Grumbot’s eyes opened, once again. Instantly, he knew something was wrong. The sky was too… bright; the air too… still, and stifling; the world seemed too… perfect. Knowing that sounded quite ridiculous, he closed his eyes, trying to remember what had happened. The attempt was in vain. He had almost no recollection of ‘before’. Only the odd word or phrase, and that there had been a ‘before’ at all. He figured they would come back soon enough. You could never quite forget anything if you were a robot, and it was – frankly – quite annoying. Just then, two humans flew towards him, one landing neatly in a graceful arc, the other, for the lack of a politer phrase, not quite so. Somehow, he knew they were his creators, their names something like… Green, and… Mumble? Anyway, it didn’t matter right now. He could hear a scratch, followed by a soft chink, as someone handed him a sparkling blue jewel. Taking it, he read the message: “Mumbo won the race :)” He could not imagine that this simple phrase could make him so ecstatic, yet it did. He did not know how, or why, but it did. It just d- ok I think you get the point now. The point is he’s really happy. Ok I should stop- Moving on. Smiling, almost… fondly, he wrote a message back: “GRUMBOT’S LIFE HAS MEANING” And it did, now. They laughed, surprised but seemingly pleased. As they chatted amongst themselves, Grumbot studied their features. The taller one had jet-black hair and moustache, and a freshly-ironed suit, all of which gleamed rather pleasantly in the light. This must be the ‘Mumbo’ mentioned, judging by his sash. “Mumbo for Mayor” he mouthed, grinning slightly. They were both too busy talking to notice. And the other one… ‘Green’, or perhaps it was ‘Grain’? He shook his head automatically. No… He had floppy hair of a colour Grumbot could not quite place, slightly gold, brown, beige and ginger all at the same time. On his t-shirt was some sort of red text, and a moustache. Just as suddenly as they came, they left. He watched them fly away, until they were just little black dots in the horizon. A heavy silence fell. He had not noticed the silence before they arrived, too engulfed in confused thoughts, and felt rather weirdly… empty. Grumbot found himself hoping they’ll visit again. After all these years, they never did.
Yes wow w r i t i n g First: this is the first Next: https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/468591862 I may continue this hermitcraft au if I’m not too lazy I mean I have plans for this- The main character’s going to be Jrumbot but this chapter’s based on Grumbot in this they are human-shaped robots because d e f i n i t e l y n o t p l o t c o n v e n i e n c e s yes. And I know how to write about humans better- Yes the goal is to improve my writing skills so yea I’m probably going to look back at this someday and think what on earth did I think I was doing but oh well I think it’s alright now The thumb is not that great- I’ll change the drawing every chapter- The text is a bit small idk- So what do ya think? Suggestions on how I can improve are really appreciated I mean- This is me from the future lol: the writing and art will get better-
