BO-E | WALL-E DSMP AU |

- - - ENTRY ONE - - -

There was a time on Earth where the grass shone bright colors. Where plants grew tall and green. Where people laughed and cheered loudly. Where humans came together to form a happy, healthy world to exist upon in unity.

This was not that time.

Brown skies clouded the atmosphere, littered with garbage and rubble. Cracked and barren lands stained what was once lively and beautiful. Tall piles stood miles high of only litter. The fault of human's negligence and stubbornness.

It was silent for so long. No life-form could sustain out in the dust storms. Nuclear power plants had long since expired, causing unbearable nuclear waste to spew out into the apocalyptic lands.

Eerie silence. Too silent. But not for long...

In the midst of the rugged towers that sway more and more after each dust storm and throughout the junkyards played a melody. Scratchy and faint but a melody nonetheless.

Even past the heaps of garbage, one could see the dry dirt being kicked up relentlessly by what appeared to be a tire of some kind. The constant clicking of rusted metal meeting rock filled the wasteland's void. A pair of retractable mechanical rollerblades submerged behind a barrel labeled 'TOXIC WASTE' that had been recently contained after years. Seven hundred to be exact.

The pair of rollerblades belonged to none other than a BO-E model. The BO-E was designed to roam the wastelands of the now Earth. Many robots were created but many couldn't last long, however humans were in such a rush that they hadn't bothered to care much. BO-E stands for Biohazard Observer - Earth Class. However this little bot is also known as 'Tubbo'.

Tubbo sped across the gravel, kicking up rock as he raced to place the final barrel of toxic waste. The brown-haired robot cracked a grin and their green eyes twinkled with certain glow of glee.

While being a robot, the machine had never been programmed to be so emotional or sentient but then again nobody had predicted extinction of all life-forms seven hundred years previously. Not that it understood what it felt but whatever it was, it felt good. Right, even.

It's hair flew in all different directions as they set down the barrel, flipping the rusted head a full one-eighty degrees to meet the eyes of their closest, no, ONLY friend, Ranboo.

"TIME!" they fell on their back in a fit of giggles, " how long was that shift, Boo?"

'Boo' reached into his poor duct taped black skinny jeans- Tubbo didn't understand that they were pre-made that way- and pulled out the most dented stop-watch 'man' would ever see. Boo clicked his synthetic tongue against his teeth trying to decipher the numerals in front of them. His emerald and ruby-like eyes scanned over the clock fair amount of times before they huffed in defeat, holding it over towards an ever-approaching Tubbo.

Sighing sadly, Tubbo stored the stop-watch away. Not caring about their potential record anymore. Ruffling Boo's hair gently he led his friend to their break spot after the grueling hours spent sorting and cleaning up waste.

"It's alright, boss man! It's nothing you did wrong, it's my fault. I should have uploaded a backup log to your contriving and soliloquizing."

Ranboo only hummed sadly as they locked palms.

Tubbo stopped his gliding across the gravels of the wastelands surrounding them, " I truly mean it. Once we return to the bunker I'll fix it- if you'll allow me..."

The last couple words of it's rant were spent in a stutter and shy. They understood how awkward and 'intimate' it could be having someone seeing your wires on display. It makes you feel worthless and broken.

A squeeze on the hand was enough to let BO-E know it was alright and he'd get to perform his practices upon Boo.

The walk was quiet. A comfortably uncomfortable silence. Both keenly aware that even Tubbo could do only so much for his friend for so much longer. Tubbo could barely take care of his own system, often forgetting to oil his blades and becoming stranded in piles of junk until Boo heard their wailing for help. Or even going without booting down during the night time just to work on studying and improving Ranboo's cognitive and physical functions.

Finally, they met their designated spot on top of an old and rickety crane machine. Crossing the self-made sheet of metal from land to crane, it wobbled and scratched under the boys' weight.

Taking their places on the highest peak of the machinery, they pulled out the prepared 'lunches'.

"What'd you bring today, Bo?"

Ranboo's words melted the tension in the air and Tubbo physically calmed.

Tubbo snorted and took off his beat-up backpack to shuffle throughout the items stored.

Shaving cream, bunch of bolts and nuts, can of beans...

CAN OF BEANS!!!

The can was easily snatched from it's resting place into the ground in front of the brunet. The boy slid his cold, battered finger tips across his chest looking for the correct button to push. Eyes brightening to show his eureka, he promptly mashed the button.

His then finger turned into a small circular saw; opens the can of beans and proceeds to slurp the luke-warm beans like a chunkier slushy.

Moments of bliss were cut short when the BO-E's self-installed goat ears perked. What was that God awful smacking noise?!

Ranboo snacks on something unknown. Tubbo's head perks at the sound of his jaw's gears grinding loudly.

"Boo?" Tubbo inquires, "what are you eating on?"

Ranboo's head whipped around to meet Tubbo's curious eyes for a moment only to turn back around just as quickly.

Ranboo attempts to spit out what he had been gnawing on but alas it wouldn't budge.

"Boo?' Tubbo asked once more.

Turning his head shamefully, Ranboo opened his jaw to show an absolute mess of bubblegum stuck to the roof of his mouth in loose wires.

Tubbo gasped, "Boo! I told you not to chew anymore gum, you know the outcome every single time."

Ranboo's ears fell sadly and he shut his mouth, looking away. Tubbo shuffled silently. After a period of silence Tubbo spoke up.

"So what flavour was it?"

Ranboo made eye contact and then quickly looked away to the rubble around them as if in thought.

"Dirt" he struggled to make out.

"Ah" Tubbo just nodded,

"makes sense".