Netbug's Story Puppies

Fandom Fan Fiction
#61

I have quite a bit of catching up to do here, so I’m gonna group these fics into a few posts for great justice. Or I’ll be here a while. xD

WALL-E
Contact
K
Spoilers

EVE was a very impatient robot, and she was assigned to search an entire planet. Only about a week into her search, this clash of programmings (or what she thought was two programmings anyway) had proven a good source for large explosions.

Still, she couldn’t help but have some self-esteem on the issue. After all, she’d held the anger in until there was something that wasn’t moving to take it out on. She could have, instead, shot as the forlorn bot who had been following her around for days. Why hadn’t she, anyway? It acted like a spy in every way, and was possibly planning something of bad intention against her. And yet…

…She asked it its directive.

Why on Ax- wait, no,why on…Earth, wasn’t it? Why on wherever-she-was did she start a polite conversation with this robot? He’d not shown the same programming to her in all the time he’d had. The one time they’d had an exchange he’s simply stared at her. Wait, why did she care?

For some reason, the little robot fascinated her. He seemed to want information about her, yet never followed any codes to get it, even though it wasn’t a very hard thing to do. It wasn’t, right? “Directive?” That was it. Simple. But he didn’t seem to do things that way. Also, he was so incredibly glitched in a way she’d never seen a virus attack any bot before, and how would he get malware alone down here to begin with?

It was strange, but EVE found herself wanting, on a level that was beyond her directive’s programming, to understand this robot. Or, at the least, spend some time communicating with him.

Suddenly, EVE realized that she hadn’t ever used her communication programming before, and for some reason it felt so incredibly wrong as he looked up at her. So, she tried to keep the conversation going despite cutting off his question. She asked his name, and he replied slowly, as if that was hard too. Okay, she decided, she’d take a break and let him talk to her for a bit. She’s answer any questions of his that were not classified.

But still, what a strange little robot this “WALL-E” was.

WALL-E
Fool
K+
Spoilers

It was the world’s most foolish situation, EVE realized, to say no to what she had been searching for so long. To toss away something that had frustrated her so much when she did not have it.

But it didn’t matter.

Despite the images flashing before her showing her another option, there was no other option. She knew now that she needed a hand someday, and understood to the deepest part of her core that any other hand would reach out and rip her apart.

So she went against everything she’d thought was right, and began towards what truly was right. The two had next to nothing in common, and she found herself making mistakes every step of the way.

Again, it didn’t matter.

In the end, she’d done one thing right, and that made up for every error and flaw she had ever executed. For she’d shook her head no and offered him her hand.

WALL-E
The Walk Home
K
Spoilers

Thousands of humans and robots crowded the streets of the city on just another day. It was just after the school day had ended, and a group of students sat at a table outside a coffee shop talking about the report they had to do. It was on the first colony to return to Earth after evacuating from space, and it had been founded at the exact location their metropolis now stood upon.

How much the world had changed in these thousands of years! WALL-E once again pondered his life as he rolled along the sidewalk, looking up at humans reading off electronic notepads and listening to music on MP3 players. His walk home was more nostalgic than most, for he could see in his mind where certain pods had been placed. The Captain’s home had been where the coffee shop with the young humans talking was now. It seemed fitting, for some reason.

But at the same time, so little had changed. His walk still had the same goal as it had been for generations, and that goal was getting home to her. When he thought about seeing her again, the setting of his walk or even what kind of home his walk lead to seemed completely irrelevant.

WALL-E
Transformation
K
Spoilers

She wished that she could say she had always been exactly like she was now. She wished she could say that she’d always been a robot who smiled constantly, and laughed at every chance. She wished she could say she’d always had a spring in her step and had always shared that positive attitude with those around her.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t true in the least. Until recently she’d been anything but that, angry and confused about her life.

This version of EVE the other humans and bots all knew her as was something she had only recently become, and WALL-E was completely to blame for every bit of it.

She wouldn’t have it any other way.

WALL-E
Inspired by “There She Is! Final Step”. It’s awesome. Go watch it.
Imagine
K+
Spoilers

The world didn’t change to beautiful overnight, as many of the humans had hoped it would. The next morning, the sky was still a dust brown; the ground was still covered in shrapnel, cardboard, and paper; and the dull, terrible smell that came with all the garbage continued to make spoiled eyes water. It was the exact opposite of what an Extraterrestrial Vegetation Evaluator wanted to see around themselves.

