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#41

Eek! Once again, I forgot to update here. Sorry. ^^; Here’s a new fic.

WALL-E
Axiom
K
WALLEVE
Still spoilers.

Everything about EVE was beautiful, WALL-E believed. Even the path she took to come to his lonely little planet was. But had she ever even seen her own path? He tried to wake her up to look at the world outside her ship, but he failed. Still, she was safe, and he was with her, so he could relax for a little while and just look at the stars.

He felt something as he charged himself from the Sun, and as he saw the distant galaxies, and as he touched the rings of Saturn. It reminded him of when he had first found that old beat up Hello Dolly! tape all those years ago, and yet it was stronger than even that.

There was something deeper inside of him than his life before this adventure. A part of him had always known that, and yet only now was he really understanding what his favorite song meant when it talked about the outside world. But at the same time, he didn’t understand at all.

WALL-E had been dreaming this whole time and had never realized it. Those dreams reached beyond that sun and beyond those galaxies and beyond those rings and beyond anything he had ever thought of before. There was something incredibly special and beautiful inside of him, and it was a whole new puzzle for him. He had just solved the last one, and now he was once again confused about who he was.

But none of that mattered. He just wanted to be near her. And while he might never have truly realized it, he was brighter than all those stars.

#42

Wow, Netbug… I can’t believe I missed this topic. These stories are just… nothing short of amazing, and they’re just so beautiful. Do you write outside this board, too? I even combined the last fic your wrote here with a song from WALL•E, and I have to say it just fit perfectly.

I’ve checked very few topics in this thread and I’m only just now going through them. Little did I know that stories such as these awaited me. One thing is for sure, I’m glad that I looked here. Words can’t even describe how great these are. It’s taken me this long to realize that: “Not everyone can become a great artist. But a great artist can come from anywhere.” I finally realize how right Ego is.

This may just be the music playing that’s making me say such things, but it’s definitely what I believe I want to say. I’d also like to give a big thanks to you, Netbug. These stories are just spectacular and have definitely sparked my interest into fan fics - something that I never really thought about reading more in-depth. I think you can say you’ve gained a fan today. Netbug, if you ever write more… I’d love to read them.

#43

o.o Wow. I’m honored to hear my fics touched somebody that much. Thank you. :slight_smile: I’ glad I got you interested in fanfics too! Their wonderful things. The WALL-E fans over on Livejournal are especially good fanficcers. ^^

And what do you mean “if”? I’ addicted to one shot writing. I’m not sure I could quit if I tried. xD In fact, I have a few more here.

If anybody liked EVE’s Special Trait, this one’s probably their type.

WALL-E
Attempting a Hobby
K
Spoilers.

WALL-E absolutely hated pencils.

Well, no, he didn’t hate them. They seemed to help EVE sometimes, after all. Not to mention the humans found them quite useful. It was when he had to pick one up that it drove him crazy. The little wooden stick didn’t fit well in his hands, and it took him forever to get it at an angle he could use. But, sadly, even if he was still along on Earth and therefore wouldn’t have the issue with ruining somebody’s property (he also wouldn’t have EVE, and he liked the humans, so he wasn’t complaining) he couldn’t write with his laser this time. There was simply too much he was writing this time.

What WALL-E was attempting to write was something he had heard some of the humans talking about the other day. They used a lot of words he didn’t understand and hadn’t heard any other humans use before. He did, however, get enough to hear of something that sounded fun and had to do with his favorite movie of all time. What had th humans called this again?

…Oh, right. “Fan fiction.”

He finally got the pencil right and began writing. From a grammatical standpoint, EVE would later be figuring out the best way to let him down lightly without all out lying to him. His sentences were completely fragmented and missing importing connecting words, though for somebody who only spoke in one word at a time and wasn’t built with a supercomputer in him it could have been a lot word. Cornelius + Irene. Walking. Hands. …Now what? He didn’t know what to write next. What did that mean? Those humans he had heard taking sounded like their stories had been much longer than his was. Did he do it wrong? He thought hard, trying to figure out where to go next with it. Park. Flowers. Pretty. That sounded nice, but… It was still so short sounding… Walking. More. Still hands. Hmm…

“Hmm…” WALL-E stroked a nonexistent beard (nonexistent chin, for that matter) and rolled away from the swinging rack in the truck he was using for a desk. He rolled back and forth for a bit. The movie in his story was on the television for a mix of background noise and inspiration. After a moment, he held a finger up in the air. “Aha!” He quickly rolled back over to his “desk” and started writing like mad, as if the words were flowing out of his pencil too fast for him to control. “Uhhuh… uhhuh…oooh…”

The pencil fell out of his hands mid thought. He panicked, and quickly began to attempt grasping it again. Somehow, WALL-E had found something harder for him to do within the confines of his own house than hanging onto the spaceship as it launched.

