goodness gracious 87. brb x oc
a/n: any of yall have that weird relative that seems to be a cryptic who knows way too much about everything? No? Just me and Bea? Okay.
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pairing: plus size!oc x rooster
warnings: FLUFF, MAV IS GOING TO HAVE A HEART ATTACK, Bea's aunt is indeed a witch
chapters:
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45/46/47/48/49/50/51/52/53/54/55/56/57/58/59/60/61/62/63/64
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“Rooster, don’t joke with me.”
“I am not joking with you.”
Maverick places a hand over his heart, then starts to walk around his nephew, stopping to support his weight on his knees, “Oh dear God, okay,” he breathes in and out rapidly, “Okay, you–” Maverick ends up laughing and running to his godson, wrapping his arms around Bradley’s middle and, surprising, lifting him up just for a little bit with how happy he was.
Rooster makes a sound of surprise, immediately trying to go back down - being this tall and strong makes it very hard for someone to pick him up and yet Pete did it without issues, amazingly considering he was the size of a toddler- “Woah!Mav!” his uncle puts him down, then playfully punches his shoulders repeatedly. He knew he’d be excited, the way Pete would subtly drop hints about how he wanted the two to finally tie the knot was reason enough to believe.
Pete calms down, but his smile remains. They are both at a quiet corner of the base they were all staying at, somewhere where Rooster knew they’d won't be bothered too much, the last thing he needed was Nat freaking out or Jake giving him a knowing smirk, or any of the Dagger squad really. This was a secret mission within a mission and no one besides him and his uncle should know, “Rooster I–” Maverick just shakes his head with a huge grin, propping his hands on his hips, “When did you decide it?”
“A few months ago.” he says, crossing his arm and moving his weight to the opposite leg with a cock of his hip, “I know it sounds crazy but I can’t see myself without Bea. I love her Mav.” and Pete knew it, he knew it way too well, “I never ever thought about marriage before, i honestly didn’t think I’d want to get married.”
It was more of he didn’t want to because of fear and anger and all those messy feelings he couldn’t elaborate too much. But now he was sure about it, he was sure, he was certain and he wanted Mav’s help to do it in some way. “What are you planning, then?” his godfather asked, mirroring the younger pilot’s crossed arms position. Rooster’s jaw moved back and forth, looking back over his shoulder to see if there was any of the Dagger squad getting close.
“I’m still working on it.” he replies once he’s sure the coast is clear, “But I’d need your help.” Pete’s smile gets even wider, chuckling like a proud father, “And I know how much you’ve been bugging me about it.”
“But I was right in the end.”
Well…he was.
“Yes, yes you were. I’m just writing some stuff down on my phone and I’ll show you later, I really want this thing to work.” Bradley sighs, running a hand through his sandy brown strands, “She deserves something good, you saw how happy she was at her birthday.”
“Before or after she punched her ex?”
Bradley couldn’t help the soft laugh that breaks through, scratching his temple as he remembered that scene, watching Eric fall to the ground like a sack of spuds with his nose bleeding was the most entertaining thing he had seen in a long long while. It helped that it was Beatrice who made that possible. He knew she was capable of, she’s capable of so many things and she’s so unaware of them sometimes.
But he knew it was a process he’d like to be part of. She grew so much ever since they started dating, he knew even if they weren’t she’d still be able to do it. Beatrice is capable, she’s good, she’s just incredible.
And he wanted to ask her to be his wife.
He knew he still had time until he got back - four months now and counting - but that was enough for him to organize everything. It was going to be special, she deserves it nothing less, “What do you need my help with then?”
“Not only your help, Penny’s too. But let me organize everything like I said,I need to make sure there’ll be nothing in the way.” he says, his lips quirking with a fondness while he rubs his ring finger, “I already have a ring in mind.”
“You do?”
“Bea doesn’t like flashy stuff and I saw her nonna’s old wedding ring and…I’m kind of basing it off of that.”