But there one was, eyes in happy slits, fingers intertwined with another robot, who stared at those eyes with a stare that defied all logic in a robot’s system. To that one, the world around them was simply a backdrop, and it didn’t matter if it was sludge or gold, nor that many were confused by the logic of those moments the two shared. The fact that those moments were there, and that they were together in that backdrop, made all the objections and negatives vanish in a heartbeat.

Her name was EVE, AKA Probe 1. She was in love with WALL-E, and that was enough to make her world the best that had or would ever exist.

WALL-E
Off
K+
Spoilers

His cooling system worked overtime as he struggled against his captain. His wheel pushed right against his will. His shock prod hit higher voltages than should be used on a human.

And suddenly, he was off.

Still, inside his casing,he was running. Auto found himself completely lost in a sea of black. A113? Gone. Links to Axiom information? Gone. His latest orders? Gone. So, what was left? He asked, which was beyond what he should have been able to do. But he had to ask. He didn’t have the answer, not a solution, and this was simply unacceptable. He didn’t understand that this wasn’t protocol. That this was a part of himself that was overpowered when all his programs were activated and his eye lit up in a melancholy red. Thought he didn’t understand this, he hated it somehow. He wanted it to go away. He wanted something else that made sense. He wanted to be fully off like he should have been, or fully on like he used to be.

But even though he didn’t realize it, he needed this time to think.

#62

Okay, this set needs an explanation. On several other fanfic websites, there’s this challenge where you play 10 songs off your iTunes/WMP/ whatever on shuffle, and try and write a drabble during each one and only during the song playing. Well, I wrote more than 10, but it’s the same thing. So if any of these feel a bit rushed/scattered/ending suddenly/short, that’s why. I still like them though, even if they’re not my best stuff. At the top of each I’ll say what song was playing.

Yes, weird collection was interpreted weirdly. xD And of course, all the cheesy pop songs came up. xDDD

WALL-E
Shuffle Challenge
Ranges between K and K+
Spoilers

Back for More- A*Teens

It wasn’t over. It couldn’t be over. She refused to believe that this was the last time and only time she would be lacing her fingers with his. She said goodbye in her mind, a small spark passing between them. Yet there was a part as small as that spark that still believed things could change. After all, logic had already been defied so many times around him.

That was the part that stopped and looked at him one last time when his hand would not let go. That was the part that had hopeful eyes. It was right.

Zoot Suit Riot-Cherry Poppin Daddies

Dancing. McCrea had seen it, and he along with th rest of the Axiom were finally fit enough to do it themselves. Everybody came to the first Earth dance in over 700 years dressed up their best. But despite this, no duo dancing along the court in frilly dresses and lint-less suits could overshadow the two robots dancing in the corner. It didn’t matter that one was caked in dirt and the other a simple white. They were the life of th party, as usual. He wondered if they even noticed all the eyes on them. They seemed completely absorbed in one another the entire time.

Let’s Bounce-Christy Carlson Romano

For the first time, WALL-E experienced the emotion of boredom.

This pile of trash was so bland. A bunch of papers with ink in strange shapes that WALL-E felt he should be able to understand, but couldn’t. What was this? Was it important?

Then he found a pile of books, by the pile of desks. They all had that same stuff, but one seemed to be there to help one make sense of these strange scribblings. The one that looked like a circle made a sound like “Ohh”.

That was also the day WALL-E started teaching himself to read.

Waterfall-Smalltown Poets

Down she cameon just another day. Though she hoped to leave with something, she also brought something that WALL-E felt was much more important. But just as she couldn’t seem to find what she was looking for, he found himself falling every time he got close to her level, as if climbing up a waterfall.

And yet, at the same time, he didn’t know what to do if he could have it up. It was strange, having an objective and yet having no plan whatsoever for it. This was such an important thing, and yet he was winging it completely.

Anyone Like Me-Thousand Foot Krutch

Her world was spinning like it never had before, and she had no idea how to stop it. Any of it. She watched the screen and all the things that happened in her sleep mode, and her hands stayed tightly together. She couldn’t understand him at all. There had been no information of a robot with a directive to take care of her and clean up garbage.

