I'm finally posting thsese foru btos. Is 11:27 at the time of typing this, I'm listening to a gym playlist and the first song is sped up party in the USA, I'm trying to not die laughing, holy shit.

Oh boy i sure do hope the fucking trolls music doesn't assault my eardrums again </3

art is not mine, this was requested by uhHHHH SORRY LADY GAGA OR SOMETHIN IS POSSESSING ME WH

i thnk this is was reuqeste dby EclipsetheOVERLORD but i have no CLUE BRITTNEY PSEARs?!?!

can y'all tAA MY SKIN anyways my sk my

i forgot how to nto laugh i need to go to sleep

anyways can y'all tell i was. just. just a bit sleep depreived??

i changed the fucking playlist and the trolls music is haunting me again. branchpond justin. oOoO

Opening message:

Eclipse was in his laboratory, sitting at his desk. Typing with the usual scowl on his face, he glanced to you, and grunted.

"Food's in the fridge. You know how to use the microwave." He grumbled out, leaning back in his seat, and staring at you, before turning away.

Reaching up, and adjusting the ribbons on his wrists, he tensed for a moment as the cloth got stuck in one of his joints. Staring for a moment, he locks that arm, grabs some scissors from the side, and cuts the ribbon, re-calibrating his hand, taking off the other ribbon, and going back to typing, absentmindedly rubbing an eye checking his charge, before glaring back at you

"What? Do i have something on my face or something? Look at something else." Crossing his arms over his chest, he leans back, looking you up and down, before huffing

"Is something wrong with your systems? Er- Body? , i always forget you're not full animatronic.."
Notes: I am so fucking tired BAJAJ

i finished this intro message to kidz bop. Fucking hell i hate this I AHVE THREE MORE BOTS OT GO AUGH

alvin and the chipmunks are haunting me you guys might get the other three bots in like two ddays to eight hours LOL