Pete looked like he was ready to cry, biting his lip and nodding while sniffling and looking to the side, in a way he thought Rooster wouldn’t see him quickly wiping his eyes. Maverick remained looking away, placing his hands back on his hips as the wind moved between the two, he then nodded once, inhaling deeply and turning his eyes back to Rooster, “Alright.You know you can count on me.”
Bradley smiles back, “I know,Mav.” he says, hugging his uncle tight. Pete clapped his back, clenching his flight suit and not being able to hold back another sniffle, “I wouldn’t want anyone else to help me with this.”
I wouldn’t want anyone to help me with this, Pete. I’m serious about Carole.
Pete sighed softly, the memories intertwining and repeating itself again. Pete was…more than happy, happy wouldn’t be enough to say how he was feeling right now, he was completely elated to be there, to be part of Bradley’s life again and so quickly too. Months before he couldn’t see this happening, he couldn’t even make Brad look at him without anger.
And now his nephew was asking him to help propose to his girlfriend. “Well,I’m glad to be in for the ride.” the older pilot smiles, pulling back and tapping his godson’s cheek like a proud father, “Just let me know when you need me.”
“Of course Mav,and please don’t tell anyone else yet?”
“I won’t.I promise. Are you going to talk to Beatrice later tonight?”
The mention of his girlfriend makes Bradley’s eyes shine and his smile widen, “I am, finally we’ll be able to video chat.” After a long time of messaging back and forth he’d finally see her face. It has been very hectic lately and while he gets it, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t miss her tremendously. Pete just chuckles, patting his shoulder affectionately before the two wander away from their quiet spot to the main areas of the base.
He was good with distracting himself since the mission called for a lot of his attention, time truly goes by fast when you are flying a F-18 and doing a good job at it. By the time it was night, he was already fidgety, going to the little area where everyone would chat with their loved ones and closed the door behind himself for some privacy.
Not that he’d do anything there, because he’s not stupid and he could control himself - most of the time - when dealing with Beatrice. The connection there was a bit slow, so he had to wait a little while for the call to actually load, in the meantime, he just looked down at his ring finger, using the pad of his index to draw an imaginary wedding band around it, trying to see what it’d look like on him just as he imagined on her.
Beatrice’s hands were smaller, softer, delicate but very powerful - as Eric well knows - even for her own self. He had a lot to organize from afar and he couldn’t be too anxious about it because he had a mission to finish and he had a house to go back to. A house that he shared with Beatrice and Jolene, he missed that dog too. He looks back up to check the connection, frowning when it still had the ‘loading’ still there.
His finger taps on the table anxiously, following the bouncing of his leg. He leans his head back against the chair’s backrest, crossing his arms over his chest and breathing in deeply, just waiting for it to do something. He had a short time to talk to Beatrice and he was excited to do it after so long.
Just messaging on the phone isn’t really…well, it is good but he liked seeing her face too, seeing her expressions and knowing she’s okay, that she’s safe meant a lot to him.
A ping called his attention, making the pilot lift his head from the headrest, seeing the ‘connection established’ shining on the screen, “Finally.” he muttered, pulling the chair closer so he could have a better look at Beatrice.
It takes a few seconds but eventually he sees…nothing, he sees just the empty kitchen and the top of Jolene’s head as she walks around. Bradley furrows his eyebrows, “Bea?” he calls with his voice as close to the mic as he could, hearing a gasp of surprise and the clanking of something in the sink.
“Brad!!” she calls, her body taking shape as she steps in front of the laptop on her side, “Sorry!I was getting some water.” she explains, adjusting herself on the chair and pulling herself closer to the screen,”Hi.”
“Hi, gorgeous.” he replies, folding his arms on the desk, “Busy day?”
Beatrice laughs but then nods and he takes her attire of denim overalls, a band shirt - Van Halen apparently - under it, a bandanna holding back the hair that wasn’t pulled back in her ponytail, “Yes,I’ve been doing some more DIY stuff- oh!” she stands up again, grabbing the laptop as she walked to the side of the kitchen where their stove and cabinets were “Look!”
