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# Flutterbot Minis-Part 1

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1. >Day Power Outage in Equestria
2. >You are Anon.
3. >Your eyes crack open, the dust from the night before attempting to keep them shut.
4. >Stretching as you yawn, you feel your back crack and pop as you lift an arm above your head.
5. >Relaxing a bit, you rub your eyes free and take a good look at your room.
6. >The walls have been reinforced with mystic steel, your desk has a new collection of figurines...
7. >And your favorite metal p0nie is resting on the bed next to you.
8. >You gaze over at the purple mare as her head rests on your pillow.
9. >She was solar powered, so you had to make sure she conserved her energy reserves during the nighttime.
10. >It was kinda adorable how her legs would shift into compact mode whenever she wasn't active.
11. >Luckily you could reactivate her in emergencies, she could go almost half the night under normal circumstances.
12. >And you definitely had to do that more than once, Flutterbot was fueled with some kind of creepy magic, so she never needed sleep.
13. >Last week she tried cutting through your window in the middle of the night to ask if saw blades were your fetish.
14. >Watching Twibright dislocate the blade and toss it in the scrap metal bin brought a faint smirk to your face.
15. >Thinking these idle thoughts, you smile as you stroke her mane, she really was the perfect companion.
16. >Flipping your legs out of bed, you throw on some random clothes.
17. >Who cares about fashion, you got fucking robots.
18. Alright, time to start the day~!
19. >Turning around in a dramatic fashion, you stare at your sexy sleeping android.
20. >You loudly clap your hands together and call out your command.
21. Twibright Execute: Discontinue Hibernation Mode.
22. >You hear the whiz of fans as they begin to rev up their engines.
23. >Her eyelids open but her eyes display black screens with figments of code running across.
24. >You hear the Transformer noise as her legs revert to the normal position.
25. >You added that one yourself.
26. >Finally her cheesy startup music plays as her eyes flicker back into their familiar lavender hue.
27. >Blinking a few times, she immediately turns to you and gazes at you like an affectionate puppy.
28. >"Good-Morning-Master-I-Trust-You-Slept-Well. How-May-I-Be-Of-Assistance-Today?"
29. >Giving her a toothy grin, you stylishly point a finger at her.
30. Begin routine SSS!
31. "At-Once-Sir."
32. >She follows you to the bathroom and waits outside, like hell you were gonna shit in front of your lady like some gross married couple...
33. >Afterwards you hop into the shower, allowing Twibright to enter.
34. >Water was most likely bad for her, so instead she spends the time waxing her frame with the metal polish you had ordered just for her.
35. >After getting out, you dry yourself off, and kneel down in front of her.
36. >This was your favorite part of the day.
37. >Her eyes flash green as a lime colored light shoots out and fans over your face, scanning it with her recognition software.
38. >After a few seconds her eyes switch from green to red.
39. >You feel the warm sting as she shaves your face with her precision optical beams.
40. >Fuck yeah lasers!
41. >As she finishes you stand up wipe your fingers across your chin.
42. >Just couldn't get that kinda smoothness anywhere else.
43. >Eyes reverting back to their usual beautiful amethyst, she speaks to you.
44. >"I-Shall-Prepare-Breakfast-For-You-Immediately-Sir! Is-There-Any-Requests-You-Might-Be-Interested-In-Partaking-This-Morning?"
45. >Continuing to rub your smooth face, you think to yourself.
46. Hmmmmm, I believe today I am in the mood forrrrrr...omelettes!
47. >You hadn't eaten an omelette in weeks.
48. >You nod sagely as her eyes flash with recognition.
49. >"Request-Recieved-Beginning-Breakfast-Routine!"
50. >You grab your clothes and head to your bedroom as she trots joyfully downstairs to the kitchen.
51. >When you first got her, you wondered how she'd be able to cook without the ability to taste.
52. >Turns out she followed every recipe with mechanical precision, down to the finest, minute, microscopic detail.
53. >She didn't even need taste buds when she could calculate down to the exact gram of salt per portion.
54. >As long as the recipe was flawless, she in turn made each meal spectacular compared to yours.
55. >She was pretty much self sufficient at this point and didn't require your assistance at all.
56. >With nothing better to do, you put on your fine reading glasses and begin painting your newly bought figurines.
