Life of a wubbox

[Chapter Nine]: Music

There was this one time when I nearly burnt down my kitchen trying to make cookies and meringues. I mean. The cookies were good, mostly scorched. And the meringues were basically like hard marshmallows but most of them practically were on fire-

YOU EAT BURNT COOKIES?!

Wow... not in the least concerned about my nearly burnt down kitchen.

- Advice & Void

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Wubbox's POV

"Alright. And that's the last of the gunk out. Sorry, I was a little careless, I didn't realize robots like you and Vhamp couldn't eat solid foods."

Galvana was standing over me, who was on a long table/counter, holding a.. bubbly small brush with great precession and brushing away at the chunks of food stuck in my mouth and some of the wires and fans within my chassis... Eugh. I should mention it's a disgusting feeling. It's like having an internal itch being scratched, only to be replaced by a loose and slippery sensation. Something I heavily disliked.

One of my arms were restrained to the table with this really sticky binding material, no matter how hard I try to get my arm free, it just gets tighter and harder to remove. I'll explain why that's there later.

Galvana grabbed a tool from somewhere, and started screwing off one of my bolts.

"Bear with me, just ten more minutes."

I nodded in reply, sightly frustrated.

Yup, that's me. You are probably wondering how I ended up in this situation. (/ref)

Well, I'm wondering that too. I was just... eating dinner with the celestials, a sharp jabbing pain then reverberated through my chassis, and then I'm here, facing the solid pale brown roof on a table with my creator standing over me.

She removed some of my plating, causing me to think the worse. And I threw a punch, miscalculating my blow to the stomach. It happened hit her chest instead. And- she got.. slightly pissed... slightly.

That explains.. this durable stuff on my dominant arm. (Referring to heavy duty duct tape.)

Vhamp actually suggested putting more, but I made my point by threatening to electrocute him afterwards.

I think the food I ate was the reason why I was here and suffering in the first place.

Scaratar, Glaishur and Attmoz are around here conversing. And Vhamp is currently rolling around on his wheels aimlessly looking for something in the room.

I was surprised those three bothered to come. After all, I haven't interacted with them yet.

But while I lay here, it gave me time to look around. Not that I can turn my head of course, but I let my eyes drift off. To my right. Some half open cabinets, nearly spilling the contents within, the ones contents who was bound to the wall above the floors level was hanging. Making me dread for the loud sound that may reverberate when it hits the ground.

On my left, I can see a red box, quite close to Galvana's reach. Its drawers were open and I could see the tools she was using. So far she only used the brush and screwdriver, I suppose it's for later use just in case something else got shaken up. What the hell? This place is an absolute mess when you get a good look at it. Although I've practically existed for around... 62 hours, It seems like I already got into more trouble than a newly created monster could handle.