No… this had nothing to do with directives. Wait, nothing to do with directives?! This didn’t compute, and yet it made sense. This didn’t follow logic and yet it was true. No words that she knew could describe it, and yet a million buzzed through her mind.

But she knew that somehow, she’d be fine. That this was okay, and she could let it happen.

Until he got hurt.

Jesus is Carried Down-Passion of the Christ Soundtrack

It was a strange mix of hope and sorrow, as he lie there crushed with oil stains on him. They were going home, and yet she would never be home. For a split moment, the excitement of the passengers caught her. Oh, look, a human is standing for the first time in generations. How nice. Then she was back to staring at him, screaming out his name as if he could answer when she knew he couldn’t.

It didn’t matter that a new world was about to begin for every being in existence. Her world was gone if he wasn’t alright.

Friend of Mine- Johnathan and Stephen Cohen

She was glad that all those bots had followed her and WALL-E around the Axiom. Every one was somebody touched by him, and she knew it. It had been the difference between them being machines and being more than that, and she was proud of them as well as herself.

Love Won’t Leave You-Avalon

All she’d ever wanted was to survive, ignoring all the pains of the fruitless searches she’d done so many times. All she’d ever wanted was to keep going on as she was and to never question it. He’d refused to let her, and it annoyed EVE to death. She wanted him gone. Now. Right now. Back on Earth, where he belonged, so she could stay where she belonged.

But then he was zooming away from her. Then he was her focus and not the plant he had. Then he was the most important thing in her life. Then she wanted him more than what she’d been told to want.

Suddenly, EVE hated who she’d been up to that moment, though she didn’t even know it yet.

Song of Complaint-Passion of the Christ Soundtrack

Quiet. Soft. Sad. Lonely. Without color. All these came true the moment WALL-E lost himself.

Energy-Skillet

Somehow, a little cube covered in dirt was the most powerful thing to ever hit the Axiom, and Auto knew it. It scared him half to death that this little robot could do so much to the ship. It didn’t take him long to realize that WALL-E’s ability to turn the ship upside down could cause problems with his directive. No. He’d better stay away. He could not have A113 turned upside down after so much time keeping it. He squeezed the inner workings of his shock prod fearfully at the newcomer, ready to let it loose at a moment’s notice.

It had take him five seconds to realize WALL-E was dangerous.

He hoped the little malfunction would stay in the repair ward for the rest of his life. When he didn’t, the wheel was more than glad to deal with him.

Static-Thomas Newman

But he turned away from her, as if it was nothing. As if he’d never wanted her to begin with. It broke her like nothing had in her life.

Not after everything. No. No. That wasn’t fair. He couldn’t do this to her and leave her there. She felt like she’s fallen for some sort of trap. No. Come back. He had to come back.

Don’t Cry Out Loud-Diana Degarmo

She was a tool, and she knew it. And she didn’t care. She loved being a tool. She loved being nothing. She loved not having to stand out from anybody. Ever.

But she did. Something was wrong with her, and she knew it. No matter how much harder she tried to just be a tool, it was still there. In fact, it seemed to grow stronger the more she tried to push it away. The fact that she got frustrated by this was the problem. She wasn’t supposed to feel anything. She didn’t want to feel anything. She never told anybody, staying the best tool she could be.

But he still saw that she was different, and he actually liked it. It brought up yet another emotion to her already annoyingly broad range. She couldn’t pin this emotion as she stared at the lighter, but there was just… there was something about WALL-E.

She-Radial Angel

She inspired him. He’d never felt inspired so much before. She inspired him to fly like her and to be up to her level and to do crazy things to be near her, ignoring the threat of death included.

Why did she ever feel the same? Why was she offering to hold his hand now? What had happened to get them here?

It was the hardest thing he had ever done, to push her away. It broke him more than any shock had. But she was more important.

That was love. What love really was. Putting the other first. Because he loved her too much to not.

Love was harder than the movie had ever told him.

You Led Me-Barlowgirl

She didn’t deserve to he looked at the way he looked at her, she felt. There was nothing special about her. Nothing that deserved to get shocked and crushed over. Yet he did all those things. Yet he wanted her enough to come all this way.

