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#13

No comments. Too tired. need to be up in 7 hours. Darn my late night antics.

Wait, no, one comment, a that’s thanks for the feedback everybody. ^^

SPOILERS FOR WALL-E! AGAIN!

WALL-E
Rising
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-EVE

He wiped the dust she had kicked up off his eyes quickly, not wanting to miss a moment of her acrobatics. The moment the ship was gone and she took off, he knew that she was special. While a tad oblivious to the way his fellow machine was supposed to act, he had seen he billboards his creators has put up of the other WALL-Es, so a part of him knew he was different. That same part of him knew she was different, and the more he saw that throughout the day, when she nice to his pet and when she showed emotions, the more that part of himself overthrew the rest.

But none of these realizations were beyond the awe of their original meeting. Her flight across the only sky he ever knew made him realize just how bleak that sky really was. But she had cut right through the clogged air of what had become solely his world, and all it took was that small thirst for freedom that made him immediately fall in love with her.

He hoped she could teach him how to fly.

She brought her hands together gently in coordination with the video, feeling an uprising inside of her. It was not a new emotion, new meaning first appearing right at that moment. It had first been noticed back on Earth a day or so earlier, but it hadn’t done anything like it was now, and it hadn’t been close to as powerful. Back then, she didn’t even know if she had actually felt it. It was just an idea that had come in and she had been curious about. Not anymore. Not after seeing her security footage. Now it was truly there, and it felt warm.

Didn’t he even realize he wasn’t doing his directive when he helped her? Did he even care? No, she knew he didn’t. He was helping her simply because he wanted to, and as she saw him do what he wanted to, she felt the urge to do the same come from that warmth inside, and wondered if that was the same warmth he had. Whatever it was, she liked it. She loved it, and that warm feeling inside if him was so strong that it had brushed off onto her and left her wanting more of it. More of him. She loved him. She didn’t completely understand it, but she knew he would.

She hoped he could teach her how to fly.

#14

Okay, that’s a cute one. ( Sorry, I don’t really have much to say here. )

#15

Still spoilers for WALL-E.

WALL-E
Crumble
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-EVE

The countdown hit zero, the pod exploded, and for the first time EVE saw there was a world outside of the directive humanity had given her.

She knew it was there because she felt it fall apart.

“No…”

Soon after that world was in pieces, so was she.

“No…”

She tore through space as if getting to the disaster site fast enough would bring him back, but she’d already had a chance along those lines, which she failed.

And just before that she’d acted like she hated him. She’d blamed him for the plant. She’d blamed him for getting her stuck in the repair ward. He hadn’t caused any of it. Of all the last ways to treat someone, and of all the someones to treat that way… Did he see her chasing him? Did he see how sorry she was?

She may never know, but he definitely saw how happy she was when he zoomed by with the fire extinguisher.

Also, he had the plant.

And just before that she’d acted like she hated him. She’d blamed him for the plant. She’d blamed him for getting her stuck in the repair ward. He had risked his life to bring her directive back with him.

This time she’d make it clear she cared.

#16

My WALL-E fics arn’t gonna get any less spoily. XD

WALL-E
Equality
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-EVE

How was this working?

He watched her soar across the night sky without a care in the world, and he couldn’t believe she credited him for that feeling. She was so beautiful when she flew. She was always beautiful to him, but when she danced in the sky it was even more incredible than the norm. He could only stare up at her, eyes trying to decide between being wide with amazement or half closed in a infatuated daze, so how was this working? How were they working? For a long time he had felt a special bond between them, and he had almost gotten himself killed just to get her to see it, but now that he had accomplished his goal he felt so unworthy of it all.

Sometimes, she would come down and pull him up, and they’d both soar in the night sky across that moon. He couldn’t help but wish that they were doing their acrobatics in space again. Back there, it has a symmetrical dance. Back there, they both lead and it somehow worked.

Back there, he could pretend for a moment that he could be up to her level.