30 minutes later, when he finally got the pencil positioned like it had been before, he eagerly put it to the paper once again.

Nothing happened.

WALL-E had completely lost his train of thought. He simply sulked, discouraged. It was at this point he quit. Not one to easily give up, he could have kept going if he wanted to, but he didn’t feel he was having enough fun that it was worth the effort he was putting in. Fan fiction just wasn’t for him.

Or…maybe it wasn’t him, and those humans were just weird.

…Nah.

#44

WALL-E
Perspective
K+
Spoilers.

EVE just stared and stared at the WALL-E graveyard.

Hundreds, no, thousands of WALL-E’s brother models were spread across the landscape in various positions and phases of working. She had to look away. They all just looked so much like him, and images of almost losing her WALL-E flashed before her eyes because of it. There was one that was crushed. There was one that looked like it’s chip had fried. She wished she could rewind and never find this place to begin with. It was as if pain was attacking her eyes with every pixel her camera brought to her audio recognition systems. She couldn’t destroy any of it either. Not only would it feel like sooting at him again, something she still regretted from the times she was so ignorant, but WALL-E somehow bore this pain frequently to keep going. At least, until new parts could start being manufactured for him again anyway. The Axiom’s captain had promised he was working on that for the little hero.

Frequently. Her own word hit her. How could he stand this pain more than once? If it was this painful for her, what must the pain be for the being who had to watch them die and leave him there? He had been so incredibly deprived of what a human life should have, which his was a mirror of. Didn’t it hurt? Wasn’t he bitter? Both were stupid questions. An easy yes and no. But why were they yes and no? Why did he keep going with this pain like nothing was wrong? He’d always smile at her unless she was in danger. He’d always dance and sing and be the joy of her life when she had nothing else, which is what it felt like for a bit when her directive had fallen apart into the most beautiful yet confusing shards one could find. But how could he? How could he give up even more for her, after all of this?

But…maybe he didn’t look at it that way. When he made sacrifices for her, he seemed so happy about it, and while she didn’t quite understand it, she felt the same when she gave something up to him. They were both there, both alive, even after all the chaos that had almost torn the apart.

That thought made it possible for her, despite being on the grounds of a great tragedy, to smile.

But it still hurt, and she still wanted to leave.

So she did.

But she’d be okay when she got home, because he wasn’t one of them.

#45

Okay, so, this is a REALLY old fic. Actually, I wrote this one, like Her Thorn, before I saw the movie.

spoilers in the rest of this author’s note

See, when watching the trailers, I noticed WALL-E carrying around EVE’s arm, so i made this theory that they had gotten separated and he had to get her arm back to her and it turned out to be totally wrong, but the fic I wrote based on the theory was still kinda sweet, so I kept it, and here it is.

WALL-E
Rescue Weapon
K+
Spoilers.

EVE acted like it had been some big deal for WALL-E to get her arm back to her, but WALL-E didn’t feel like it was.

In fact, it was nothing at all; like a walk in the park Okay, so maybe it was a bit hard. Try being chased by the entire Axiom crew with nothing but a bunch of reject robots backing you up. It’s not a walk in the park at all. It’s a run in the space station. A run in the space station and a walk in the park have basically nothing in common. But despite logic stating that his mission had been hard, he didn’t feel like he had done anything special. In fact, the truth was, he had enjoyed it.

Because he was holding her hand the whole way through.

#46

I can’t really say anything about that except for: :slight_smile: .

#47

You still posses the touch of a writer NetBug…all of your writing take me to the place and the emotions of the characters.

Review-9.5/10

#48

Aw, that was a sweet short story, Netbug. Wow, you impress me with every fic you write. I love the last line.

#49

I’m glad you guys like them. Thank you. ^^

We’re having a little ficathon over at the LJ WALL-E fanfic comm right now, so expect a lot for a few days. ^^

WALL-E
Better Dreams
K+
Spoilers.

There he was, beyond the blue lights that projected him in the air. He was concerned for her. He protected her from the rain. He made sure she was safe.

He loved her.

She finally understood him, and it was terrifying. A similar situation to being woken up from a long sleep and realizing everything you thought your life was never really happened. Only it felt like waking up from a nightmare, which only scared her more. To think that something as chaotic and confusing as this was what she wanted more than her former, comfortable, organized life scared her because it meant she had no idea who or what she was anymore. Was she still a robot, somehow being able to understand such a human concept? Was she human, but simply made of metal and not skin?

