All that glitters isn't gold -Inanimate Insanity AU-

-Figuring you out my dear creation-

The room was cold, just like most rooms in the MeCloud, however this room always felt more unforgiving to MePhone4. The phone sat upon a harsh metal table, his legs dangling off, MePhone4 slightly swung them to get his mind off things. The walls of the room were a grey more on the black side, a stark contrast to the bare white tiles below. Workbenches lined the walls, only stopping to make way for the signature Meeple sliding door. The only light sources around the room came from the lamps evenly placed along the workbenches or the light that hung overhead him. However Cobs only had the lamp above MePhone4 and the lamp the CEO worked near, on.

MePhone4 eyed Cobs cautiously as the corn man scribbled down a few notes onto a clipboard. Today the robot's schedule of usual tasks had been cleared.. to make room for a check-up day... MePhone4 felt a pit grow in his systems, it was festering inside of him, twisting his fears into something grander. Forcing the robot to start drumming his metal fingers across the metal of the bench he sat at. The silence between the two was long and deafening , which was a weird thing coming from MePhone4, he usually liked the serenity that came with silence. But no- this was a different type of quiet. This quiet was the kind before something bad happened, whilst you waited for your misfortune to arrive. Thus it all felt suffocating, as the thought of it ending ate you up inside.

MePhone4 could feel the small ache from the cracks running through his screen. The lingering pain sparking through his body, it was duller.. but it noticeably was still there, just like the pain in his wrist and his right arm... At least now he'll he free of it all.. hopefully Cobs would fix him.. and not throw him away.

Cobs let out a sigh, snapping MePhone4 violently away from his thoughts. His creator looked up from the clipboard he held, scanning over MePhone4 thoughtfully. Before he took one step towards the robot, and MePhone4's metaphorical heart stopped. The robot gripped at the edge of the bench, as Cobs walked before him. Tall and imposing as he scrutinised MePhone4's form.. Cobs scribbled something down on his paper, before he put that all down beside MePhone4. Resulting in the robot tensing up, as Cobs came way to close to him. MePhone4's gaze locked on Cobs' hands.. he knew what they could do.. he knew from experience.. and he wanted them far away from him as possible.

Cobs straighten up, jolting MePhone4 out of his transfixed eye contact. MePhone4 felt utterly unsure as he gazed at Cobs. The corn man loomed over him, reaching out for the robot. MePhone4 flinched, as Cobs grabbed his right arm roughly. Stretching out the limb, his hand running along it... Cobs had his thinking face on as he inspected the damaged arm. MePhone4 could feel that pit in his systems spark up again, at the thought of admitting what happened to him.

Cobs grumbled under his breath, his eyes flickering up to analyse the cracks that mutilated MePhone4's face. The CEO narrowed his eyes, clearly not liking what he saw. But MePhone4 couldn't help it, he wouldn't have the scars on his screen if it weren't for Cobs...

"You'll need a new screen.. you look absolutely hideous," Cobs sighed, running his hand across his face tiredly.

MePhone4 forced himself to stay quiet, he couldn't risk huffing out a retort that'll annoy Cobs. As that risked for more pain to be inflicted upon MePhone4.. as well as the guarantee that his scars won't be fixed. 

"Then I suppose with your internals exposed, I can get a good look in what needs repairing.." Cobs muttered.. mostly to himself, he always was a verbal thinker, "hmm- although- it would also serve prime time to install the updated tracker I've built for you..."

The corn man chuckled to himself at the idea, MePhone4 was already tense, but the apprehension grew. "I-is that really necessary?" MePhone4 stuttered, the throbbing pain across his body coming back with a vengeance.