How he wished he could fly.

#17

I’m going to send in a request for a happy tears smiley.

#18

I’m out of WALL-E spoiler puns

WALL-E
Umbrella
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-E/EVE

Dark clouds loomed over the landscape that the members of Operation: Recolonize had staked as their own. Like many other traits of the planet, knowledge of rain was programmed into EVE’s brain, and she knew she had once been in a rain storm while in stasis, but none of that made EVE any more used to that which she was feeling for the first time.

It took EVE about five minutes to figure out why humans mostly headed for cover when storms came. At the very least, they made one feel uncomfortable. She didn’t have the same issue with getting wet that her organic comrades had, but rather there was a special issue only she had. The crevice that her head stood above acted as a bowl, and the water that dripped from her head all fell into it and started to build up. It felt so awkward that she’s have to shake the water out rather frequently. The storm’s complete covering over their patch of the sky only pointed to this annoying routine continuing for the entire, long trek home.

But then he came.

She simply watched the Waste Allocator curiously as she continued hovering towards their home. He pulled out an old (but without holes, and she wondered how much work it was to find that) umbrella and rolled along beside her, holding it over her head. It was small. Rain still was hammering down on him. EVE wondered if he even noticed, since his expression looked so content. And he would be content. He always was when he could be near her. It didn’t matter what he had to go through for it, and seeing that trait in him yet again softened EVE’s expression greatly. He would let himself be completely drenched just so she wouldn’t feel a little discomfort.

But he didn’t have to do that.

As she hovered sideways towards him, she brought out her fingers. She put both hands on the umbrella handle, intertwining one with the one WALL-E was holding it with. Now they were both under it, and their pace almost immediately slowed. They looked over at one another, into the other’s eyes, and only looked away on rare occasion to check the road ahead of them (or, at least, EVE checked anyway.) WALL-E put his other hand on EVE’s other hand, and the huddled together happily as they kept moving.

EVE turned away from the warmth for a moment and looked up at the sky. It was still the same dark colors. Still the same gloomy clouds that only promised more of the storm, and yet now it all seemed so beautiful. It wasn’t the first time she’d felt that way. She turned back to WALL-E and put a spark on the side of his head. He sighed. She liked that.

They finally got home. It was too soon.

Pixar Planet Awards - For Your Consideration
#19

Wow, that happen to be the first fan fic I have ever read, and that was very enjoyable to read!! :slight_smile: I loved it, I will be reading more of your fan fictions.

Great job :wink:
The Wall•E•Dude

#20

Thanks! You should totally read more. From what I’ve seen, the WALL-E fandom really knows how to write. ^^

#21

Netbug, that was beautiful. Keep going, i can’t wait to read your next one! :smiley:

#22

Thanks! Wait no longer! ^^

WALL-E Spoilers

WALL-E
Tires
Fiction Rating K+
WALL-E/EVE

Shyness was his strong suit.

So there he stood, watching her, with a large pile of tires between them. Those tires were an incredibly sharp double edged sword. He was safe here, but she was on the other side. Honestly, he wasn’t even sure he wanted to be safe anymore. Putting aside the a occasions of getting caught in a dust storm, his current life was the safe one, and the more he watched her the more that life felt boring. But he wasn’t sure enough of that feeling to go up to her, because he didn’t completely understand it.

Was it not logical to try and preserve one’s self? Shouldn’t he stay safe as long and as often as possible? What would approaching her gain him? If WALL-E was anywhere close to a normal robot, he would have been asking himself those questions, or more likely following them without question, but WALL-E was not normal at all. Still, something held him back. Something made him afraid. She was just so… If he said the wrong thing… Hello Dolly! had not explained this emotion.

So logic was pushing him not to go up, emotion was pushing him not to go up, and yet he still couldn’t leave. Why? The only thing pushing him to go up to her was Hal, who he refused to listen to with a frantic shaking of his head. But the roach didn’t listen, and started crawling up towards her. WALL-E sunk deeper behind the tire.