It takes a while for the image to settle, but he follows her pointing finger to where he could see color. She walked closer until he could see the geometric backsplash between the counter and cabinets, it looked so good you’d think it came with the house, “Oh, wow, did you do that gorgeous?”
“I did!” her head pops up on the corner of the screen “I can’t go too far or else I’ll unplug the laptop, but yes I did!” he hears her bare feet tapping back to the table she was seated, “Michael helped me put it on too, but I cut the right measurements!”
She looked and sounded so happy, he couldn’t help but lean his head on a closed fist, “Well it looks amazing.”
“Thank you-oh!Oh! I have to show you something!” she stands up quickly, leaving the screen. He could hear the sound of something plastic being lifted from the ground. Beatrice's head comes back, her smile never faltering “Look!” she holds up a tool box, not any tool box, a purple tool box filled with equally purple power tools.
Bradley chuckles, noticing it was a full set - except in purple - and she added little stickers with names on everything so she wouldn’t forget, “Well, you got yourself some power tools then?”
“Michael suggested it.” she says, gently closing the box and putting it away, “He’s saying since I’m doing so many DIY projects I should have my own tool set.” she smiles, placing her head on her palms, the action making her cheeks squish up and he had to fight the need to scream, she looked like a chipmunk. “I’ve been watching a lot of videos and I’ve been doing some stuff, nothing dangerous! But it’s a lot cheaper than buying at a decor store.”
Rooster smiles right back at her, enjoying her enthusiasm over her new hobby. She was a very creative person so he wasn’t surprised to see she found other outlets for herself, “Like what, besides the backsplash?”
“Well…” she drawls the word, trying to think on it “I’ve added a colored arch behind our couch and my couch in the art room so it ‘pops’ a bit more, I got a cabinet on a thrift store and repainted it black and yellow so it matches the decor and left it on the hallway so we can put a little bit of everything there,I also made a vertical garden wall with some trelices I found! I think it looks good! And I’m making us a rug for our room.”
That made him pause and suddenly sit straighter, “A rug?”
“Yeah! It’s basically threading yarn through a thin but sturdy cloth then cutting it and gluing a non-slip rug pad underneath. It’s a bit big because I want it to like, cover a good chunk of our room but I’m doing it!”
He just looked at her in complete shock and adoration, of course she’d do something like that. There was no way Beatrice could be even more incredible and yet she keeps proving him wrong!
“I hope you like it.”
“I know I’ll love it baby.” he says sweetly, “You are so talented you just can’t keep your creativity still.”
Beatrice blushes a soft red, one that brings out the faint freckles forming over her nose, something he never noticed before because it probably meant she was spending a lot of time outside. He was glad she was having a good time even with him gone, she deserved to have some fun and if it helped the house in the process even better, “How was your week though? We weren’t able to talk before today.”
“I know.” she mutters, adjusting herself on the chair again and leaning on her clasped hands, “It’s been pretty nice, nothing unusual. Well Penny thinks there are raccoons at the bar,” he arches his eyebrows when she says it, surprised “Yeah, something is ripping the trashbags from the bin but she’s not sure if it’s an animal or a person, so she wants to add some cameras around the bar just to make sure.”
“Sounds reasonable enough.” he comments, “Anything else?”
Beatrice opens her mouth, then closes, then opens again only for not words to make their way out, “Bea?” his girlfriend snaps her eyes back at him almost as if she didn’t hear him the first time, “Something wrong?”
“Huh? Oh no no! I was just remembering that yesterday me and my aunt went shopping.”
“Your aunt? Your aunt Martha?”
“Yeah…” she drawls off looking to the side “She showed up right outside the door.”
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Beatrice looks up from the rug she was currently working on when she heard the doorbell chime. She frowns, pulling out her phone to check who it was by the small camera, blinking in surprise when she noticed it was no one else but her aunt Martha in her long flowery Janis Joplin esque dress, “Hey auntie.” she says to the phone, making Martha look down at the small camera and then lean closer, offering her niece a smile.
“Hello preziosa. Would you mind opening the door for me? I see your doggy is very interested in knowing who it is.”