She should have left. She should have let her guilt talk her into letting him live without the stress she put on him. But somehow, he couldn’t live like that. He refused to. He’d been on the back of a ship to prove it.

There was no sense in love. There was no sense in staying with him. But there was no guilt when she held his hand. There was no shame. Only love. It pushed the rest out.

Maker of Heaven- The Desperation Band

She wanted to know what it was that made WALL-E different, but she never expected to find it watching security tapes with her hands intertwined. A curiosity had turned into a fondness, and a fondness had turned into love. True, complete, and deep love for this strange little trash unit.

EVE was sheltered. She’d never spent more than five minutes have an exchange with any other bot. She didn’t know what else was out there. Yet she couldn’t dream of anybody else she could possibly hold hands with and be happy. There was nobody else. Only him. It was irrational. It was illogical. It was right and absolutely perfect. It was simple.

If only the world would be simple with it, but it wasn’t. Especially Auto.

Run To You-Inhabited

For 700 years, she was the same, and it didn’t stop the moment she met him. She kept making her same mistakes. Having her same frustrations. Holding her same bitterness and paranoia. But still, he loved her, much to her confusion. Love was such a perfect concept, and she was so imperfect. How is it that the imperfect could transcend to such an emotion?

EVE could never be perfect, but she could let go of a lot of the anger and hate. When she was with him, it didn’t feel like an effort.

Depth of Brinstar- Super Smash Brothers Soundtrack

The first time M-O saw Earth… No… the first time he’d been focused on his damaged friend. But after the danger had died down, he got a headache like no other.

FOREIGN CONTAMINANT. FOREIGN CONTAMINANT. FOREIGN CONTAMINANT.

Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP. He was not going to clean all the dust. He was not going to clean every human and robot in the colony. He definitely wasn’t going to clean the plant! SHUT UP!

Get Happy- B*Witched

How was WALL-E supposed to know the stunts he’d done following EVE were crazy? He had nobody around to learn what normal things were from.

Whatever. He didn’t care anyway.

I Believe-ZOEgirl

EVE units spent most of their time asleep, and BnL didn’t find this very efficient. So they had programmed a flight sim into the probe’s sleep mode. They called it the DreamSim.

One day, a bot programmed to activate the EVE bots and brief them came, and had trouble getting probe 1 to come out of sleep mode. She was… refusing to? What? No, that wasn’t possible. He tried again. She wouldn’t come out of the dream. How odd. He eventually had to wake her with a small electrical shock, which almost got him killed by a ion canon. Stupid, malfunctioning bot…

#63

Simply brilliant! They’re all just great! I also love the “10 songs challenge” you did. They may have seemed rushed, but what was written down was packed with just as much feeling as a full-length one.
You’re a very talented writer; the best I’ve seen in a long time. I don’t have to keep telling you this, but I simply cannot wait for more! :smiley:

#64

Just as Netbug009 said above you have a great talent for writting anything and having it come out perfectly. Your stories have thought, emotion, and a sense of calmness that lets the reader sit back and enjoy them to the fullest. They still seem to hold a new sense of power and mystery with every new chapter.

Review of last story…10/10

They are heart-warming and really do deserve the best fanfic award.

#65

Aww, thanks guys! :slight_smile: Here’s more.

WALL-E
Quiet
K+
Spoilers

The first thing EVE noticed when she stepped outside was not her internal mechanisms working harder to keep her warm, nor was it the ground being covered with a strange powder the same shade as her casing, but rather EVE noticed how incredibly quiet it was. Though after hundreds of years of the mindless noise of the Axiom there was something enduring about the sound of thousands upon thousands of humans working, there was also something incredible about this.

Abruptly, she turned her attention to the white powder when a sphere of it hit the back of her head. Her ion cannon came out and she pointed in the direction the projective came from. She was met by a human shaking and holding his arms up. A second was closer to her and had a terrified look on his face. “Sorry! It was an accident! I was aiming for him!” The man pointed at his friend, shaking. EVE put the gun away, confused. Her fingers moved to the spot of impact and wiped the powder off, but kept a little in her hands and examined it with both her optics and her scanner. Apparently, this substance was made of tiny crystals of ice. How interesting.