And she fired.

He rose up, shocked. For a few seconds, and for the only time that would ever be recorded, he felt a tear about this emotion inside of him that kept him from leaving.

But, much to WALL-E’s relief, Hal was just fine. His pet came out of the crater and… she put the gun away. WALL-E became less tense as the tip of her arm transformed into four delicate, pretty looking fingers. She actually let Hal crawl up her arm, and seemed fascinated by him. Then the tear was sewn back together by her laugh, and it was a strong stitch. She didn’t have to laugh. She didn’t have to let him come up onto her, but she did. WALL-E didn’t quite understand, but he knew there was something special about that, and he started laughing too.

Oops.

He ran frantically from the blasts of the ion canon, but still the tug-of-war in his heart concerning going or staying wasn’t resolved. He’d run and run, but he refused to leave the area. He couldn’t leave her. He didn’t want to leave her. She was trying to kill him and he just wanted to be there and watch. So he kept hiding behind new piles of tires until they exploded, but soon there were no more piles to hide behind.

He could have run. He could have zig-zagged and possibly avoided being hit. He could have gotten as far away from there as possible and never have seen her again.

But he didn’t want to.

So he cubed up.

He couldn’t go up to her. Something inside him was afraid of that. He couldn’t go away. Everything inside him was afraid of that. Not even his faithful pet was able to solve the tug-of-war for him.

But she could, and she did, flying up to him and demanding he come out. He took the command almost immediately, and glanced up at her. A glance turned into a stare. She was so close to him. She looked so brave, strong, all the things he wished he had been when he was watching her from behind the tires. He took his pet back and simply kept staring at her, for the few words he knew wouldn’t come out of his mouth. He wasn’t able to put his mind together before she had left him there.

He simply sighed.

#23

Excellent! That was a great part of the film, and i got more of it, even though i already knew what happened, it’s still great to read. Netbug, great work! :smiley:

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#24

I don’t write much hurt/comfort these days, and WALL-E/EVE is a REALLY hard pairing to write it for, so apologies if this one isn’t very good. ^^;

Spoilers for WALL-E

WALL-E
New Generation
K
WALL-E/EVE

“Wow, look at the old garbage bot!”

“What, is he trying to help or something?”

“No way dude. They have bigger ones for that now. He’d have to be an idiot.”

“Wouldn’t shock me. It’s just a robot after all. They don’t think by themselves or feel or any of that stuff, remember.”

WALL-E did not like kids. At all. Since his only experience with them was the above conversation, could you really blame him?

Of course, they didn’t know any better. This many generations down the road, his story had become less of an “everybody knows” thing and more of a “get out your textbooks” thing. That didn’t make having a huge group of kids calling you a loser as if you couldn’t hear any nicer though. They didn’t even think he cared, which hurt the most. He cared. He cared about a lot of things. Why shouldn’t he have?

The garbage bot always came home the same way, quickly. Tired from his job, he’d rush home to spend some time with her. She was EVE, and she knew him like the back of her hand, so it took all of a second to notice something was wrong when her love came home practically dragging his treads.

“WALL-E?” she asked, flying up to him with a concerned look in her eyes.

He immediately pulled her close.

Robots don’t cry. They are not built to cry. There is no need for them to cry. And yet, EVE felt like one was crying on her right now. She picked him up and returned the hold, closing her eyes and stroking the back of his head a little bit while she hummed softly to calm him down and possibly ever cheer him up. In a strange way, she was also trying to cheer herself up with the embrace. The two of them might as well have been one person. If he was sad, chances were so was she. Simple as that.

“Iiiiiiideeee… Ideooo”

“Idiot?”

“Uh huh!”

“All?”

“No. Unnnfe… Feeeelllliii.”

“Unfeeling.”

“Uh huh.”

