Skeletons and Robots (Discontinued due to lack of time)

Chapter 26: Forgotten

     Funny, the ways of fate. A powerful concoction of luck, faith, and a small amount of logic. Fate, the miraculous phenomenon that can determine the difference between life and death, growth and decay. In this particular scenario, fate was the drink in the cups of both a petite, wary robot and a terribly sunburned gun. One sat tiredly atop an old speaker, guzzling down everything she could ingest from an old margarita glass she had found and poured. Her long lime green highlights hung free of the usual ponytail, wrapping around her legs in a useless fray. Stress had taken her once bright eyes, which had both run out of tears to cry. Thank goodness Alphys had built her a water replenishment system, so whatever she drank she could cry. She poured herself another glass of water, tears just beginning to well in her eyes. It was working, the system was working. It made her feel human, crying. She liked human. She liked crying. Crying was her guilty pleasure, she had liked it since she had first tried it. Sure, she might be labeled a crybaby if she continued, but they didn't know how good it felt, how pleasing it was to her. To have emotions, to have moods and relationships; it was all so satisfying. So she let her tears fall.
The other, the scrawny creature made in a test tube, scurried through an old pipe. Gusto in his veins, the proud creature knew he was a hero. From the moment he was created, he had strived to outdo himself. He had convinced the scary skeleton to let him stay with his genetic cloned parents. Then, he had hidden from Papyrus long enough for his own mother to name him. After that, he had resisted fighting lessons with his father, he did not want to fight for anyone. Even later, he had insisted that everyone knew he was going to be a hero, and he advised his parents to let him go if he ever wanted to leave or escape. He knew he was a hero, and he knew he would save the other blasters someday. But now, he needed to save his master. He slinked out of the tube, yawning and shaking out his back legs. His master, Neo, was also going to be a hero. The little blaster knew it with all of his heart, all his soul. He also knew he was destined to help Neo. He saw it in Neo's eyes when they had first met, that endless longing to understand the world had glimmered in his metallic irises. As it had in Jacin's.
    "Jacin, there you are." Nami called weakly, setting down her glass. Her shimmering face was scaled with moisture, but who was Jacin to judge? He curled up into her arms, whining in irritation as his blistered skin scratched her breastplate.
   "Oop, sorry bud. Here, we had better put some aloe on that. Lucky I brought some." She opened her chest compartment and slid her dainty fingers inside, they rummaged around a bit before finally pulling out a small pocket of yellow liquid. She scooped some out and massaged it into the small creature's side, he wheezed calmly in pleasure. Sure, Jacin was destined to be with Neo, but that is hard to say when you love someone else just as much.
   "Heh, I sure could use a little touch up, too. Twinsies." She chuckled, pulling Jacin to her chest. He growled, licking her belly button soul. Fate worked in mysterious ways, as it had saved the two most useless lives out there, one on the brink of death and only a powerless child, the other didn't have much of a life at all. One had run away from the others they loved, while the other, was built to care for and love someone who didn't love her the same. Why, of all people, had they been saved from the storming police men told to fire on sight? Sure, at least one of the bullets would have hit Nami's sensitive artificial soul, and Jacin was not a hard target.
The two had made up reasons in their minds why they had been saved. Why that at the time of the polices entry, Nami was searching for an old blanket to suit Jacin's bed. Why Jacin had stormed inside, and how Nami had accidentally shut the locked door behind him. Jacin clung to the idea that, still, he was destined to be a hero, so he attempted to tunnel out of the hidden attic every single day. As for Nami, she grappled on to the idea that Sans was an evil person trying to reset the world and slowly turning Neo, who he loved, evil with him. She, of course, thought the idea ridiculous, but it was her way of protecting her heart from the truth of Neo sincerely loving Sans more than she. She had felt like the idea was true with all of her heart before, but just a few days ago a blank spot in her memory dismissed the thought. Like someone had erased a memory....
    Nami cried out, sending Jacin skyrocketing upward.
    "Neo! Agh, God dammit, I forgot to check his readings! He could be dead, and I wouldn't have known! I got all caught up in myself, and now we are locked in an attic with a steel door and absolutely no way out! This is what I get for not being a better companion. Jacin, I had better check right now!" Frantically, the girl searched her mainframe in vain for the communication port. Jacin curled up on her shoulder, sheer annoyance crossing his face. A low, grainy static sound completed the room, the speakers on Nami's nose bridge obviously worked very well.
"Hello? Neo, are you reading me? Are you okay? What happened? I was so caught up in my own business I forgot to call!" Nami blurted, attempting to calm herself by stroking Jacin all too harshly. Silence from the receiver built up tension very well, and Nami grew doubtful.
"Neo?"
"I-Nami, the signal-bad-hear you." The receiver grunted hastily, Neo's voice barley recognizable though the static. Jacin sprang upwards, whining in pleasure.
"How did it break?! The receiver was planted in your....soul..." Nami squealed, practically choking Jacin as she pulled him close.
"Undyne..spear....heh, I guess we all-stabbed...Hey, who-ing-to?!" His explanation was cut off by a faint call. Nami put a hand to her mouth.
"Oh, no one." Neo's voice crackled through the receiver, his cool voice practically dismissing there was even a threat to begin with.
"Oh, sure. Wait-officer hears about-!" The other voice cackled, the ambiance of chains battling each other was not making the mood any better.
"Bye Nami." Neo croaked weakly before the receiver went dead, and the room was solemn once again. Nami gulped, her glossy eyes flashed red.
"Jacin, he is in prison. I scanned his location, and he is in prison. We have to rescue him, they will erase his chip for his crimes!" She whined, tears beginning to form on her cheeks. Jacin growled at the door, as if to show it what it had done. Even tears couldn't make Nami feel better now.
Deciding to stop crying, Nami glanced glumly at the attic wall.
"I know what I have to do, but God, I just don't want to do it. I am even talking to myself, as if I could go insane at this point. Jacin, I am not insane, right?" The small blaster rolled his eyes.
"You are right. Jacin, I think this might be our best bet if I give you some of my charge. Then, with that charge, you can use your first blast to burn through the wall. Once you get outside, find Sans' fortress and give him the message I will give you. It is a pre-recorded flash drive, I made it yesterday." She eyed him woozily and pulled a flash drive out of her chest pocket. As she tied the flash drive to Jacin's collar, she muttered, "I can't believe I am putting my trust in a gun. Now, Jacin, I can't go with you because once you leave, it may take practically a month for you to even get there, let alone come back for me. In that time, I will be out of battery, so I can't come with you. The journey would be too long. Here." She reached down into her chest pocket and brought out a jumper cable, nimbly attaching it to Jacin's one good horn. He jolted up, his eyes sparking a dangerous blue. He glanced back at Nami one long instant, as if to say farewell. She grinned back at him weakly, swishing her fingers like she was shooing him away. Then, he opened his mouth and fired his first mighty blast, which tore through the wall like a knife through cake. He was pressed backwards in shock, probably a little freaked out by his newfound power. He planted his hooves, took in another breath, and jumped out into the world through the pipe. Nami glanced at the hole longingly, only to be taunted by it's small size. If she could have enlarged it, she would. Instead, she tilted her head back and clicked her system off.