Sanders Sides ONESHOTS

Steampunk

    REQUESTED BY readingalli

      He threw us out. Threw us out like we were nothing. He took some spare parts off of us, so we looked like we belonged no where. No where but in the trash.
     Logan, missing his left knee cap, a little scrap off his right arm, and his right cheek gone.
     Dee, missing half his left leg. Little wires sticking out that made me sick to my stomach. Not because it was gross, because that guy had the gut to just throw us out like junk. And we were perfectly working!
     Roman, missing his right arm and his ears, leaving him deaf. He enjoyed listening to everything around him, suddenly losing his hearing must've been a nightmare, poor guy.
     Patton, who lost half his left arm and eye. Seeing wires hanging us all, sickened me. We were fine a few hours ago, and now we're here, in the dark.
     Virgil, missing my left hand and right half of my leg. I'm left handed. It's as if he did that, not because he needed spare parts, but because he wanted to make us suffer.
     I looked around at a bunch of other broken down and shut off androids like us. Robots. I looked at how most of then had compatible parts, but we were hopeless. We couldn't put part on by ourselves.
     He took my voice box. I couldn't speak. I couldn't make noise. Luckily, we were programmed with sign language, so Roman and I didn't have to worry.
     The others looked miserable. I couldn't do anything. None of us could. We just had to sit there until we got rusty, sick, and shut down.
     I was doubtful. We were the only ones still on down here. Inventors came down here every once in awhile, looking for spare parts for anything they'd be making. Doesn't mean they'd want us. We were created by an awful man, and now we're stuck in a ditch of metal and wires, broken apart.
     We were programmed not to feel emotions, except Patton, but how were we not going feel anything after this? I looked at Patton, who only had his left eye. He was crying, trying to, but it hurt, I could tell. All of this hurt. How wouldn't it? I would like to go back to not feeling any pain.
     But I don't want to be perfect, I have always wanted to feel stuff like a normal human. I'm not a normal human. I'm far from that. I have to get polished every month so I don't rust up and die. That's what'll happen now. We'll each get rusty and shut down.
     We'll watch each day go by in pain. He took our parts and threw us out. He worked on us for years, and then got tired, and threw us out. Boy did it piss me off.

     Rust. Rust was growing on our bodies. We've made no distance, staying in the same spot for a week now. We were getting stiffer. We creaked each time we moved. And the rainy weather lately has made us rust faster. We made no effort to communicate.
    We looked to hear metal being ravaged through. An inventor, nothing new. We went back to staring at nothing and picking at wires and such.
     The ravaging came closer. I hoped they would shut us down. We had no use for being still on. No use. We're suffering.
     "Well hi there, fellas!" We all looked up to see and inventor. He smiled and looked down at us. What did he think of us? Was he going to take some more parts off us? Go ahead, not like we care.
     "You seem to be in bad condition. Can you talk?" He asked.
     "Some.. of us." Dee said, his voice rustic.
     "Aw, I'm sorry that ever happened to you.." he bent down. "Say, why don't I get you guys fixed up? I have some extra parts at my place. Can ya walk?"
     Patton beamed. He got up carefully, struggling with his stiff hinges and such. "Dee, Logan and Virgil may need.. help walking." He croaked. His voice was deep and raspy.
     He pointed to Roman and Patton. "Will you two help me, then?"
     Roman looked at him, confused. I held up my hands and repeated what he said in sign language. He held out his hand to be pulled up by Patton. He grabbed Dee and helped him up.
     I didn't trust this guy. Obviously not. What if he was just like the guy who invented us? What if he puts us together, then a week later he takes out parts and throws us out again?
     He helped me up and kept me steady as we walked. Even Pat and Ro were a little unstable. But I couldn't blame them, he hadn't moved in a long while.
     We made it to this inventor guys car and got in. I was still skeptical about this guy. After what we experienced, I don't want to put the others through that again.
     I looked at the surroundings outside the car as we drove. I wanted to keep my leg stretched, having it scrunched up in the back of a car was not comfortable or pleasing.
     He helped us out and into his studio, which was exeptionally large. His basement. Creepy. A place to take robots and tear them to shreds.
     I sat on the cold ground, outstretching my leg. I looked around the area. I saw the man lifting Logan onto the table.
     "Here." He grabbed a spare left knee cap. He started moving and taking out unnecessary wires.
     Once he got all the areas to fit in with the knee cap, he applied it on.
     He finished and moved onto his cheek. I could tell he tried hard not to bother any other important wires that were still in tact.