EVE scoffed at what WALL-E was telling her. She had half a mind to pull out her ion canon and find whoever had insulted him so much, but WALL-E had passed on a lot of his love for life to her, and she knew that they didn’t know any better. He had already told her they were young. Back when the Captain was alive, he had explained to both of them how humans had to learn as they went along, rather than being programmed. He continued to rant to her. She nodded and helped him with a word when he needed it.

But, even if they had known, maybe the ion canon wasn’t what WALL-E needed her to do right now. What they were doing… just sitting and talking about it… she watched him tell her the story of his day, and strangely he seemed to be happier now despite talking about unhappy things. Maybe all of life’s problems weren’t solved with an ion canon. Maybe all of life’s problems weren’t solved at all. Maybe relationships were sometimes as simple as just being there for him.

And being there for him was something she was happy to do anytime he needed it.

#25

:cry: Poor WALL•E. Man, i’d give those kids a lesson. goes to TSS to find some swords

#26

I think a history lesson would do them better. XD

WALL-E Spoilers
WALL-E
Crying
K+
WALL-E/EVE

He was gone.

That one statement took control of her mind when the pod exploded. He was gone. He was gone.

It was her fault.

He was gone. He was gone. She pulled back the first statement, suddenly finding it appealing. At least, it was more appealing than putting blame upon herself for it.

He was gone. He was gone. It was all her fault. Yank. He was gone.

But no matter how much EVE tried to pretend the second statement wasn’t inside of her, it was. Trying to believe something isn’t there didn’t make it any less real, and it was all her fault. It really was. She was the reason they had been anywhere near the life pods, she was the reason the plant was there, and somehow she was the reason he had went in to get it. Why he felt the need to do these things for her was something she didn’t understand, or did she? Did she understand it better than she wanted to admit? Was there a part of her that understood completely? Not the point. The point was he had went into the life pod for her, and that made it her fault.

So she cried. Tears rolled from her eyes in what her programming knew was a way to convey sadness and something else understood in a deeper sense than a fact. She broke down and cried to express how she felt.

At least, that was the dream of the moment.

But she couldn’t even do that.

What was she? She didn’t feel like a robot, and she knew she wasn’t a human. What was she supposed to be? Why was she blessed with the ability to feel pain in the first place? But contemplating God’s will felt incredibly silly when everything that you’d ever cared for in this world just exploded.

The five stages of grief are merely an outline. When one is going through them, there is always that main stage, but they will also feel hints of others. Despite all the feelings going through EVE’s mind right now, she was still in the stage of denial, and therefore she flew towards the inferno despite everything.

But she never saw the other stages.

Because he was back.

#27

WALL-E Spoilers
WALL-E
An Old Earth Recipe
K
John/Mary

“You have got to try this!”

Mary stared at the small, brown square that her husband was holding in front of her, eyebrow raised. “Uh… What-”

“You know those cocoa beans that they started growing a while ago?” John asked quite enthusiastically.

“Yeah… and this looks nothing like those.”

“It’s crushed up and they added some milk and sugar to it.”

“Beans, milk, and sugar?”

“They found the recipe in some of the old Earth books.”

“John, I’m not sure.”

“Hey, I tried it and liked it. Do you trust me?” He gave her a smile, and it never failed to capture her. Of course she trusted him. More than anybody in the whole world. Was that even a question?

“…Okay, let me have it.” She put out a hand expectantly, and he instead put it directly in her mouth. She blinked and let it sit in her mouth.

There was a pause, but then Mary closed her eyes and smiled. It was the strangest thing she had ever tasted, and one of the best. It wasn’t like any of the other plants she had eaten, no matter how much they had been crushed or cooked or messed with. It took over her whole mouth, and yet she couldn’t figure out a word for it, so she simply asked him for the word. He happily told her and started explaining all the cool stuff that could be done with the old marvel. When he was done with the briefing, she thanked him with a hand hold and a peck on the cheek.

