Wren was in the dense forest, growling.
"GET OFF, GET IT OFF OF ME!!"
She was pulling at it, struggling, but she couldn't get it off. She was sobbing between snarls, when she heard thick footsteps coming closer... And closer.. She turned, her face streaked with tears and strained by a muzzle, only to see an unimpressed automation. They looked confused, glancing the trembling form before them up and down.
"STUPID FLESHLING. ARE YOU STUCK IN THAT RESTRAINT?"
Wren growled at the name, but it was better than being called a pet. She slowly nodded, and their emotionless expression turned to one of annoyance. They seemed a bit rusted, but mostly in good shape. They approached her, raising their hands, and she flinched. They slowly retracted them, and huffed impatiently.
"I CANNOT HELP YOU IF YOU DON'T LOOK AT ME."
She whined, slowly looking back at the robot, as their metal hands traversed to the back of her head. They fumbled with the lock a bit, muttering curses under their breath, but eventually..
Click.
It was off. She began to move her jaw, and she looked back at the robot. They were studying the muzzle, and glared at her.
"FLESHBAG, THIS TYPE OF RESTRAINT IS USED BY CANINE OWNERS. ARE YOU A DOG?"
She slowly shook her head, holding her arms. He glanced at her talons, and began to eye that, too.
"MY OBSERVATION STATES THAT YOU AREN'T A COMPLETE HUMAN. WAS THE MUZZLE JUSTIFIED?"
She groaned, shaking her head.
"No! I'm not a monster! He just... Thinks I am! It's not my fault that I hate him!"
The automotive widened their eyes in surprise, and held out a hand, the muzzle in his palm.
"THEN THIS BELONGS TO SOMEONE ELSE, CORRECT?"
She nodded, and they tossed it over their shoulder. She looked around, and found a familiar path.
"Do you... Wanna come with me? To my place here?"
They hummed in contemplation, the gears whirring quietly. They nodded, and held out a hand once again.
"MY FACTORY LABEL IS WX-78. WHAT IS YOURS, FLESHLING?"
She thought for a moment, firmly grabbing his hand. She shook it, smiling.
"I'm Wren. It's.. It's nice to meet you. Thank you for helping me."
The automation smirked, and they cocked their head.
"SO FLESHLING, WHERE DO YOU LIVE?"
She pointed at a path, and began to follow it. Wx wasn't far behind, as the began the trek back to her base..
(A/N: SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!!! Writers block kicked my ass :'D)))
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