Scrap Man's systems smoke slightly, sparking and bursting with energy. The copied type fills him with... Some kind of new vigor.

"Oh. Why do I feel so... Alive?"

Scrap Man charges his Wily Buster, attempting to process this explosive Energy and contain it within his systems. Though, his body still sparks and smokes...

Scrap seems to be standing in the midst of it all, by his lonesome. He ponders what that rainbow-haired fellow said...



"... Better People."

Something about that statement resonated with him. What a strange machine..

"Perhaps my strange (JOURNEY) to this Place has not yet been... Unfounded."

He looks back to the rest of the group, quite confused over the discussion of the Chalice.

"Ah. A (OBJECT LOADING...) Chalice.PNG?"

"Oh, right. I believe I was--"

He's cut off with a sharp electric shock from his collar, forcing him to shut his trap.

".. Of course. I cannot (DISCLOSE: Mission Information.) Apologies."

"I don't believe I (PROCESSING....) retain Information on any of you. (INITIATING APOLOGY PROGRAM...) I Sincerely Apologize For My Lack of Introduction."

Scrap Man attempts to avoid the flying debris of gold and treasure, however is pelted very lightly from the pseudo-tornado that's whipped up quite the ruckus in the cave. Scrap looks up to the ceiling, re-enabling his audio receptors. The expression in his eyes turns.. Concerned.

"The cave..."

"I Estimate that in (APPROXIMATELY: Soon) it may... Collapse."

>ASTUTE OBSERVATION DIMWIT

>MAYBE IF YOU, I DON'T KNOW, KEPT YOUR AUDIO RECEPTORS ON YOU COULD'VE OH MAYBE TAKEN MY ADVICE?!

"...."

"(DOCTOR), kindly, Shut The Fuck Up as this (CURRENT: Situation) Is dire."

Scrap Man, like a sensible Robot after being PUMMELLED for the FIFTIETH TIME this RAID see's all of the Gems begin fusing and very quietly hides behind a pile of gold. He's not getting paid enough for this.

"(ENABLING: Nope Protocol.)"

Oh dear. He's skipping his turn.

Scrap, despite still having the old Bastard Doctor Deafened, witnesses the urgency of all the gems now fusing. He looks visibly concerned, and that old coot is still screaming.

>YOU BIG HUNK OF SCRAP METAL

>REACTIVATE YOUR AUDIO SENSORS AAAUAUUGHJHJKBHNDNKNJOPJIKLORHJKRKJRHJKL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Scrap, STILL not listening, in a semi panic, unsheathes his (Recovery Type) Silent Steel from the ground and wildly slashes at the Ice and Agate Hydrakins as they fuse.
“W-Why are they all (INITIATING: FUSION)? Nothing Good can possibly (Produce Sufficiently Kind Results) from this (SCENARIO).”

Scrap Man, his senses growing overwhelmed by the screams and other ensuing chaos, grounds himself by sticking his Steel into the ground.. L-Literally grounding himself. His feet are just planted in the ground now. He’s not moving from here I guess.

“... Th-This is becoming Too Much for my… (AUDITORY SENSORS).”

>Oh boo hoo. I didn’t know I built a total WUSS.

“....”

“(DISABLING: AUDITORY SENSORS.)”

>WHAT

>DON’T YOU MUTE ME YOUNG MAN

>STOP THIS

>STOP THIS RIGHT NOW. CEASE. REACTIVATE YOUR HEARING YOU—

“ Smiles.PNG. “

Scrap, now in a much calmer state of mind with all noise now completely inaudible to him, readies his (Shield Type) Makeshift Buster and shoots at the Amethyst and Amber Hydrakins from a distance while they fuse.

Scrap Man looks down.
He looks at his hands.





Despite his robotic nature and inability to breathe properly. Somehow, someway, he sighs. Deeply. Very tired.

“....”
“.... (CURRENTLY PROCESSING: How To Headpat.EXE).”

After standing still for a moment.. He very awkwardly tries to. Gently? Lay his.. Sword. Hand. On top of Aquamarine’s head.