And that’s how John and Mary became two of the first people in 700 years to eat chocolate.

#28

WALL-E Spoilers
WALL-E
Wrong
K

Robots and art did not mix, unless perhaps you were creating art about a robot, but the other way around? Creating a robot to do art? It simply wasn’t done. Even BuynLarge knew this, so they never created an art bot. Instead, they kept painting bots in the area of repairing scuffed walls.

At least, that was what they tried to do.

It all started with the wrong color. Blue, which didn’t match the white wall he was supposed to repair. It did not match. It was an error. And yet… it looked so right against that wall. It was appealing. The VN-GO unit that painted it on there found it appealing anyway. But this was even more wrong than the color he had painted. It was an opinion. He was not supposed to have an opinion. That was so very wrong of him.

“Wrong,” said the steward, cementing that fact, and the robot scrambled to paint over it in the right, white color. Being do dull versus the bright hue he had used by mistake, this took a few coats, but he did it and went on with his job.

But normality for something so wrong can only go so far. After his job, on his way back to his kiosk, he remembered the white wall and it’s moment of color. He looked around at the other white walls that seemed to cover the entire ship, and couldn’t help but wonder what they would look like with color on them. Te more he thought about seeing color in his world, the more it made him happy. Happy was an emotion. He was not supposed to have emotions. Emotions were wrong.

The entire next day was wrong. Grumbling about the blank walls was wrong. Imagining the different colors he could put on them was wrong. Painting stripes of color everywhere he went was wrong. Going of his line was wrong. So incredibly wrong. Leaving your line was crazy wrong. He heard “wrong” from the stewards so many times that day, and had so many warnings, until he found himself in a freeze way with that dreaded word thrown at him one last time before he entered the repair ward.

But then the left him there, and there were no stewards. There were no bots telling him it was wrong any more. The only bots around were just as wrong as he was.

So he painted. He pained his entire cell, flinging every color it had on all the walls and the floor. When it was done, he painted over it. Painting that one little square of ground made him happier than his directive ever had. He was born to paint, an not the way the world wanted him to, but in a greater way than that. But still, he wished he had more space to paint than a little square.

Then one day he heard the sound of an ion cannon hitting the front wall.

#29

Wow, Netbug, keep it up with these “fan puppies”! That’s a lot of Wall-E fanfics! :astonished: They are all so wonderful, and such a fantastic way to express the robots’ feelings. Sorry I missed out on so much, I wanted to wait until I saw the movie. And now that I have, I’ve read all of the previous awesomely written Wall-E fics you made on this thread in one sitting. <img src=“{SMILIES_PATH}/grinandwink.gif” alt=“;-D” title="Grin and

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Her Thorn: Not bad for one based on theory.

Cleaning: M-O is so cute; I could picture him doing that. It was so considerate for him to help resolve Wall-E and Eve’s fight.

Rising:: So full of feeling. I love how you put two different viewpoints about themselves and each other.

Crumble: That moment was so emotional for Eve’s thoughts. (It’s short stories like these that have so much meaning contained in them that they just capture me:)

Equality: Terrific take on Wall-E’s feelings. His dream to fly with Eve was beautifully described.

Umbrella: Heh heh, I can imagine that song in my head now. Anyway, who knew so much good feeling and love could be expressed under an umbrella?

Tires: Just from reading that, I instantly replayed that scene in my head. The words really captured that moment, and they could really make me picture it and Wall-E’s feelings of fear, struggle, shyness, and a little of love.

New Generation: Wow, I could feel Wall-E’s pain and Eve’s care. Your writing is just incredible. Those kids in the story really need to find something better to do. Poor Wall-E. Lucky Eve’s there for him.

Crying: Great rewrite of your Crumble story. Each sentence is strong enough to reel me into Eve’s sadness and regret, which you’ve expressed so profoundly.