But no matter how much she thought about all the chaotic situations she was surely getting herself into, she couldn’t pull her fingers apart. She couldn’t stop staring at the video. And quickly, but it felt so slow and overdue in her mind, one word started taking over all her doubts and confusion and fear. She sighed that name affectionately, and pushed the grogginess away like a bad aroma. Somehow, thought she didn’t know who she was, he did. Somehow, that was enough to bring one fact about herself into the light immediately.

She loved him too.

#50

WALL-E
A113
K+
Spoilers.

There was a part of her that didn’t want to face him.

It was Auto’s life-song, a simple 4 letters. Too simple, just like Auto. Simply dangerous, also like Auto. It was the reason she had watched him fall down the trash chute, eyes wide and unable to save him or even move until her repair ward controls were pressed and she fell into two kinds of darkness.

It was the only thing keeping her away from him now that she had realized what he had been trying to say. She still didn’t understand it completely, but she wanted it with everything in her all the same.

Despite all this, it was also the reason she didn’t want to face him. It was the reason she wanted to run and hide, crying to herself about her own-life song. It was so much longer, and so much more complicated. For this, she envied Auto.

Because they were the same, but his song took up less hard drive space. Auto had attacked him for the sake of the directive. So had she, back on Earth. Auto had put his soulless orders before the feelings of those around him. So had she, to him, with orders from the same confused human. It didn’t matter that her and Auto were for opposite causes. No cause is good if you do it by being a hateful to the world and only for the sake of being right.

She was A113.

But even as she thought about all of this, she was calling out his name. She was still so selfish, wanting him to continue to chase her. Calling for him to come and once again stare at her with his strange eyes, so different and beyond hers, that made her song something that wasn’t a complete mess for about ten seconds before the guilt set in again. And she just kept calling and calling as she was lifted by the giant robots that were just like him but nothing like him at all into a cube right next to him.

He was hurt. She remembered now. That memory was enough to push away all the guilt and self-pity and send her into a mix of panic and determination that she couldn’t comprehend as she almost blew herself up to get out of her position and go help him. It was time to stop being A113.

It was time to give him something back.

#51

WALL-E
Boxes
K
Spoilers.

WALL-E was the world’s slowest packer. He would stop on almost every item he packed and messed with it for a little before sadly putting it into a box, as if parting with a good friend for a while. Though EVE couldn’t help have compassion for WALL-E whenever he wasn’t happy, a small part of her was rolling her eyes internally at what she felt was overreacting a little. After all, this had been his idea.

In fact, WALL-E had insisted. With humans starting to build real homes that were a good double the size of the truck even for one human, WALL-E couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. No matter what EVE said, he had thoroughly convinced himself that he was not providing well for EVE by having them both cramped up in the truck. EVE could easily tell when it was one of those few times that the trash compactor’s choice was beyond even her persuasive reach, so she went along with it. WALL-E was more attached to the truck than she was anyway. She didn’t feel the need for a new home, but it didn’t bother her.

EVE finished packing the few things she had, a grand total of one box, and flew over to WALL-E, helping him pack. She felt a little bad for it, noticing the worry in WALL-E’s eyes over if she would pack things properly (EVE wasn’t sure she’d ever understand WALL-E’s collection system) though he wouldn’t dare say anything. It flattered her how much he’d put her needs first, though she sometimes wished he’d be a bit less tense. Some days she couldn’t help wonder if he ever felt afraid of her, like she was going to leave him if he ever complained.

“Sorry,” EVE said, backing away from the box in an attempt to show that this was not the case. She wasn’t really sure if this had helped, however, because he simply switched to a different worry. A stronger worry. The “EVE is upset” worry was about a billion times worse than the “collection is disorganized” worry, and she immediately regretted her tactic when WALL-E went into a sort of emergency situation mode.

That’s what she got for being so incredibly hypocritical. She wasn’t good at simply coming out and saying things to him either. It was in no small part owed to the fact that she had no practice at this, since he was the world’s greatest EVE mind reader. For example, he was now pushing the box towards her. A confused expression overcame her.

“Okay,” he said, with one of those completely genuine eyes-only smiles that made her defenses fall off like old snake skin. “Help.”

She paused, looking at the box as if it was going to eat her in the best way. When WALL-E trusted you with his collection, it always meant something. The more and more time they spent together the more and more steps he’d take in this area, reaching towards the collection being an equal possession to both of them. EVE’s eyes went into happy slits and she went back over to the box, carefully putting items into it.