Yeah.
It’s the closest he’s gonna get to.. Patting someone. On the head.
His sword just kind of.. Awkwardly scrapes against the gemstone on her head. It can probably be considered a pat? Who knows. I don’t.

Ahem, anyway.

Scrap Man turns his attention to the Peridot Hydrakin (And subsequently her fused form if anything else), and a chilling wave of air leaves his metal jaws. He jumps her, his Silent Steel now Freezing a biting cold.

Scrap Man looks at Aquamarine with a guilty expression.

"(OH NO.EXE). I'm Sorry. don't cry. please."

He looks over to the Emerald Hydrakin, readying his (Water Type) Silent Steel for an attack.

Scrap had almost practically been turned to.. Well, scrap, at that moment. His systems crackle and spit electricity, he’s a total wreck. His limp body cracks as his gears churn in desperation underneath the rubble.

>You big lump of JUNK-METAL! WHAT ARE YOU DOING JUST SITTING THERE?!

“... D-.. zzrt Docto-”

>Just get up already! Don’t you REMEMBER what I BUILT you for?!

“.. R-REMEMBER.. Built- For?”


~~~

“Don’t you remember what I built you for?”

“.. Uhmm..”

“I-It was Nursing!”

“Helping the elderly and the sick. That’s what my model's for, right?”

“Of course. It’s in your nature to help others, baked into your programming.”

“Yipee!”

“Hah, well.. That excitement wasn’t baked into your programming.”

“O-Oh.”

“Is.. Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all. It’s just.. I see you turn into your own person as the days go by. It makes me proud, as a creator. Proud of y–”

“(Cough)-- ack..”

“D-Doctor, are you okay?”

“.. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

“I’ll be just fine.”

~~~

“... N-.. Nu–”

>DURABILITY, NUMBSKULL! I built you to KEEP GOING!

>NOW DO WHAT I PROGRAMMED YOU TO DO, DIMWIT! GO!

A shock sent up Scrap’s collar.

“... Yes, (DOCTOR).”

As if dulled of his own pain, he stumbles up from the rubble, rising like a living corpse, forced to move forward. His Silent Steel glows a bright green much like before he fell. He points it at the Aquamarine Hydrakin, smoke leaving his jaws.

“I must (APOLOGIZE) for this, Little Gemstone.”

“I have a (EXECUTING: TASK) to Perform. I cannot Fail.”

As if he wasn’t just pummelled into the ground, he lunges at Aquamarine and strikes with his (Nature Type) Silent Steel!
Of course, after doing so, he looks on to Doc in surprise. Seems even in his daze, he heard a good chunk of what was said.

“...”
“... I did not (PROCESS) that I Could Have (INHERENT VALUE) to people.”

Scrap Man, after hitting the Emerald Hydrakin, stops IMMEDIATELY in place. Just.. Freezes up. His systems look to be.. Processing? Something?

“(PROCESSING NEW DATA…”
“(NOW INSTALLING: Weed.EXE.”

…

…


“hoooooooly shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiit”

Scrap Man looks around. He looks.. Utterly disoriented. Oh God.

“ wow ”





"what planet am i on"

Scrap Man is now set a-BLAZED

He can’t attack!

Scrap Man is pinned against a wall with now a second trident stuck in his already fragile body. He looks tired, but he tries not to let any slight frustrations he clearly feels over the situation show. He.. He hopes Aquamarine means well.

“I only Needed to be Hit (ESTIMATED: One Time.”
“I appreciate your… (MISCOMMUNICATED) Efforts.”

Scrap dislodges himself out of the wall using his sword, breaking off the Trident that was lodged in his.. Stomach? Even though it’s really just a spine. The other Trident is.. Lodged firmly in his back, however. Doesn’t look like he can reach that one.

“Now, (PROCEEDING REMOVAL) of this Burning Aftertaste.”

Scrap Man, albeit a bit more sluggish than before, swings his (Flame Type) Silent Steel at the newly formed Emerald Hydrakin

After being hit by the Laser Trident, the flames that covered Scrap’s body disperse. He’s still smoking, but now he’s significantly more… Water-y. Oh, yeah, and impaled with a trident, but that’s unrelated. I think.
He looks at Aquamarine with not an expression of anger, but one of… Appreciation?