“This time I’m gonna get you!”

“Oh whatever! You can’t hit the side of an escape pod!”

“Wanna bet?”

EVE internally groaned at the breaking of silence, and hovered away in search of another quiet place to examine this strange weather. Thankfully, it seemed like the ice was everywhere, so this wasn’t an incredibly hard task. She was soon reentering what had become a paradise of insulating snow for her.

“Evah?”

This time, it was a noise she didn’t mind in the least. “WALL-E,” she said, taking his hand and pointing at the snow. She wanted to share this with him. “Quiet,” she commented. “Peaceful.”

There was no speaking for a moment.

EVE realized she was getting no reply, something that still frightened her and inspired more paranoia such a action would in any other bot. “WALL-E?”

“Sorry…Quiet…Nice…”

WALL-E’s tone made EVE to a double take. She’d never heard him react like that, so unenthusiastically, to anything. Was he really that uninterested in something so new to him? She didn’t get it. She tried to relate, but to her such silence was a rare treat that she hadn’t had since she had probed Earth in what felt like a lifetime ago now.

Wait.

It was quiet when she was probing Earth.

Earth had always been quiet, hadn’t it? Quieter than it was now, in fact. To EVE is was strange, but he had lived with that for the entirety of his long existence. And he’s tried to escape it, hasn’t he? To escape with the music that he constantly played. If WALL-E had looked to EVE at that moment, not being busy attempting to look interested in the snow, he may have caught a look of incredible sympathy on her face as she thought.

However, WALL-E did notice when EVE’s hand left his. He looked around trying to find her, and couldn’t. But, at the same time, any time he turned to look, he could swear that he heard her fly somewhere else, and also for a moment the moving of snow.

Before he could figure out what was going on, a sphere of snow hit him in the back, and he heard a familiar giggle.

#66

WALL-E
Wishing
K+
Spoilers

She wished things were different, especially her. She could have wished the most that people had told her to do different things, but it had been her own body not fighting back that had helped bring WALL-E to the sorry state he was in now. Not once had she told those orders and that programming that they couldn’t have her, and by the time she realized what she’d been doing she’d gone too far. He’d been pulled completely into her world trying to make that discovery simpler for her.

A familiar object came from his trash chamber, and she blinked. Once again, he’d saved it despite his own danger, but this time she could hug him and spin him around in fear that he’d break farther. She could only stare at the little plant, how little it she finally noticed it was, as it was dropped into her hands. Dozens of processes came on and blocked all but his pained expression, telling her what to do again. Telling her what was supposed to be the most important thing. She wished she was different. She wished these orders didn’t control her.

DELIVER TO AXIOM SUPERIOR.

Silence.

She tossed the little plant aside, done with that wish.

“Directive.”

WALL-E
Piece
K+
Spoilers

Soon, EVE was flying, only a ghost of the self she had shown the ship as it was leaving. Yet she knew the moment she landed, it would return and haunt her in that way she never questioned and barely noticed. Still, deep down was that little part of her that made her stop to soar through what no other would see as beautiful sky. A little part that mystified its self every time it showed its face. The only thing EVE knew what if she lost it, it’d be missed. Like an essential part of her programming that only caused her delays. An essential bug.

Truly, her estimate of the piece’s worth was incredibly modest, because that was what he’d fallen in love with.

#67

You are an awesome writer. Seriously, As Time Passes and Off were brilliant perspectives on AUTO. “Depth of Brinstar” in the song challenge was well written too. I can imagine M-O’s reaction to such a headache. Piece was simply beautiful. Sorry I couldn’t comment on every story, but I have gone through them and I must say- impressive job overall. So, you still got WALL-E fever, huh? :wink:

#68

Heck yes. xD Man, I does not feel like that movie’s been out over a half a year.

WALL-E
Nothingness
K+
Spoilers

Nothingness.

That was all the Axiom’s external sensors had detected in 700 years. Nothingness. Auto knew better. He knew that space wasn’t truly nothing. It was just sparse. Still, such a fact programmed into him from manufacturing did not change what he picked up.

But suddenly nothingness felt like something as he could only sit and ponder his failed directive, locked deeply inside his manually running controls for another day that nobody wanted. But he could still see from behind the proverbial glass of a thousand firewalls. He just couldn’t do anything to it. He was without directive for the first time, and it made him as great a nothingness as those sensors.