     Once he finished giving us spare parts, he polished us. He cleaned us so the rust was all gone. Maybe he wasn't so bad. At least not right now..
     He grabbed two hearing aids and attatched them to Roman's ears, making sure they stay.
     I could see Roman instantly spark up. "I-I.." his voice croaked. He smiled wide at the others. "I can hear again!"
     Patton clapped and hugged Roman. "Yay!!" He said.
     They looked over at me, expecting something. I gave them nothing. The inventor didn't have a voice box for me. So I just looked down.
     "I'm sorry.. I wish I had something. I'll keep looking, in the meantime, will writing and sign language be alright?"  He asked.
     I nodded, looking at my new left hand. Why would he waste spoare parts just to throw us out again?
     "Oh, I never properly introduced myself. I'm Thomas!" He smiled.
     "I'm Roman!" He sakid, eager to talk. "This is Patton, Logan, Virgil and Dee."
     "Well, I'm glad I could be any assist to you! Would you like to stay with me? Me and my boyfriend, Jon, live alone." Thomas looked at each of us. "Do you guys like anything in particular?"
     "Well.. we were the creation of someones mind. Our creator.. he made us as fascets of his personality." Dee said.
     "Well, who is who?" Thomas asked.
     "I'm creativity. Virgil is anxiety, Patton is morality, Logan is logic, and Dee is deciet." Roman said. I could tell how excited he was from being able to talk.
     Thomas smiled more. Man, gays sure do like smiling, huh? "Sounds just like me." He opened the door. "Come on. Jon should be home soon." He looked at us when we made it to the kitchen. "You guys eat?"
     "No." Dee replied.
     "Good, cause I suck at cooking." He chuckled.
     Maybe he really was a good guy. Yet again, I thought the same thing about our creator.
     The front door opened and I grabbed Roman's wrist out of fear. A dirty blonde hair man stopped and looked at us when he turned the corner.
     Thomas turned around and walked up to, who I'm assuming was his boyfriend, Jon - unless he kisses everyone who randomly walked in his house.
     He explained who we were, where we came from, and why we're here. I knew it. His boyfriend is gonna hate us and kick us out. Make our lives a living hell.
     But he just smiled and hesitantly walked up to us. I noticed the ukelele strapped to his back. I want to hear him play now.
     I saw Thomas glance at my hand and I let go of Roman's wrist. I looked back at Jon.
     "My name is Jon Cozart. I'm dating Thomas, and I also play the ukelele." He said, motioning to the instrument on his back.
     Patton stepped forward and held out his hand.
     Jon took it into his and smiled. "I'm looking forward to living with you." He said.
     "Me too!" Patton exclaimed. He smiled warmly at his new companion. Is that the right usage of the word? Who knows.

     Thomas showed us a spacious room we coulld hang out in until tomorrow morning. Ah, right, humans have to sleep. They say it's refreshing. Wish we could sleep.
     We all sat down after entering the room. I stretched my legs out in the corner of the room and sighed. The only noise audible from me was breathing. Hard to believe we need to breathe.
     Roman sat next to me and sighed as well. "Sorry 'bout your.. voice Virge.." he said. He looked at me and smiled. "But Thomas said he'd keep an eye out for a voice box!"
     I held up my hands in motion. It'll never sound like my voice, though, Ro. I dropped them and looked away from him.
     He grabbed my arm, which made me flinch. "Your right, but it's better than nothing." He smiled reassuringly at me.
     I looked up at him. I suppose he was right.. I mean, I wouldn't mind talking again. Roman seemed really happy to be able to hear again. I bet he was most happy to be able to hear himself. Self-obsessed moron. I chuckled, leaving him confused. I shook my head as if it was nothing.
     I moved my head back against the wall and looked at the ceiling. I smiled. For the first time in a week, I smiled. I smiled because of his presence. Because he still had hold of my arm, and I knew, he wasn't letting go anytime soon.
     I looked at him and smiled. I put my head on his shoulder, smilling at Patton across the room. But, Roman did remove his hand soon. He let go and put his whole arm around my shoulders.
     Maybe this wasn't so bad. Maybe Thomas and Jon really are good people. Maybe Roman loves me. Maybe I love him.