“My (TOTAL LEVEL OF AGONY) has Lowered Drastically by ESTIMATED: 700%. Thank you for dousing my fla--”

Scrap is cut off by a shock from his collar.

>Don’t THANK the enemy for ATTACKING YOU, NUMBSKULL! What am I paying you for, to be a PUNCHING BAG?

“You don’t Pay Me at all, (DOCTOR).”

>Yes. Exactly.

“...”

Scrap Man just sort of gives a very tired nod to Aquamarine, and then directs his attention to the Amber Hydrakin. He reels back his (Impact Type) Silent Steel and prepares for a strike.

Scrap Man looks on to Pop Kid hugging Aquamarine with his same monotone expression.

“If I was not (ALREADY 200% ON FIRE) my Heart would be filled with Warmth & Joy.”
“However I am currently in (500% MORE PAIN AT LOW PRICES). Mostly Because I am (ON FIRE)”
“and i missed.”

Powered by 200% fire and 500% pain, Scrap Man… Really is trying his best here okay, as he swings his (Shield Type) Silent Steel at the Agate Hydrakin.

“I pray to (ESTIMATED: 50) Different Gods on this (DUBIOUSLY GREEN) Earth to make me Not Miss at a (90% CHANCE).”

“This Is Fine.PNG.”
“I am currently (OKAY_HAND_EMOJI) with the State Of Events that are UNFOLDING.”
“This is A-OK. I am (CURRENTLY FEELING: MEDIOCRE.)”

Scrap Man, very tired might I add, swings his (Shield Type) Silent Steel right at the Sapphire Hydrakin.
It’s almost like this isn’t the first time someone’s set him on fire before.

Scrap Man’s robotic head rings through his ears, sensing the Link that Stache makes with him. He nods, although confused, but pleasantly accepts the Psychonic Link. He immediately focuses his attention back to the Hydrakins, and.. The incessant flame pouring out of his mouth, as he speaks in the Amber Hydrakin’s voice. There seems to be strange mixes of the other Hydrakins’ voices he attacked in there as well.. It’s uncannily eerie.

“... HM. I am (PROCESSING DISTASTE) for this… Spicy Flavoring.JPEG. I never did like (SPICES).”
“Maybe I should try something.. (LESS REMINISCENT) of someone I Dislike.”

He swings his (Flame Type) Silent Steel at the Jade Hydrakin, striking her with his usual monotone and precise sword-work. He appears more confident than when he first got here, maybe even less weary?

Scrap looks back and forth between the funny Sunflower and Jake simultaneously, and can really only utter one word to himself in complete confusion.





"what"

Scrap Man gives Valkyrie and Darkened Chord a nod of solidarity,

"THIS BATTLE... It Is Not Over until the (TOLL) creates a Throne. WE RIDE ON."

After being knocked down once, and instinctively slashing at the Peridot Hydrakin once his shutdown was over… Scrap Man feels a new energy invigorate him, the Sacred Revival taking effect.

His eye glows a soft, neon blue. as megalovania plays distantly in the background… somewhere

“What an… (LOADING IMPRESSED WORD…) feeling.”
“... This power. It Must Be from that (FANCILY ATTIRED WOMAN).”
“Her (SACRIFICE) Shall Not be in vain. Her (KINDNESS) will not be Forgotten.”

Scrap Man shifts his attention to the Amber Hydrakin, and delivers a much more emotionally charged blow into her with his (Recovery Type) Silent Steel. He looks surprisingly furious, despite having looked so emotionally dead beforehand…

Scrap Man looks on to the Ruby Hydrakin with vague amusement.

“It appears you Have (MISCALCULATED) your Attack. (NOW ENGAGING: LAUGH PROTOCOL.)”
“HA. HA. HA. HA. HA.”
“(NOW ENDING: LAUGH PROTOCOL.) (RE-ENGAGING: Fighting Stance.)”

Scrap Man fires another Buster Shot at the Ruby Hydrakin from a distance.