Goretober 2024

14~Mechanical~

TW: blood, uncomfy imagery
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Franky had been working on his body for years now, slowly improving and upgrading it so that it may work at full capacity - depending on the resources he had at the time. At one point, he must have made an error, because he was supposed to be waterproof, and that was pretty much common knowledge. After all, he wasn't just some flimsy, fragile machine, but a full-on cyborg capable of things you wouldn't even believe, and yet, it came down to water...

It was just another day in Water 7, the place where brilliant and beautiful craftsmanship was brought to life that no other place in the world came even close to rivaling.

Franky was walking the streets and being a general nuisance as he was known to be, but then, an angry resident, none the wiser, threw a cup of water at him when he interrupted the guy's rather bland date - the poor lady looked to be falling asleep in her chair.

The cyborg expected nothing of it, and was itching to retaliate physically or with bruising words. That is, until a shock jolted his entire body to attention. It felt like a really painful hiccup, but then it happened again and again. His chest was starting to burn from where the water made contact, and it forced Franky into action.

Immediately fleeing the scene to somewhere more private, Franky was anxious to see what the problem was. His assaulter and the date watched with mild confusion, but no one would want to interact with Franky beyond what was forced of them, so no one witness to this paid him any mind. Irritated looks even followed him, as just the sight of him was enough to ruin people's days.

Meanwhile, the burn was digging deeper and spreading further. Steam puffed out the half-man's mouth consistently, like the smoke from a train's chimney, as he rushed down the street. Coming to an alleyway, feeling cliche for it, Franky slipped in and slumped against the wall. 

His breathing was heavy and pain-ridden. Aside from the shocks that were steadily getting stronger, his joints were freezing up and stuttering in movement. His whole mechanical body was breaking down on him in the span of seconds.

"Unbelievable. This can't be happening," muttered Franky under his breath frustratingly. 

The cyborg dug his fingers into the panel of his chest and unceremoniously tore it off, dropping it to the side with little care. Water had leaked in close to his major organs, but thankfully stuck to the outskirts of his body's most robotic parts, but that did mean many connecting wires had been screwed up. 

Smoke blew up into Franky's face, and he waved it away while controlling his slight coughing fit. Sizzling was now unmistakable, and with everything exposed, nothing was left to the imagination. In fact, it was a rather gruesome sight that would've been far more disturbing had Franky not been somewhat used to the inside of his body over the many changes and repairs. Although, with the mess it was in now, it wasn't too pleasant, even for him.

Smaller wires were blackened and slowly twisting themselves into mangled coils, and where machine met man, irritated flesh was bleeding out, and that warm blood only served to cause more damage. It brought the image to mind of a mini explosion, as red was splattered all over inside, dripping down and pooling in the dips and curves.

Franky inhaled sharply when an undesired jerk of his suffering body dislodged something vital that he could feel move and settle somewhere awkward to reach. He didn't have any tools on hand, and moving around was clearly a terrible idea, so the half-man was hoping his installed communicator could reach his sisters for supplies. They'd have to bring it to him, though.

For an entire hour stuck as he was, trying to relay his location and list the specific tools required for the job, the pain built to an intolerable degree. Franky was squirming and shuddering, the blood drying and causing a horrendous itch on his human bits. It was an absolutely miserable feeling.

When help finally arrived, and the repairs were suffered through like a truly manly-man, that involved no childish whining whatsoever, Franky vowed he would never make such a detrimental mistake with his body ever again.

Yet he did, several more times after, and each more horrid than the last.