction for kethereans and none died, so stop this nonsense and drink"

"You made this for other people before!? How evil are you?..." chortled Phoebe, who laid her glass of...something...on the couch arm.

"Yeah Galgen you can't treat people like tests experiments'' Loudwig joked.

"Who would even WANT to drink this sludge without getting paid anyway?" Phoebe questionned.

"Maybe his friends did, some sort of bet perhaps." Loudwig replied, keeping his voice low.

Phoebe leaned towards Loudwig and whispered "Galgen doesn't have friends man."

"I used to." He answered from across the room.

Phoebe blanched and opened her eyes wide, she didn't expect him to hear that.

"Until I realized I'm much better off alone."

A long, heavy silence filled the room. Phoebe turned to Loudwig and they shared a look of harsh sympathy. She turned away from them both, hiding her face with her wings.

"…Damn. Okay," remarked Loudwig, attempting to break the awkward silence they had found themselves in. He leaned forward to grab the glass that Galgen had placed on the coffee table.

He took one sip…

and immediately spat it out.

ft. Galgen and Molly

Edited by Heather

It was a foggy and rainy evening, the sun went to sleep and invited the moon to take its place. Molly and Galgen were sitting on a couch; the tall blue mech was reading a book while the ginger ketherean was listening to a new radiocast of their favorite science-fiction show.

Galgen was deeply focused on his reading until he came across an uninteresting chapter and his attention wandered elsewhere.

Molly was doodling on a notebook, their body stretched out on the couch, their legs resting on Galgen's thighs and their ears tilted towards the radio.

"The adventures of Captain Trak and his crew will continue in the next episode next week at the same time! Will they be able to save their friend's planet from the artificial black hole created by the Galactic Alliance?"

"That's ridiculous…" Galgen said.

"Huh? Wait you were listening? I thought you didn't like that show." replied Molly, resting their pencil on their clipboard and lifting their head to stare at the green visor of the mek.

"I was. Until I came across one of the most boring parts of this work." He said while tapping the book with his fingers.

"Oh… and what exactly do you think is ridiculous? The artificial black hole? The galactic alliance revealed to be the bad guys?"

"An organization preaching for the wellbeing of the galaxy and its inhabitants turning out to be filled with egocentric maniacs is not that far out of reality. The artificial black hole created through some magical laser though, preposterous."

"Huh-huh… You do realize it's science-fiction right, it doesn't abide by real life rules"

"Well it should, it would add more credibility and realism if the writers created a narrative following actual science."

"Hmmm… I disagree buddy, that's the point of sci-fi! It's literally in the name, science-FICTION" Replied Molly, frowning their eyebrows with a slight smile on their face, not taking this conversation seriously.

"I'm aware science-fiction is fiction, I'm simply expressing my dislikes towards the more fantastical abominations this genre tend to commit. I usually don't mind if it's not that farfetched."

"Okay then, give me an example of 'realistic' sci-fi, Mister I-Hate-Fun."

"Alright, here's one, the dyson-sphere, an hypothetical megastructure that still lives in the realm of science fiction but could theoretically be built in the very far future. If the ressources and the conditions are met that is." He may not have a face but Molly could tell he was feeling smug from this argument.

"Yeah but, that's not really sci-fi is it? I mean if it can be built, it's no longer fiction…"

"Black holes used to be sci-fi, and they are now known as an actual cosmic phenomena"

Molly grunted; "Okay fine, fine, you're right about that, but I still prefer when science-fiction is outlandish and doesn't have to follow our rules of reality. It's just more creative and fun that way."

"That's fair I suppose" he added, "I also have my own preferences: rules that remains true to this universe".

They then proceeded bickering for yet another hour.

YES-MAN

FROM: FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS

Yes-Man is a securitron (a type of robot) found in Fallout: New Vegas. He is an AI that was programmed to help Benny, the guy who shoots you in the head at the start of the game.

