||discontinued|| Dawn Of The Wublins

⭐One: Consider My Stars Struck🌠

(Cover art produced by me. It features Wubbox and Rare Wubbox sitting and gazing at the stars. Wubbox is pointing to a constellation that looks like his face. All is well.)
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Up above, the lights and little eyes of the sky twinkled and winked in a silly manner, attempting to lighten the solemn mood shared between the two brothers. They sat in silence, their faces bathed in placidity.

They were robots, a common Wubbox and a Rare Wubbox. The common had a golden-brown color theme, with his limbs and joints conjoined by blue-lightning. He had a blue sphere in the hole of his tummy. It produced a soft glow and wind sound. What wasn't brown or blue was grey steel, reflecting the stars and the moon which captivated him and spun his attention into a gentle thread that shot across the sky. They watched the meteor fall together.

His brother was older and orange in color. His electricity was bright yellow and his core was a vinyl record quietly hissing static. Wubbox reached to hold his older brother's hand, causing Rare to look over at him.

"Where do you think she went?" asked the younger robot. His sentence was sewn with sadness and his fingers pricked with longing. His voice had a robotic accent.

Rare stopped looking at him, suddenly finding the grass more captivating. He drummed his metal fingers on the ground and he sighed. His voice was crackly and even more robotic than the Wubbox's. It was as if he were autotuned. He said, "I don't know. I know an island exists where she may live, but we can't go there. It exists in another plane."

"...But she's in the stars, right? Just like you said?"

Rare thought of his bittersweet lie, the one he told to sway his brother from the path of desperation. "She's here," he'd said. "Right there, in that star, looking at that moon. And there are her friends. They all love you." and then he'd play him a lullaby on his vinyl.

"Of course." he gestured to the sky. "There she is. See?"

Wubbox was quiet, staring off into the sparkly depths. "Is she ever gonna come back down here? Come to see us?"

Rare Wubbox replied very uncomfortably, "Possibly. But it's very unlikely. Just remember that I'm here for you, even though Mother isn't."

"Of course," agreed Wubbox. Then the Wubbox squinted very closely at the stars and excitedly pointed. "Look! She's drawn my face in the sky! She loves me!"

The stars had aligned in a way that mimicked Wubbox's face. Rare sighed. His brother was very beside himself over this simple sighting, but he, himself, couldn't quite care. If she loved us, he thought, why'd she leave us?

Mentions of Galvana, their mother, made Rare Wubbox quite uneasy. He wasn't as open to talking about it as his hopeful brother was, and he certainly wasn't happy about what happened.

Randomly, Wubbox said, "I just feel so very alone, so very misunderstood. I wish there were more monsters like me."

"Wub, you gotta understand, similar is not always better. I know you feel alone, but you aren't. You have everybody around you to love."

Wubbox thought very carefully. "I know," he mewed with a blank stare, "I just... I want a family of my own, on that I can take care of and not abandon in a box made of their own body."

Rare paled. "Oh, I sincerely hope you've not made a baby-"

"Fool!" cried Wubbox, "Of course not! We're sterile monsters!"

They looked at each other for an abnormally long time and then busted out into laughter. Once their moment was over, Wubbox leaned on Rare's shoulder and sighed contentedly. He probably didn't need his mother, he had his brother.

He was perfectly fine with being lonely.