The CANONICALS

ORIGINS; The Botana-Bot.

Casey felt a buzzing sensation from his back. His vision blurred as the shudders over his cameras slowly adjusted, before finding the perfect exposure. He sat up and looked around.

Where was he? Who was he?

He glanced down to his hands. They were wooden, with large metal wires for fingers. He flexed them and became even more confused.

What was he?

He tried to speak but couldn't. He searched through his brain, his code, but couldn't find anything about speaking. He had no references on how to speak. Only how to think and how to mobilize. That was all he needed, wasn't it?

He pulled himself into a stance and looked around. Around him was furniture spanning out for miles and miles, stretching as far into the distance as he could see. As he glanced up he realized that the ceiling stretched up seemingly infinitely. This was a strange place.

All he did for the next few days was walk. The more he walked, the further the battery meter in his stats meter went down and the more exhausted he felt. There was nothing he could do about it. He just needed to continue walking.

And then he saw a group of people rummaging around one of the food areas. Two of them spoke to each other while the third stood looking out. One was an orange salamander-man wearing a black sweater and sweatpants, the other was a girl dressed in all black with lilac hair poking out from under her beanie and the man on lookout was holding a crowbar and had slicked back, brown hair, along with a suit and a duffel bag strapped around his back.

"You find anything?" The salamander-man asked.

"No..." The girl muttered.

"God damnit, not even any meatballs?"

"Nope."

Casey watched them. The group all came back together and began to walk away, Casey slowly beginning to follow them.

"I call dibs on the gamecube," The salamander man stated.

"Oh god dammit Craig, you've had your turns!" the girl hissed.

"I need to beat the level I'm on in Luigi's mansion!" 'Craig' stated.

"Craig, Basil, shut it," the third person finally stated. "Those things could probably hear us from anywhere."

"You need to loosen up, Damen, those things don't attack in the night cycle," Craig stated.

"We don't know what those things are or what they're actually like," Damen commented.

And then the group stopped in front of a large shelving unit. Damen used the crowbar to pull a ladder down to them and they began climbing up it. When they were on the second shelf, they pulled the ladder back up and Casey quickly ran over as they began walking away. Casey looked up, seeing that the second shelf up was around ten feet off of the ground. Casey glanced down and turned around, ready to leave.

He looked down to his hands and began to flex his wiry fingers. One slowly extended outwards and he had an idea. He turned back to the shelf and pushed his hands out, causing the wires to shoot out and wrap around the support beams. He began to slowly pull himself up before landing securely on the platform. He then began to walk down the platform to where the group went.

He found himself at an intersection where a large ladder was connecting two of the shelves together. Casey reluctantly climbed over it before coming across a room made up of the wooden pallets. He walked up to it and knocked on it. One of the pallets moved over and the salamander man, Craig, was on the other side.