I'm Not A Simp.

The Puppet

Both of us stayed silent and I don't think either of us would've broken it either if we didn't hear the loud banging coming from the door. We both turned to look at it, "who is it?" Asked #555.

No one replied, #555 groaned and got up to open the door. He didn't make it a few feet until the person who was banging on the door opened it themselves. Inside rushed in a cameraman with a satchel, sweater with black gloves, polo, cargo pants, notepad, and... a press hat?

'Oh man, you are the Simp cameraman!' He got up really close to me.

'You don't mind if I ask you a few questions right, I mean I don't think you have anything else to do. Besides they'll be quick," he was cut off by #555.

"I'm sorry, who are you?" He asked getting in the way of us.

The cameraman seemed embarrassed, 'oh right, where are my manners, I'm Press cameraman or Journalist cameraman. Whichever one works."

His signing was sloppy, his hands signatures were all over the place. He must've been a quick talker when he was a human. 'A journalist cameraman?' I signed.

'Yes! I'm the only one within the Alliance and you!' He pointed at me.

'Are the hottest topic within the Alliance right now, everyone wants to know your story!' He got out his pen and paper.

My story? Well it's, I mean it's, I can't really describe it... if anything it's an underdog story. 'Could we start with the questions?'

"You're really going to give this guy the time of day?" Questioned #555.

'This is the best way to stop everyone from coming up to me and questioning me themselves.' I replied.

"All 56 of them," I looked away sheepishly.

A clap rang throughout the room, we both looked at the Press cameraman, 'question 1, how did you get your legs?'

'I got them as I was being experimented on by a Scientist Toilet.' I replied.

'Was it THE Scientist Toilet?' He dug deeper into my answer.

'No, no, more like an underling of him.' I stated.

He nodded and started taking some notes, 'what are your legs made of?'

This one I didn't know, 'I'm not sure, I've had them for such a long time but don't actually know what they're made of.'

He nodded and asked a follow-up question, 'will you let Scientist or Engineer cameraman experiment on them?'

'I'm not sure,' I responded.

'What would you say your relationship with your squad is?' He asked.

'Me and my squad's relationship is...' I paused.

I haven't had a moment to sit down and talk for so long that now I've truly realized something. I miss my squad. I haven't talked to them, interact with them, or even mess around them in forever.

It might seem silly since before it seemed like they didn't care about me but things have changed. I miss my squad leader, I miss messing around with Squeakerman, I miss #789 and his chill antics, I miss #403 and his calm demeanor, and I surprisingly miss #212 and his bullying. It feels weird to be praised for something now.

But above all, I miss #211. She was the one who raised me up so many times, and now I'm the one raising others up. Once I see her again I'll let it be known, I'll tell her to her face. And her brother can shove it!

'Yoo-hoo, Astro or Simp or Brown or cameraman #3 or whatever you go by. Wake up!' The Press cameraman snapped me out of it.

I jumped in my seat momentarily, 'I'm sorry but I think that's all I'll answer right now.'