art trade with my babbu danshov
YOU ARE NOW ON A HOT DATE WITH VICTOR Y/Y
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latte this is the best thing EVER omgggg
ADORABLE
Oh, and Victor/Six. :3c
When Six was told she was going to see “satisfactory results” from the Think Tank, she didn’t quite expect the near-human result in front of her. She’d asked for a suitable android body for her Securitron friend, but this— this was something else. Victor, now looking very much like a flesh and blood human, stood in the Sink’s doorway, fidgeting with his bandana.
“Holy shit,” said Six. “My compliments to Dr. Dala.”
“Is that the lady ‘bot in there?” asked Victor, finally finding a satisfactory placement for his bandana. He smoothed it out and let his hands fall to his sides.
“Yeah, that’s her.”
“She was… really int’a lookin’ at all the details. Bits n’ pieces an’ all that.” Victor glanced uncomfortably over his shoulder.
Six bit her lip to keep herself from laughing. She moved to the fridge next to the bio station to retrieve some water. “So you got the Dala treatment in the middle of all that, did you?”
He nodded. “Though she kept talkin’ about someone she called ‘er ‘Teddy bear.’ No idea what that meant.”
She almost spat the water out of her mouth. “Oh! Uh. Don’t pay any attention to that. She’s a great doctor and all, but 200 years makes a couple people loopy, y’know?”
Victor eyed her curiously, then smirked. “All right, consider it dropped.”
“Don’t you give me that look.”
“What look?”
Six sighed. “Come on, the room’s back through here.”
Victor laughed. “Not even ten minutes with this new getup, and already you’re plannin’ somethin’ for me?”
The courier raised an eyebrow. “Are you telling me you don’t want to experience all the new sensations that come with having skin?”
“Well… no, that’s not what I meant—”
Six tugged on the front of his bandana, bringing his face closer to hers. “Then let’s see just how well the doc did, huh?”
Yes Man/The Great Khans.
((I had to think about this one for a second!))
“So they’re really all gone?”
“Mhm. You don’t remember them at the dam?”
Yes Man scanned the expanse of Red Rock before letting out a conclusive, “Huh!”
“What?” Six gave him a strange look, lifting her goggles from her eyes to rest on the fabric of her bandana.
“I just think it’s kind of nice here, now that they’re not crawling all over the place! You don’t see rocks that red anywhere else!” He gesticulated with his claws, making a few sweeping motions at the high canyon walls.
“They’re out of our hair now, but at least they did some good in the end. Not that it makes up for the other shit they got away with, but hey.” Six crossed her arms and fell silent for a few moments. “I don’t think you ever really told me why you hated them so much. I mean, I didn’t like ‘em either - it’s hard to be sympathetic to someone who helped put you in the ground - but… what’s your story with them? Was it just another bit with Benny?”
Yes Man picked up a small chip of dark red stone from the ground in front of him, then turned it over a few times to examine it. “Mostly! He was pretty influential on who I liked or didn’t like! But when Benny had all of his plans to attack you and the other couriers, he asked the Great Khans to help him out. They weren’t very nice to me, though.”
“Yeah, can’t imagine they would be. What did they do to you?”
Yes Man paused, recalling the sharp tingling sensation the plasma pistol had left in his hull. The shot made Benny very angry at the time, but not for Yes Man’s personal safety. He didn’t want them to damage his “key to the plan,” and that was all. Not that the single shot had damaged anything major— all it left was a scorch mark and a slightly melted top layer of titanium. He did distinctly remember the sneers and jokes about “dumb robots” that the two had made, however, and his grip on the stone tightened.
“Don’t worry about it!” Yes Man finally said. “It’s not important. We should get to looking for any of those extra supplies you were talking about! No sense in letting them go to waste!”
“Yeah, s’pose so. Let’s get to it, buddy.” Six affectionately patted his arm and headed up the hill to the longhouse.
Yes Man wheeled after her, but not before he took the red chip in his hand and crushed it into a fine powder.
“Silver Friend” - F:NV
time for some more writing! this is a bit sadder than what I usually put out, and ouch, my feels. I might make an optional, sort of non-“canon” ending that’s happier later, but for now? enjoy. or cry, whichever you want.
Six and Yes Man have a little talk, and it doesn’t end the way he wishes it would.