As predicted, things got packed a lot more quickly. Half was because EVE was just a faster bot than WALL-E, and the other half was that WALL-E got so busy staring at EVE that he stopped focusing on playing with his knick knacks and packed more quickly himself at the times when he didn’t pause to simply stare. EVE noticed out of the corner of her eye, and couldn’t help but giggle at how smitten WALL-E was by her doing something as mundane as packing boxes. This simply made the bot sigh and sink deeper on his tracks.

The farther they got into the packing process, the more positives EVE thought of about going to a new home. They’d be farther into town, closer to where the humans and other robots they had become such good friends with lived. It would be larger, which meant more of those friends could come in at once.

Plus, their current home had a huge hole in the roof.

Oops.

#52

Wow, Netbug009! I’m sorry I didn’t comment earlier, but all your ‘puppies’ are amazing! I loved how you write the characters’ POV from scenes of the movie with such beauty and poignancy! :smiley:

There’s so many good ones, I don’t know which to pick as my favourite. I hope to give reviews for each of them when I can find the time, because they deserve it. I noticed the last line of every story always has a twist or a single-sentence summary that ties back to the beginning in some way.

I hope this doesn’t sound too flattering, but you’re one of the best Wall-E fanfic writers I’ve seen! (Le_chocolat’s another one, but I can’t make a comparison, cos’ she’s better at writing longer stories, while you’re better at writing short ones!)

I’ve favourited you on Fanfiction, so I hope to see more Wall-E treats in the future! :wink:

#53

Netbug, your mini-fanfics are treats for my eyes to read and my mind to absorb. I love how your words flow to paint a picture in the reader’s mind about the robots’ feelings within.

That was just one of the many great and beautiful sentences you wrote that I thought was clever.

It’s hard to pick, but my favorite of those last three would be Boxes. It’s so cute! I love how WALL-E loves his stuff so much, he’s a slow packer. But it’s really nice how they worked faster together. I loved the opening and the closing, and everything in between. It is such a smilemaker.

I still also liked Better Dreams. It’s so profound and deep, and the expressions used in it are wonderfully original. I loved reading about EVE discovering that she had feelings for WALL-E.

And A113. I liked how EVE was struggling and being mixed-up by her feelings and directive, and comprehending what’s right and what’s wrong, and comparing herself to AUTO.

You are like a writing wizard! :smiley:

#54

Thanks for the compliments, guys! I’m glad you like them. A lot of people seemed to like Boxes the most out of those three. It’s the one I had the most fun writing too. ^^

OMIGOSH FELLOW BOLT FAN! (offers thedriveintheatre a high five of fully awesomeness)

WALL-E
Brontophobia
K
Spoilers

The EVE probe was a sophisticated piece of reconnaissance technology; sleek, yet built to withstand any kind of weather.

But that didn’t mean she had seen any kind of weather. In fact, humans hadn’t seen natural water, and therefore clouds, since many years before she’d been manufactured. Due to this, a great error was overlooked when the probe was being designed.

EVE was a floating lightning rod.

“Evah!” On the first dark, cloudy day in a while, WALL-E pushed EVE out of the way of a bolt, getting shocked himself.

“WALL-E!”

Of course, he was fine, having been hit by the same natural disaster multiple times before, which he told EVE. But despite this, she still carried him back to the truck and once there began looking over him in a frenzy. As she checked him over, she asked him questions about how he felt. “Okay,” he replied several times. Finally, he took EVE’s hand pithily. She froze. “Evah.”

“…Okay?” she asked, loosening slightly. The question was quite rhetoric sounding.

“Okay,” he replied anyway.

EVE calmed down the rest of the way with a sigh, and squeezed WALL-E’s hand back. Their fingers with intertwined moments later, but a quick glare passed EVE’s features. “Worried,” she scolded.

“Sorry,” WALL-E replied with warm eyes, much to EVE’s dismay. He wasn’t sorry for the part of it she wanted him to be sorry for. She gave up. WALL-E’s overly self-sacrificial attitude was something she loved about him anyway.

Older lights blinked from static discharge as thunder boomed directly overhead. EVE’s hand squeezed tighter, but she couldn’t help melting slightly when the gesture was returned and WALL-E leaned his head against her. How odd, she thought. Normally, love seemed to make her feel more emotion. But with WALL-E here, and safe, EVE found herself unable to have fear.