An Old Earth Recipe: That’s a really good and light-hearted story of John and Mary (nice short break from my favorite robot couple) . Wow, 700 years and now the first couple to taste chocolate. I wonder if they’re any slimmer at this point than when they were on the Axiom.

Wrong: I never realized how much feeling could be in this minor character. It gave me pity for the unlucky thing, put into a prison just for developing an opinion.

Well, there you have it. My feedback for each of the Wall-E mini fanfics you’ve posted here. Overall, they were magnificent and I can’t wait to read more. You’ve got me hooked to them. You’re really talented at this. :wink:

#30

Thank you! Man, I totally forgot to update this place. Time for more fic! ^^

Spoilers for WALL-E

WALL-E
Angel
K+
WALLEVE

“WALL-E?!”

As she held his crunched body close to her, the world around her was spinning. At least, it was as close to a world as the Axiom could be. It was the only world she had known for more than a few days. None of it mattered now. She barely even noticed it jerking around like mad as they tore through space. She just saw him in her arms.

What was he thinking?! So what if the holo-detector closed?! So what?! Why did he do it?! What was it to him if they never got back to Earth if he was dead?! What was it to him if she had a directive?! What was it to him if she was happy or sad or even existed?! What could he have possibly gained from all of this?!

He had followed her around like a puppy dog, no matter what got in his way. She never had figured out how on Axiom… no, how on Earth. She liked his world so much more than hers. She’d never figured out how on Earth he’d followed her back to the Axiom in the first place, much less why.

Well, not completely true. She now knew why he followed her here. He loved her. The real question was why he loved her so much. As she screamed to him, the images from the security camera cycled through her mind. He’d taken such good care of her, and kept her so safe, like she was some kind of angel. It didn’t matter how white her decor was or that she could fly or that her arms were a lot like wings; she felt nothing like an angel. If she were an angel, she’d be able to fix all of this in a heartbeat with the mighty healing powers God had given her. But she was just EVE, closer to Noah’s dove than any sort of angel, but she didn’t feel like a dove either.

He wasn’t responding to her call. She couldn’t take it. “WALL-E!” she screamed at her top volume. Still no answer. She kept calling while she held him close, as if that alone would keep him with her.

Everybody on the Lido Deck started towards the exit, and EVE finally snapped back into reality. They were on Earth. She had a directive to complete.

“Move!”

#31

That really expanded the moment. :smiley: Really great job, keep it up. I loved EVE’s comparison of herself to an angel and to Noah’s dove. It was brilliant. I never realized how much the movie resembled in a way to Noah’s Ark.

#32

Thanks. More where that came from. ^^

WALL-E (SPOILERS)
Define Weather
K

72 degrees and sunny. It was always that way on the Axiom. 72 degrees and sunny. That was supposed to be the perfect weather. It was supposed to make the world that was the Axiom the perfect place to live. For most people, this plan was an incredible success

Captain McCrea looked out the window of his bridge into that world, and for the first time realized how boring it was.

“Rain,” his computer had told him. “Also known as precipitation. A weather pattern during which droplets of water fall from clouds in the sky that they were formerly evaporated into.” The definition was accompanied by several pictures, including a few with humans in them. Most of those humans seemed displeased by the rain, and he couldn’t figure out why. The computer told him rain wasn’t usually toxic when he asked if it was. What was the problem?

It got him looking at more types of weather. Snow, wind, hail, humid, the list went on and on. The more he learned about Earth, the more alien it felt to him, and yet the more fascinating it sounded. As he looked out that window, he imagined the Lido Deck experiencing different kinds of weather. He imagined their faces upon seeing something so peculiar. But McCrea, being the logical fellow he was, having never really imagined much before, and not knowing of any weather modification system aboard the Axiom, moved the setting of his imagination to a place where the odd conditions made sense. The only option was Earth.

The imagination is a great source of dreams. He looked over at his shelves, at the globe and model of the Axiom there, and it got him dreaming more.

So he went over and picked them up.