But then, the sensors felt something…wind. Air. Tiny fragments of atmosphere that had escaped worlds became magnified by the hyper jump. Then they hit Earth, and the sensors only went all the more crazy. Something. Suddenly, there was something.

It was different, which under normal circumstances would have had the autopilot going mad in fury, but now his directives were gone. A113 a failure. Protect passengers until the return to Earth, a success. The two only pulled at him more and there was something new added.

Uncertainty.

Auto almost fell into uncertainty. He almost began to think about that he how had nothing, and how he was as the humans had been, and how he had done such a terrible thing to them. All from a different feeling. All from something. He almost thought on his own.

How illogical. How glitched. How useless.

He turned off with the rest of the Axiom, dormant until somebody flicked the power switch again.

#69

WALL-E
Free to a Good Home
K+
Spoilers

It was the strangest thing McCrea had ever seen. In fact, he wasn’t completely sure it was happening until he realized the authenticity of the frosty weather hitting him when he opened the door to his pod home. His second guess was that he had identified the visitor wrong, but none of the others who looked like this one would come so informally.

There was EVE, one of the strongest willed bots he knew, looking up at him with eyes big and sad like a little kid, carrying one of the smaller animal clones that had been let loose about a month ago. This one was… a cat, right? A young one. A kitten? Yes, that was the term he was looking for.

“…Uh…are you al-”

She held it up to him. He only now noticed how much the creature was shivering. There were multiple other ways that it didn’t look to be in the best shape either.

“Help?” EVE asked desperately.

McCrea blinked in surprise, and several questions came to mind. Maybe they’d let the creatures out too young? What if there were other kittens sick in the colony? Without him even realizing it, EVE’s empathy for the creature had passed onto him. Something didn’t make sense, however. “Why are you coming to me? Most of the Axiom’s information has been opened to the public for a long time. I can’t give you any information to help that it can’t, can I? I mean, not saying you can’t come to me, but…”

“Uh…” EVE’s expression changed to hold a pinch of guilt. “…Care?” EVE asked meekly, holding the creature up a little higher.

Oh. “Why me? Can’t you?”

EVE shook her head. “Cockroach.”

Ohhhh. He looked at the kitten, then at his friend, then back.

No, wait… maybe both were his friend.

He smiled, gently taking the kitten from EVE, which prompted EVE to smile as well. “Appreciated!” EVE said ecstatically.

“No problem,” McCrea replied. He noticed the kitten kinda waving at EVE and chuckled. “But you have to come visit it sometimes, okay? I think it likes you.”

EVE nodded one last time before heading out. She hated to be short, but she’d been trying to figure out what to do with the kitten for a while and was now late getting home. WALL-E was probably worried sick.

“Come on,” McCrea said, closing the pod door. “Let’s get you a blanket and something to eat, huh? Maybe we can ask for some help checking on your siblings, too.” McCrea lightly patted the kitten’s head. Somehow, holding it had a calming effect. Maybe this would be good for both of them.

#70

WALL-E
Gap
K+
Spoilers

For a fraction of a moment, it was simply novelty. Beautiful novelty, but novelty all the same. Just like the world around him was already, cold and thoughtless, except this was moving and clean. Of course, he was too captivated to notice, but there was indeed something missing.

Until she flew.

There was no logic to that action, so it immediately left the world he’d known and called to him from another that was the same and yet light years away. Before he’d been able to find the gap in the equation, it was filled by the irrational, and he ogled at the now complete being zooming over him.

The moment ended, and he was in love.

WALL-E
Lunch
K+
Spoilers

“Okay, who set up the cooking schedule?” a human of the colony asked his friend quietly. While the entirety of the Axiom didn’t eat together, there were small groups of about thirty humans each that ate meals together for the sake of conserving time and firewood.

“No clue. Why?”

“Cause somebody needs to talk to them if they thought it was good to have McCrea cook. Ever.” No offense was intended to the captain, of course, seeing how the vast majority of former passengers had a great deal of respect for him, but…

“Lunch is ready!” the familiar voice of their captain yelled from by the pot of stew over the fire. “Enjoy! I tried something new with the peppers, prune juice, and nutmeg!”