#55

WALL-E
Centerpiece
K+
Spoilers

She is the only one who spends more than minutes in the park during the snowy winter, and legend is she has done that as long as anybody can remember. Sometimes she skips days, but never will more than a week go by without her floating to the heights of the giant tree in the center of the foliage.

She runs her white fingers gently across the naked branches, a deep look of love and nostalgia across her face that nobody of the current generation can understand. It’s a silent cry that only he could understand if the town could even remember his name.

It was, and always will be their tree, changing with the seasons just as he changed her. But change is also why he is never with her on those winter days. For a moment, a whimper echoes through the empty pathways for that double edged sword, but there is also a feeling of happy remembrance in the probe bot. Happy. She has a program to show that. One she was never supposed to get, but she has it all the same. It is when her eyes are pushed up slightly into sideways crescents.

She never comes through the exit gate without that program.

#56

WALL-E
Malfunction
K
Spoilers

WALL-E was the strangest robot Hal had ever met. He was certain, even before WALL-E wasn’t the last other being on Earth, that he would never meet a robot weirder than WALL-E. The bot was malfunctioning to the max on a constant basis, stopping his job to look at every little thing that looked interesting. Then he would bring them to his makeshift home and watch the strangest movie while sorting it in a way that somehow made sense to him.

But that was not the strangest thing about WALL-E. Not by far.

The strangest thing was that he actually dreamed.

The robot would mumble as he slept (which he didn’t need to do anyway) and sometimes move slightly. A lot of nights, Hal would momentarily be waken by the sound of revving motors, and would find WALL-E in a variety of positions. Sometimes, he’d roll over onto the top of his cubed form, and panic in the morning when he thought his head was stuck in his body. Sometimes, he move forward off of his bed slightly, and end up rolling too far forward the next day, hitting the other shelf and causing something to land on his head. Sometimes, and this had gotten more common of late, he’d simply clasp his hands together and sigh in his sleep.

Of course, dreams also made room for nightmares, as Hal soon learned. One night, WALL-E shook constantly, warbling sadly in his sleep. Eventually, the cockroach realized what was wrong, and would go over to WALL-E, sleeping on his solar panels in the best attempt at comforting the bot he could muster.

After all, he liked WALL-E strange. His strangeness was why he had taken Hal in to begin with.

#57

WALL-E
Priorities
K
Spoilers

For the entire day, M-O had been following WALL-E around for the good of the Axiom. Foreign contaminants were taught to him as being dangerous to the passengers. It made his job important, and he liked his job. A lot.

And he’d finally caught up to the filthy bot, but instead of pulling out all the stops that 100% contamination deserved, he found himself defying his program to be as fast as possible and using his softest brush. Without even realizing it, his priorities had taken a slight tun.

What was that word? It wasn’t used anymore, but it still seemed to apply perfectly…Oh! Right! “Friend”!

Friend. n. A person one knows, likes, and trusts.

Huh. He’d never had one of those before. How cool was this?

(Definition courtesy of Webster.)

#58

Review-9.5/10

its extemely hard to put in words the way you write…i wish my family would like to read your stories. It brightens my day every time i read it…thank you.

#59

Aw, I love the emotion of EVE in the first two. I enjoyed the light-hearted second two- M-O realizing he is a friend to WALL-E, and Hal liking WALL-E because he was different. You are an artist with words, Netbug. :smiley:

#60

I could hug you all right now. Seriously. Thank you so epically much for voting for me in the PPAs! Or if you didn’t, thanks for reading my stuff, and everybody deserves hugs anyway, especially around Christmas. :slight_smile:

Avatar fans like this one if they catch the parallels.

WALL-E
As Time Passes
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Spoilers

Auto had almost crushed him. Auto had almost stopped EVE from something she cared about. Auto had tried to hurt the Captain who was trying to help EVE. But even knowing all of these things, WALL-E couldn’t help but be a bit sad when he learned Auto had been deactivated. He’d been told not to awaken Auto under any circumstances, and he complied, though he would still sometimes enter the old Captain’s room when exploring the now library of a star liner.

Had Auto always been the robot he had met? He wondered from the moment A113 was explained to him. Was there a time when he was nice? When he had been as nice as the Captain? As time passed, did his directive get stronger, and therefore he get worse?

WALL-E, more than anybody else in the colony, appreciated relationships. He’d been fully awake for all his time doing the same thing over and over. He’d known what it was like to have so little around him to interact with. And while he loved his pet Hal, it wasn’t the same as a fellow robot.

He couldn’t help but sigh at the deactivated wheel. What if they had met in a different time or place? What if the circumstances had been different between them?

Maybe, they could have even been friends?