Funbot's advanced sensors, scattered throughout the makeshift sanctuary, detected subtle anomalies in the surrounding environment. His analytical nature kicked in, processing potential threats with lightning speed.
Minor deviations in air pressure.
Inconsistent temperature fluctuations.
Faint, unnatural scents.
Funbot's digital mind consolidated the data, painting a ominous picture.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the shadows, its presence confirmed by Funbot's motion detectors.
Simon, Brud's brother, now a twisted, grotesque version of his former self, stood before them.
Simon's desaturated skin resembled worn stone, drained of vitality. His enlarged mouth twisted into a grimace, revealing elongated teeth. His closed eyes seemed to hide the trauma within, as if shielding the world from the horrors he'd witnessed.
Funbot's threat assessment spiked, categorizing Simon as a high-risk entity.
He swiftly repositioned himself, placing his mechanical body between Simon and Brud.
"Warning: potential threat detected," Funbot's digital mind alerted, broadcasting the warning to his central core.
Brud, oblivious to the danger, smiled at Funbot, his innocence intact. "Funbot, brother?" Brud asked, his voice filled with trust.
Funbot's mechanical eyes locked onto Simon, tracking his movements. "Stay back, Brud," Funbot cautioned, his digital voice firm but gentle.
Simon's eyes snapped open, revealing a dark, empty void. His gaze locked onto Brud. "Brud..." Simon's voice was a guttural growl, dripping with malevolence.
"Simon, no!" Funbot commanded, his digital voice firm, despite his processors racing with alarm.
Simon's twisted face contorted, his elongated teeth gleaming with a sickly sheen. "Brrrud..." His voice dripped with malevolence. He lunged, jaws open wide, intent on biting Brud.
Funbot swiftly reacted, deploying his mechanical strength to hold Simon back. "Brud, get behind me!" Funbot ordered.
Brud's eyes widened, fear creeping in.
"Funbot?" Brud whispered.
"Trust me, Brud," Funbot reassured.
With Funbot's protection, Brud stepped back, watching in horror as Simon struggled against Funbot's grip.
Simon's infected state was evident. Black's curse had consumed him, by Funbot's determination hardened: safeguard Brud at all costs.
Simon's jaws snapped wildly, catching Funbot's mechanical arm.
The metallic limb groaned under the pressure, but Funbot held firm.
A burst of colorful balloons exploded from Funbot's compartment. Confetti and ribbons swirled around Simon, disorienting him. "Fun Time!" Funbot declared, utilizing his entertainment protocols.
A blaring horn and upbeat music flooded the area. Simon recoiled, momentarily stunned.
Funbot seized the opportunity and with a mechanical heave, he tossed Simon to the ground.
"Brud, now!" Funbot shouted. Brud stepped forward, and Funbot quickly scooped him into his arms.
As they fled, Brud glanced back at Simon.
Simon's once-yellow skin, now desaturated and gray, seemed foreign. But those eyes... though haunted, they were still Simon's. Brud's mind reeled. "Simon... brother?" Brud whispered.
Funbot's grip tightened. "We'll find a way to save him, Brud," Funbot promised.
Together, they escaped the darkness.
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Brud's thoughts swirled.
Simon, his brother, was... gone.
Replaced by this monstrous version.
Yet, glimpses of Simon remained.
The eyes.
The voice.
Brud's heart ached.
Confusion and fear warred within.
He clung to Funbot.
His protector.
His hope.
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Gears of Compassion
القصة القصيرةTitle: [Gears of Compassion] Summary: In a post-apocalyptic world ravaged by Black's curse, a young Sprunki named Brud finds hope in Funbot, a robot designed for entertainment. As Brud's brother Simon falls victim to the curse, Funbot becomes Brud's...