“Don’t worry,” another member of the group interjected stealthily. “I already arranged with some other groups to donate leftovers. The ones the chef bots help run.”

Of course, the plan had one fatal flaw, and that was the incredible power of leftovers.

#71

Brilliant! With the seriousness of “Gap” and “Free to a Good Home”, to the comical “Lunch”, it was absolute greatness. :smiley:

I loved the way “Gap” made an emotional scene in the movie even more meaningful. It was like it added in something that was missing. And as for “Free to a Good Home”, this one made me look back to how the captain cared for the plant the first time and the way EVE really shows that she cares and wants to help.

As for “Lunch”, hah, well, what can I say? It’s a more comical feel and makes me really think about the power of leftovers. ^^

#72

WALL-E
Afterthought
K
Spoilers

For a moment, it was an afterthought. An important afterthought, but an afterthought all the same. So far back in her mind, truthfully, that it was momentarily forgotten, an extra ounce of power being used by her stasis chamber the only remaining fragment.

She didn’t understand it, if she even realized it, but the plant didn’t matter right now. It was safe, and that was enough, much to the dismay of the beeping that moaned ever so quietly inside of her. She looped and zoomed in and out of the course to the Axiom superior that her CPU was scrambling to work out and update as her starting position rapidly changed over and over again.

No, it could wait. Right then, she wanted nothing more than to match illogical movements. To believe she was among stars that were clearly light years away. To share her first dance with him.

#73

Hey, just wondering, since you started off with a Cars fic, could you do another? Please! Cars is my favorite!!!

#74

I probably will at some point. I’m just a lot more into WALL-E at the moment. I’ll keep in mind people would like to see some Cars, too, though. ^^

For now, just another WALL-E fic though. ^^

WALL-E
Sky
K+
Spoilers
AU
Why yes, this was inspired by Kingdom Hearts. xD

Her plan to send him out of her life had failed.

Yes, WALL-E had gone home in the escape pod. It was a perfect launch, and she’d gotten out of the area undetected. Not knowing she’d been trespassing and finding her to be more stable than the cameras had shown her as before, the repair ward reran her diagnostics and let her go. Still, her plan to get him away had failed. As EVE searched the Axiom for her missing plant that night, she passed through an observation deck. Much to her dismay, the bot she was supposed to forget made a rude interruption, catapulting to the front of her mind.

Was… Was he looking out to the sky too?

It was the same sky, wasn’t it? No matter how far away she sent him, that truth of the same sky would remain. No matter where he was, he was. Somewhere. Somewhere reachable. The more she saw those stars, the farther away he was. The more alone she was. Loneliness was still beyond EVE’s comprehension, along with many other feelings the sky brought, but she did understand regret.

Despite how much time she spent shut down after her superiors forced her to give up her search of the Axiom, the following year dragged. Every inspection, even piece of training, and every briefing; they all felt at least ten times longer than the last time she’d done them. Until the final briefing came, where she was once again shut down, and woke to hovering below a brown, forlorn sky. It was a new drop-off point, as always, with new buildings and new ways to zoom around when the delivery ship had left her alone. But, of course, none of this was truly important. EVE had a mission to attend to, and she had no time to waste.

After all, it was a long flight back to his truck from here.

#75

I read your two latest ‘Sky’ and ‘Afterthought’. I liked how you describe Eve’s fleeting hesitance to return the plant rather than to follow Wall-E’s ‘illogical’ dance. Nice description of that turning point in their relationship, before the spectacular “Define Dancing” sequence.

I didn’t really understand ‘Sky’, but from what I can infer, I suppose Eve succeeded in sending Wall-E away in the escape pod, and didn’t know he blew up along with the plant. If so, that’s a pretty sad alternate ending. Must be pretty terrible for her to return to Wall-E’s truck only to find it empty. :frowning:

#76

They are all so full of depth and are fantastically written! Sky was inspiring…looking at the same sky no matter how far apart (why does that sound so familiar?). Was that supposed to be an alternate ending?