Unlike other securitrons with no personalities and with barely any sapience, Yes-Man is the complete opposite of that, he's a very passive-aggressive and sarcastic guy.

The reason he is named "Yes-Man" is because he is unfortunately programmed to never say no, even if he REAALLLLYY doesn't agree/wanna do what people asks him to do. He uses his passive-aggressiveness as a way to show his discontentment.

THOMAS

FROM: TOONTOWN: CORPORATE CLASH

Thomas (the brown character holding a potted plant) is the C.O.O of Cogs.Ink, the evil corporation attacking Toontown (In Toontown: Corporate Clash that is, other Toontown servers doesn't have him as the Chief Operating Officier and they will have different lore)

I love him because he's kind of a complicated villain? His brother the chairman despise toons (the inhabitants of Toontown), but Thomas doesn't seem to hate them, he's very neutral towards them.

While his brother is filled with anger and is very severe, Thomas is more laid back, he doesn't ever yell (Okay except once) nor ever gets angry at the toons. Now don't get me wrong, he isn't a sweet uwu little pie, he knows damn well what he is doing and the harm he is causing, I mean he's LITERALLY the chairman right arm and the second highest ranking member in the whole company.

Thomas is a robot (in Toontown they are called "cogs"), but that doesn't stop him from appreciating organic life, he's a big fan of plants and he owns a few in his office, he even named them! He's also a part of a knitting club with other managers of the company. In 2023, he knitted a sweater for his nephew, but he didn't seem to take much interest into his uncle gift, so he gave it to us instead.

BLUMIERE

FROM: SUPER PAPER MARIO

(Okay I know there may be people who have played super paper mario who is visiting this page and went "huh this guy's name is Blumiere? I thought it was Bleck", well erm acktually (puts on my nerd glasses) Bleck is more an alias he took because he lowkey adopted a "persona" in SPM, if that makes sense, so technically his actual real name is still Blumiere)

Anyway, Blumiere is the main antagonist of SPM, before he went full "imma blow up the multiverse", he was a member of a group named the tribe of darkness, they were a very secretive and hidden people, obsessesed with magic power and forbade marriage outside of their group

Blumiere went against that whole "no romance with other people" shtick and fell in love with a human named Timpani. But uh-oh! His father discovered his secret and was so pissed he made her disappear from their dimension (what the hell) and Blumiere, hopeless, searched for her for a very long time, only to come to the conclusion that she's most likely gone forever.

Blumiere riddled by grief and rage, who believed that without Timpani life is devoided of meaning, will eventually kill his own father and the remaining members of his tribe. He will steal an incredibly powerful artefact of the tribe of darkness called the Dark Prognosticus in order to destroy his own dimension and to apply that same fate to every other worlds that exists.

(Yes I know the whole "life without x is unbearable and I want everyone to suffer like me" is kinda a cliché but I still like him oki?)

WHEATLEY

FROM: PORTAL 2

Wheatley is a helpful AI who will help the protagonist, Chell, as she wakes up from a deep slumber after the events of Portal 1

He is a quite comedic, clumsy and silly character with an accentuated british accent, and there's absolutely nothing bad that's gonna to happen to him.

WHEATLEY

Alton is the L.A.A of Cogs.Ink (Land Acquisition Architect). He's hot tempered and takes his job very seriously (of course the Toons, the characters we play as, doesn't take him seriously at all)

He's the first Taskline manager boss you gotta fight In Toontown (Taskline managers are like main bosses, there are other bosses in the game but they are optional, they are named regional managers instead)

I like him because he's somewhat whimsical and silly? I'm sure he's not even realizing it since cogs HATE sillyness but yeah, he's like a scrunkly to me, he also got a southern american accent which I love, gives him a little bit more personality. Unlike Thomas he doesn't have much lore for the moment...But that may change in the future. (also he's fucking tall??? like this guy is 9 ft tall for some reason hello?)