A long one just for you.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

[INITIAL]: [INITIAL]- 0X0010010

[COMPLETE]
"ABSOLUTE SOLVER" ACTIVATED
"HUMAN FORM" DESACTIVATED

PLEASE WAIT...

[LOADED!]

[[INITIAL]- 0X0010010 ACTIVATING...]
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Ugh..." You groaned. You felt like kids teamed up on you to beat the living drone out of you.  The only thing you realized is the fact Karl is literally carrying you as if you were a sack of potato, not to mention, his jacket was draped over you like some type of blanket.

"[NAME]? Ah, good thing you're still activated! I wouldn't want you dying on me now, hm?" Karl said in a rather... happy tone. But you didn't pay any minds to it.

"Eh, either way, what happened? Did we win? Why do I have your jacket on me again?" You answer, your screen showing a confused look.

"You can't make contact with the sun, remember!" He answered back. "Oh yeah..." You murmured.

"So.... Can I walk now?"

"Not yet, I find it fun to hold you like this.

"... Can you atleast pass me a can of oil?" Karl hummed at the request and reached for your pockets, pulling out oil as asked. He sometimes asks himself how you managed to store everything... You don't even have pockets, so that leaves him confused. While you were happily sipping on oil, you both heard some clanking noises coming from a nearby vent. Karl started snapping his finger.

"Why, if isn't that a waltz beat. I miss playing violin so much..." Karl complained.

"Speaking of violins, is it possible that you can teach me how to play?" You looked up at Karl.

"Hm, of course I can! And I will, so don't worry!" He exclaimed. He then looked up, humming a song, not paying attention to his surroundings.

"Ouch! 'Ey!" A new voice complained. "Look where yeh stepping, lads!" You both looked down to see a... head? But that person wasn't human, that's for sure.

"Another drone?"

"The name's spoiler. I lost me body in a fight." 'Spoiler' explained. Karl finally sets you down, patting your back before picking up Spoiler.

"My, my, how tragic, being dimished to a talking head. I'd hate to have such a fate!" He mockingly said, "Tell me, who's the wicked creature who did that to you?" Asked Karl.

"Heck if I know th' lil' lad's name. Et's a lil' dirty boy with a big... broom or something like that." Spoiler described.

"So a kid? Jeez, how some kids these days can be smart... But... they could be aware of something... Right?" You questioned. Spoiler's  eyes widened, already forgetting you were there.

"Aye, you got a point, lad! Can ye believe he attacked me behind meh own back?" He began ranting, "Yeh have no idea how much pondered ovah dis! He's on't something."

"Fascinating. Thank you for the information." He thanked. "Finally, a competitor who knows what's going on..." He murmured.

"Oi, have both of yew seen me brother? I don't seen him since—" Spoiler couldn't finished his question as Karl already had dropped him.

"If he knows where the business guy is, That would save us lots of time!"

"So, that means the lil human ain't far?" Karl nodded at your question. Karl looks at Arma.

"Hmm? The wall? What's with..." He stares at a wall, which had some type of mark that looks like a broom? Flower? You didn't know what was that supposed to be. "Oh... you think so?"

"I swear I never saw a graffiti on them buildings..."

"I could say the same, [NAME]..." He reached out for the graffiti, tracing his finger on it.
______________________________________

"Serh gut, what are we waiting for?" Benzene asked Steffi.

"Let's build the utmost anti-psycho battle mech!" Exclamed Steffi. "Just don't forget to put some security belts this time..." Reminded the ginger.

"Are you kidding? If Kiwibot had a security belt I'd be checking the grass from underneath right now!"

"I...I'll just organize the tools..." a purple haired woman whispered.

"Steffi, we must focus on defense. Have you realized that..." Steffi saw a shadow lurking in the alleyways. And with no hesitation, she ran towards the potential threat and pinned them to the ground.

"Wot the bloody 'ell do ye fink y're doing?! Let me go you tosser!" A kid around their aged yelled. This one had dark brown hair with a brown suit and shorts.

"Oh. I thought you were... Someone else."

"Yeah, roight. Now could you take your metal knee orf my kidney?" Steffi did as asked, getting off the new face. One they were standing, the brown kid dusted themself off.

"Are you a competitor?" Asked Benzene.

"Perhaps. Are YOU competitors?" He asked back.

"No, we're not part of the competition anymore. We're here for... With bigger objectives in mind." Benzene answered.

"Bigger objectives?" Repeated the other, putting back and adjusting their tall hat, "I see no objectives in bloody tourneys but killing yerselves."

"So, why are you part of one, then?" Asked Steffi.

"Because 'at's my 'ome, y'see? This city. I 'ave no option but fightin' fer it."

Purple joined the conversation. "Why don't you leave taitle and move to a safer place? Couldn't your parents afford the travel?"

"Parents? I 'ave no parents." Casually said Brown kid. That immediately shut Purple up.
______________________________________

"Alright we might have a problem, Resin Boy. We can't approach the stinky looking kid because of our old friends..." Your screen showed a bored expression. You were inside of  one of the buildings, casually stalking the group of kids. Karl sighs and rests on a wall.
"I can't fight them, it would waste too much energy..." He complained before humming.
______________________________________

"Oi, 'ave you guys got somefing t' eat?" Asked Brown kid.