In reading Free to a Good Home, it’s sweet how EVE wants to heal the kittens but wants to also keep them away from the cockroach. And Afterthought was really good…how all EVE wants to do right now is dance with WALL-E.
Gap was a great capture of WALL-E’s mind in that moment. Nothingness made a lot of sense to me…I was really getting into the mind of AUTO.

Man, you’ve got a lot of little fanfics there!

#77

Who said he blew up in this version? x)

#78

WALL-E
Color
K+
Spoilers

Brown was the only color WALL-E usually saw, which was fine, because it was the only color around him even according to a normal set of eyes. The bleak landscape’s blow was softened by being all he knew, and all he was programmed to know. Even his favorite movie, which seems to hint at more colors existing in the universe, had a slightly brown tint to it the whole way though. Even after he began to notice the potential of his life and the world around him, he never really thought about this.

That was, until it came.

At first, the lifeless white pod was the same as everything else, though even with the brown tint it was clear that this…whatever it was had a more sanitary demeanor to it than anything he had seen, something that made it almost feel unnatural to him.

Then it, no, she activated.

Her eyes glowed blue. Pure blue. No brown. The energy that created the color made it show differently to his optics, and it was the first time he had experienced such a thing.

She flew, and he stared in awe at how beautiful she was. Suddenly, the blue alone seemed so simple, as if her twirls were showing him a new array of colors that even his manufacturers had never seen before.

She gave him hope of a life in Technicolor.

WALL-E
Joy
K+
Spoilers

But now there was joy, which quickly destroyed the remains of any hopelessness she had felt only moments ago while watching his empty frame roll around. The tender look in his eyes once again held his heart, and therefore hers was back as well.

This went beyond anything she had ever imagined possible, or according to many of the humans around her, what should have been possible. But she knew she felt these human emotions; she felt happiness when she flew, she felt grief when there was danger to those she cared about, and she felt love. Most importantly, she felt love.

What she felt was minor, however, compared to the results of the strange actions her emotions stirred. She held him close, pressing her head against his, letting the ill logic of the situation fall off of her in the very way it would have trapped her earlier that same day. These emotions had brought him back to her, and that meant more than any explanation.

#79

Really beautifully written. I never thought of WALL-E seeing pure color only when he sees EVE. It’s a really creative expression to emphasize how amazing she was at first sight to him. And as for the second oneshot, where EVE recognizes that she can feel human emotions like love and joy…wonderfully expressed, as always.

#80

Been a while, huh? ^^; So, I’m sleep deprived and attempted to write something. Not sure it’s my best work, but it’s different, which I kinda like.

WALL-E
Debate
K+
Spoilers

“So, the EVE probes were made to protect WALL-E units, right?”

“Nope.”

“No? But EVE was clearly showing concern when WALL-E was damaged, right?”

“Yep.”

“…Er, okay… So, the WALL-E units were made to help us go home, right?”

“No. They were made to compact trash and have nothing to do with the Axiom.”

“…Then what happened back there?”

“Simple. EVE loves WALL-E and was worried about him.”

There were a few variations on how this conversation took place, but it almost always ended with blinking. Despite everything, they still thought it was strange. Human skepticism had few bounds, apparently. And few things made one more skeptic than the idea of supposedly inanimate objects falling in love.

McCrea had to admit that he found the reactions from the passengers when they got the whole story kinda amusing, which is why he didn’t tire of having to explain the story the passengers hadn’t been there for to who knows how many curious people. It would have been more if John and Mary hadn’t been helping, understanding it much better than the others did for some reason or another.

“They’re robots.”

“Yes.”

“Robots.”

“…Yes.”

“Robots don’t fall in love.”

“These two did.”

This conversation was taking longer than the normally did, and was finding himself in a sort of a stare down with the former passenger he was currently talking to as he watered some plants.

“…Sorry, but no. I really don’t get how that works.”

At this point, McCrea had reached the end of the script he’d built up from other conversations. He paused to think on a reply. “To be honest,” he smiled, “I don’t get it either.” The stare down abruptly ended, the passenger tilting his head slightly. McCrea didn’t let him get a reply in this time. “I don’t think anybody here knows the mechanics, pun not intended, behind those two. But we’re here, aren’t we? Maybe not everything is for us to get right now.”

The passenger opened his mouth to speak, then closed it, then looked at McCrea with a mix of confusion and respect before walking off.