“Oh my God, yeah, sure auntie!” Beatrice pushes everything aside, rushing to stand on her feet, rushing back inside and smiling at Jolene’s wagging tail and head partially hidden by the white curtains that covered the windows on each side of the front door, very similar from back at her old place.
Beatrice snatches the key from the magnetic shelf, unlocking the door and opening it…only to find her aunt wasn’t there. She blinks, leaning her body forward - Jolene doing the same - until she finds her aunt Martha looking at the plants that adorned the front of her house, “Auntie?” Martha gently lifts up her head, still caressing the leaf with one hand and Jolene with the other.
“Your front garden is beautiful, Beatrice.” she says, “Lovely Russian sage, it’s great under the heat and humidity.”
Beatrice follows her aunt’s gaze to the said plant, she had no idea that’s what it was called and maybe she should take some time learning about them, “Oh, ah, thank you auntie I just…water them…” which she does, is all that she does so they don’t die. “Do you want to come inside? It’s quite warm today.”
It was nearing 81°F that day and Beatrice drank at least three bottles of ice water since she woke up, “Oh it is. It’s a lovely weather.” and her aunt didn’t move, she could see the couple from across the street - Ryan and Henry - walking their doberman puppy. They rose their hands as a greeting, then furrowed their eyebrows at the strange lady in front of Beatrice’s door.
Beatrice offered them an awkward smile and a wave back, mouthing the word ‘family’ the best she could and ended with a shrug. The two men didn’t seem too bothered after that, they just laughed and walked into their house. Meanwhile Beatrice’s smile dropped, turning her eyes to her aunt who was now leaning her head back with her eyes closed and a serene smile on her face, “Auntie.” she calls, even Jolene looks up in confusion when she stops being scratched by the older woman.
Martha opens her eyes, long natural lashes fluttering as she does so, “Would you like to go shopping with me?” her niece just blinks in surprise, “I must buy something for Leonardo’s new baby.”
“Oh! Um…okay?” Beatrice laughs softly, “I’ll just put on a clean shirt, this is old and kinda dirty.” her aunt just nods, waving her hand so delicately Beatrice thought it was flying like a butterfly’s wings. The brunette looks to the side, furrows her brows, then goes back into her house, Jolene remains at her aunt’s side as her owner walks up the stairs to change into something better.
She puts on a white tank top and ripped jeans, with her faithful black converse on her feet. She makes her way back down, her aunt was now sitting on the front steps of her house with Jolene next to her, offering her pink tummy to be petted. Beatrice smiles, putting on her sunglasses and fixing her bag strap, “I’m back.”
Martha looks over her shoulder with a smile, “Good.” she stands with a grace that resembles a fawn in the forest, her long dress flowing with the wind as she walks down the steps,”Perhaps we can use your car, I came here by bike.”
Again? How’s her aunt doing that so often and still keeping her legs healed is a mystery, “Sure auntie, Jojo, back inside.” the pittie rolls back on her feet, receiving a love pat on her butt from Bea, turning around and kissing the brunette’s cheek before she rushes inside the house. Beatrice sighs, locking the door after putting her aunt’s bicycle inside and walking to her Jeep that was parked outside since she was planning on getting something for Leo either w– did her aunt know? How did her aunt know? She didn’t tell anyone.
Beatrice decided to freak out later and imagine this was just a huge coincidence nothing more. Martha waits patiently, watching Beatrice unlock the car then walk to the passenger side to open the door for her aunt, “You are so kind, dear.” Martha smiles, kissing her niece’s forehead, lifting the end of her dress so she could step inside the Wrangler without issue. Once she’s inside, Beatrice walks around it to the driver’s, giving her aunt a grin once she latches the seatbelt on, “Your car is lovely as is your home.”
“Thank you auntie,” Bea says, looking at the rear view mirror as she reversed the car, “Gabby helped us find it.”
“Well, she did a wonderful job.” Martha looks out of the window when her niece drives up to the road, “I think that store…Littlesnaps has some wonderful options.”