"Eat? Uhm no, why?" Answered Benzene. Steffi was adding upgrades to one of their machines.

"Sum' bloke wif aids took off wif all my savings an' now I'm 'aving to start over from the scratch." Purple joined in again.

"Considering it's my responsibility to keep your health and daily nutrition intake in order, I should go get some supplies from the hospital." Steffi looked up at Purple.

"Can you take some oil too? Some robot person took it and won't give it back!" The pinkette huffed.

"Will do!"

"Alright. We'll wait for you here."  Benzene calmly spoke out. Purple turned around, going to the hospital, feeling bad for the orphan.

"Oi, will you guys actually 'elp me?"

"Why not?"

"Feh, I dunno, because we're goin' straight forward t' certain chaos where's each man fer 'imself? 'At's wozzit tourneys are all about." Brown kid explained.

"What's your problem with tournaments? They're made to be fun!" Steffi declared, raising one of her eyebrows.

"FUN?! Now listen 'ere, ye 'aven't seen wot I 'ave! I was in one of these before. More like dragged in, as a matter of fact. An' if y'know 'ow 'at all turned up in th' end, y'd never step int'a fightin' tourney fing willingly!"

"So," Benzene started, "I'll take a shot in the dark and guess your wish is to be far from tournaments..."

"In a way of speakin', yes." Brown kid answered, not noticing Arma. Although, Steffi was the only one to notice.

"I... that reminds me I forgot something in the hospital. If I hurry up, I can cath the employee girl on the way." Steffi excused.

"But now? And that's now her name, you know..." the ginger muttered.

"It's very important!"

"Do you want me to go with you? Last time we separated it didn't—"

"I'll be back before you even notice! Now stop acting like my dad!" Steffi huffed.

"As long as you stop acting like a little brat." Benzene smirked.

"I'm not!" Steffi defended herself. "I'll see you in a minute."

'You are still injured from the wound... I can't let you get involved yet... And now there's that boy... I said we would team-up, but...'

Steffi looked ahead, with a now determined expression.

'This fight is mine! And I won't loose the opportunity!'

Arma flew in a staircase, Steffi following closely. She led her to a door, the two of you behind it the whole time. The second Steffi entered the door, you got out off the room and closed it.

"You shouldn't be so vengeful..." Instructed Karl.

"'It'll destroy you from within.'" You and Karl said at the said time. You both looked at each other for a second. You immediately pointed finger guns at him.

"JINX! HAHA! GET JINXED, RESIN BOY!" You did a little victory dance. You stared at the now confused Karl. "That means you can't talk until I say your name multiple times, by the way." Karl nodded, understanding it. Meanwhile, Steffi realized she was locked inside, Arma flying out of a window.

"What?" Steffi whispered to herself. She then growled in frustration, "These cowards! I can't believe I fell into such a cheap trick..." she then smirked, preparing her prostitute leg. "...But if they think a door will stop me, they better think twice!"

She kicked the door open, the said door crashing into a nearby wall. Unfortunately for her, the metal leg fell.

"ACH, stupid fragile steampunk pieces!"
______________________________________

The two kids who were waiting for Steffi heard the crash.

"Meh, why do I still believe she won't do anything stupid?" Benzene questioned himself. He decided to go check on her, already going on his way.

"Oi, where are ye goin'?"

"I'll go after Steffi. Stay here, the lady in vlye you saw before will be back soon with the supplies." He recommended.

Then Chimbley was left alone, with an akward atmosphere...

And an incoming double trouble duo.
______________________________________

"Will... A-are we going to fight, mister Jack?" Asked a specific mannequin.

"... I... Hope not, Climber... I'll give my best to avoid any fight... Besides... That's not part of the task... We're on a rescue mission, actually..." Mister Jack answered. He and Climber were on a headless broken dragon from the amusement park, seemingly searching for a specific someone.

"So we're... we're trying to help him?"

".... If you want to see it that way... But I doubt he wants that..."

"I don't know why we should do that. He hates us." Climber couldn't trust Karl that much.

"... Don't take that... too personal... He hates everything... haha..." Mr.Jack laughed at himself.

"Why do people hate, after all? Can't they forget or something?" Climber rose an eyebrow.

"It's...not so easy... There are feelings that... The more you try to resist or struggle... The more stronger it gets... And, as  the time passes, You realize...It's all you have... You've lost everything but the feelings... And then...

... You have no choice but to rely on it..."  Jackie looked down, having... an expression on his face... But it wasn't a positive one...

"Uh, m-mister Jack?"

"... Desculp... I mean, sorry... I became... Slightly reflective. Haha... But that, Climber... Is also the reason we should help him... Instead of fighting... For he simply has no choice at the moment... Do you understand?..."

Climber's eyes widened, as if something was bothering him. "Y-yes... I guess I do."