“Littlesnaps?” Beatrice repeats, turning her street and onto the road, “It’s close to the vet clinic I take Jolene.” she makes the way in her mind, not using the gps since it was a place she knew well from the very few times she took the pittie there, “I’ve seen it by passing, it seems really nice.”
“Yes, little Éowyn needs a good wardrobe.”
“Oh my God he really went through with it.” Beatrice laughs, paying attention to the signs around her, “God bless Cynthia, she loves him so much to endure his silliness.” but she was happy, and she was sure so was Bianca. Having another girl in the house would be good for her…and nerve wracking for Leo who would be extremely outnumbered in that house. Her aunt just gives her niece a look, followed by a knowing smile before she returns her gaze to the outside, watching the palm trees go by.
They finally reach the store after a few seconds stuck in traffic, Beatrice walking out first and looking at her aunt to make sure she was right behind. Martha’s smile only remained, offering her niece her elbow - which she took it- as the two wandered inside. It was a big store, much like the one at the mall, with two floors and long aisles filled with kids’ clothes separated by ages. Since Éowyn was a little infant, they went to the 0+ area.
Beatrice stood next to her aunt as she looked through the different options, “Are you excited to be an aunt again, Beatrice?” her aunt asked while trifling through the different colored onesies.
“I am,” she replies, the brunette going to the two piece hanging on top of each other “It’ll be nice to have another baby in the family, it has been a while.”
She didn’t see her aunt’s shifty look her way, nor the way her eyes dropped to her stomach then back up to her niece’s face, “I feel it’ll be a good year for the third generation.” she says cryptically, making Beatrice laugh and turn to face her aunt.
“Oh? More people are having babies,auntie?”
Martha’s eyes shone with something, joy or wonder or magic. Who knew really, “Yes.” is all that she said before she held up the koala themed onesie for her niece to see. Beatrice’s eyebrows furrowed just a bit at her aunt’s words, but she disconsidered, only adding how it was a lovely outfit for the baby.
They spent a few minutes there, and Martha wanted to give the baby options. Options her parents would make her wear but her niece didn’t stop her, Beatrice herself got a few outfits too.Once at the cashier, both women waited for the clothes to be gift wrapped, Martha’s eyes once again moving to Beatrice who, this time, met her aunt’s gaze, “What?” she questions with a smile, “What’s happening auntie?”
Martha’s eyes stayed on her, her smile widening as clasps her hands together “...are you and Bradley thinking about having kids?” Beatrice almost choked on her spit, her face flaming up to the point it resembled lava.
“Wh-No!” but her traitorous brain whispered ‘but you’d love to’ “No,n-no we are not-not thinking about it.” yet.
“Mm.” Martha says, dropping her eyes back down at her niece’s stomach, “It’ll come in time.” she says softly.
“In time?” Beatrice repeats, still flaming at the face, “Well yes but–”
“October.”
Beatrice immediately shuts up, looking at her aunt with wide eyes, “W-What?”
“October will be a good month for you.” Martha grins, “A lot will happen.” What is that supposed to mean? Beatrice could only look at her aunt with wide eyes, chewing her lower lip and furrowing her brows, “Yes, then…oh how lovely. Same month.” what the hell, what is up with her family members being cryptic??? “Yes,oh, how fun. How lovely.”
“Auntie…I-I don’t know what you mean.” she whispers when the lady comes back with their wrapped gifts, thanking the two women who walk out of the store with Martha holding Beatrice’s arm around her elbow again.
“You will, in time.” once again, more riddle-esque replies. Beatrice frowns, biting her lower lip even harder and unlocking the car for her aunt to step in first, “It’ll be wonderful for you. I’ll help you if you need to.”
“...thanks? With what exactly?”
Martha just squinted her eyes humorously, “You’ll see.”
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But Beatrice took a good chunk of that conversation out, just adding some…random stuff she knew her aunt would say to Bradley instead of the actual subject, “But yeah, that was what happened.”
Her boyfriend’s face on the other end went confused, but he smiles “I mean, you always said your aunt was a bit of a witch.”
“Haha, yeah,” god that laugh was so nervous, “But, s-she’s a good witch, you know?”
“I know.” Bradley’s smile drops when he looks at the time on his watch, “Shit,I have to go, gorgeous.” Beatrice tried to not show disappointment, but her sad little smile made his heart clench, “I’ll talk to you soon again, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll have my phone with me whenever you message.” she says sweetly, “I love you!”
Rooster smiles, his eyes shining even in the bad connection, “I love you too, angel.Just a few more months, still counting the days?”
‘Always.”
His smile widened, “Me too.” He looked over his shoulder, someone probably called him and then turned back to the camera “I have to go, baby. I love you, we’ll talk soon okay?” she nodded, waving him goodbye and watching as the connection cut off and the only thing she could see was her own reflection.
Beatrice sat there in silence, inhaling deeply before she dropped her head to the table with a pained groan. First the disembodied children's voices, then her aunt saying…that…she groans louder, hitting her forehead on the wood gently, the sound calling Jolene’s attention who walked into the kitchen with her head tilted, “I think I need a drink Jojo.” she pauses, “Or several.”
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Hi everyone,
So after rewatching the Netflix Series Transformers Botbots for the possible 3rd time & reading some Botbots Fanfics & AU’s I decided to come up with my very own Botbots OC, but their a bit different from the rest.
Presenting my Botbots OC (drumroll please) Ember with an E, who’s alt mode is a broken Amber Amulet.
She’s a shy bot due to being abandoned in the first days of her life.
She’s a member of the Lostbots.
Burgertron & Spud Muffin are her Unofficial Dad’s
She’s extremely close to her Dad’s and the other Lostbots, although it takes a while for her to trust them,
Dimlit was the first one out of the others she opened up to.
She’s very creative and loves to make things and can be often found tinkering with things to see how they work.
She also likes to act desperate her shyness, when she’s playing a character her shyness just disappears for while.
It was Burgertron who introduced her to acting to help boost her confidence.
She likes to hang around the Gamer Geeks and the Science Alliance because of her love of inviting.
Some info about her backstory:
Long before the Energon Cloud hit the Mall an expensive antique Amber Amulet was abut to be sold from the Antique Store at the Mall, but just before it was bought the seller dropped it on the floor and it was badly damaged, so the buyer decided they didn’t want it any more & now broken Amber Amulet was left there after the Store was closed in the now infamous “Dark Side of the Mall!”
Then the Energon Cloud hit and all of the Botbots were born! But a stray Energon spark was still going around “The Dark Side of the Mall!” And it wasn’t until a few years later that it finally came out to create a new generation of Botbots! Including one created from a Broken Amber Amulet.
Her name was Ember and she woke up in a dark, scary and strange place, there was a few other Botbots around, but they didn’t want to be around her because well, due to the Amber Amulet being broken Ember had no legs, so she couldn’t walk around. They all left her there even though she begged and cried for them to take her with them, but they just walked off leaving Ember to cry all alone.
It wasn’t until a few days later that President Burgertron and Spud Muffin came to the Antique Shop and they came across a little Botbot properly one of the new ones that were just born and they were all alone. (It was Ember) They walked up to them, making sure they didn’t scare the little Botbot. When they got closer Spud Muffin spotted that this Botbot had no legs!
He knelt down and said: “Hi there, my names Spud Muffin and this is partner Burgertron”.
“Hi there, sweetie” said President Burgertron.
“Hello” replied the little Botbot.
“Do you have a name?” asked Burgertron.
“My name is Ember, with a E” Ember replied.
“Nice to meet you Ember with a E” said Burgertron with a chuckle, “Why are you here all alone? Where’s your Squad?”
Ember just looked to the floor and just started crying, Burgertron and Spud Muffin looked at each other in shock and concern.
“They just left me” Ember finally after a few minutes.
“Who left you?” asked a worried Spud Muffin.
“The other Bots who where here!” Ember Screamed out, “They just left because I’m Broken!”
Now both Spud and Burgertron looked at her in horror as she started crying again, tries started flowing down their faces as well. Then Spud wiped his face and told Ember.
“Hay, why don’t you come with use to the “Lost and Found”? You can stay with us until we figure things out”
“But I’ll just get in the way, look at me I’m Broken!” she replied.
“Don’t you ever say that about yourself! screamed Burgertron.
“Burgertron!” said Spud Muffin in surprise, “Your scaring her”. Gesturing to Ember, who is shaking a little.
“Oh, Ember I’m so sorry for scaring you sweetie, I just…. I don’t want you to say such a thing about yourself” said Burgertron who had knelt down in front of Ember. She looked up at him and Spud Muffin.
“Why not?” She simply replied in a small voice.
“Because, you’re not broken” Burgertron said, “You’re a Beautiful young Bot, who others don’t understand”.
“My partner’s right” Spud Muffin cut in, “So you a little different, you are so much stronger than you think”.
Ember looked up at them wiping away the tears off her face, “You really think I’m strong?” She finally said.
“Of course” said Spud Muffin. Ember look at both of the older Bots in front of her trying to see if these Bots are trustworthy, she could see that they really did care about her.
Then Burgertron put his hand on her shoulder and said “Now how about you come with us to the “Lost and Found” We can’t just leave you here all alone, we’ll look after you”.
“You really mean it?” Ember replied.
“Of course” said Burgertron, “I promise and I never go back on a promise”
“It’s true, you can bet on that” said Spud Muffin cuddling Ember causing them both to giggle.
“OK” was Ember only responds. And true to their word they brought her to the “Lost and Found”, of course Spud Muffin had to carry her there, but she didn’t complain rather Ember enjoyed being carried and even held on to Spud feeling safe for the first time in forever. They had some explaining to do with the other Lostbots, but when they told them Ember’s story, they too looked concerned and understood their decision to bring her here.
They’re questions were like”Who is she?” “Why was she all alone there?” “Why did those Bots leave her?” “How long has she been there?” and these were just a few.
Ember was very cautious round the other Lostbots, in fact all the Botbots she’d encounter around the Mall. Except for Burgertron and Spud Muffin, they were the only ones she trusted, they actually cared about her, they were kind to her and got her out of that Scary Store. She would usually be with ether one of them at all times, more often than not holding on to one of them.
A few days after discovering her Burgertron and Spud had the Science Alliance make Ember a Wheelchair so she can around on her own. Ember of course was thrilled with this, she got the hang of her new Wheelchair rather quickly.
Even though they had stuff to do, Burgertron especially, I mean come on he’s the President! But he and Spud Muffin made sure at least one of them was with Ember due to her Separation Anxiety after being alone for the first part of her life.
Bonz-Eye is asked to look into who was the Bot or Bots that left Ember all alone in the first place, both Burgertron and Spud, if fact all the Lostbots have some questions for those heartless Bots who did that to her.
Ember starts to feel more comfortable around other Botbots over time and ever explores the Mall on her own after a while, which the Lostbots are happy about, especially Burgertron and Spud Muffin who had become her Unofficial Dad’s.
She becomes friends with some of the Botbots from the Gamer Geeks and the Science Alliance after discovering her love of tech.
Eventually Ember meets the very Bots who had left her all that time ago and they try to act like nothing like that happened due to her being so close with the President, but of course Burgertron and Spud Muffin knew all about that and go to confront them, but it’s Ember who reveals everything in front of all the Botbots (much like how Spud revealed everything at the Gold Rush Games)
Those Bots try to deny everything even saying Ember’s lying, but Burgertron and Spud Muffin defend her telling everyone (only the Lostbot knew beforehand) how they’d found her and how scared she was.
Of course all the Botbots are horrified hearing this and before anything else happens, the Bots who left Ember left the scene and even ran out of the Mall, not wanting to face the consequences for their actions.
OK, that’s all I got so far about Ember’s backstory, if you want any more Art Work or Info about her, please let know.
Also before I finish up, I loved the idea of Burgertron & Spud Muffin being together (I’m kinda shipping them😅) so I made them Ember’s Unofficial Dad’s.
Anyway hope you like my New OC and her backstory.
See you next time.
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