57. >They weren't toys if you had to paint them yourself...that's what you try and tell everyone anyway.
58. >Leaning down, you start scrapping of chips of paint with a fine dental tool piece by piece.
59. >...Only to have your concentration destroyed.
60. >A sudden thunderous crack shakes the room violently, causing you to accidentally snap your to-figurine in half.
61. >You swivel around 180 in your chair, anger furrowed into your brow as your now thoroughly messed up hair bangs hang directly in your eyes.
62. >Twibright is standing there, eyes glowing with pure energy as minor sparks of lavender electricity snap across her frame.
63. >You bring your fingers up and squeeze the bridge between your eyes.
64. What did I tell you about teleporting Twibright?
65. >Vision coming back to her eyes, she sulks and apprehensively repeats an audio recording of your own voice.
66. >"Never teleport unless it's an emergency, it costs far too much energy!"
67. >Placing your hands on your hips, you nod with your eyes closed.
68. Now why, pray tell, did you decide that teleporting all the way from the KITCHEN...was a good idea?
69. >She starts timidly moving her hooves up and down, pacing on the spot.
70. >"But-Master-It-Is-An-Emergency!"
71. >You stare at her with liquid skepticism so thick you could make a hipster milkshake from it.
72. >"We-Do-Not-Have-Any-Eggs-To-Make-Omelettes-With!"
73. >Your hand instantly clutches your right eye as it twitches painfully.
74. >So that's what a brain aneurism feels like...
75. Twibright...that is NOT an emergency...if we require more eggs...go...buy...some~!
76. >You sing that last part with just a hint of malice.
77. >Her face flushes magenta with embarrassment as she begins to fluster in your presence.
78. >"Of-Course! Buy-Some! Immediately-Sir!"
79. >You watch her panic as she begins to glow with electricity, preparing for another jump.
80. >You raise a finger and wave it back in forth, a frown still glued to your face with disapproval.
81. ah-ah-AH!
82. >She powers down and lets out a nervous giggle.
83. >"My-Apologies-Sir"
84. >Not giving you any time to protest further, she runs past you and out the door, heading towards the marketplace as fast as her mechanical legs will allow her.
85. >Honestly, her I.Q. was even higher than yours, but somehow she still manages to be scatterbrained in the oddest situations.
86. >Letting out a deep sigh, you sit back down and adjust your glasses, focusing on your new mission of gluing your damn figure back together.
87. >Cautiously with a pair of tweezers, you delicately attempt to reattach his arm.
88. >*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
89. >His arm is now firmly attached to his crotch, fucking hell.
90. >You stand up and slam your glasses on your desk in frustration.
91. >Who in the bloody fuck was banging on your door at this time in the morning?
92. >Don't try to delude yourself, you damn well knew who it was.
93. >Walking downstairs you continue to grumble to yourself, rubbing your temples with irritation.
94. Stupid fluttershy, thinking she has the brainpower to actually guess my fetish...
95. >Twibright was the only one that knew your thing was for sexy androids...you made sure she knew that almost every night~!
96. >You let out a creepy chuckle as you start daydreaming about the previous night's "fun".
97. >*BANG* *BANG* *BANG*
98. >You grind your teeth.
99. GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M COMING ALREADY!
100. >Gripping the door handle, you swing it wide open with as much force as you can muster.
101. >And of course there's ClutterNutter, standing there looking at you with her trademark clicking and clacking body.
102. >Her bright blue electronic eyes staring up at you, only now do you realize that Twibright isn't here to protect you today.
103. >Thank god she didn't know that.
104. >She looks up at you, wordlessly waiting for your greeting.
105. >You roll your eyes in an exaggerated fashion.
106. Hello Fluttershy....
107. >You wait for an answer, but all you see is little jets of steam pluming out of her ears occasionally.
108. >Patience wearing thin, you facepalm and let out a muffled groan.
109. Fine...What is it today FlutterSHGHAHZHZHZHGGKAH!
110. >Your body writhes and shakes in agonizing torture, twisting and snapping in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible.
111. >By the time it's finally over, all you can hear is the snap, crackle, pop of something sizzling like a delicious barbeque.
112. >Birds fly past you, chirping their merry songs as you stand there stiff as a statue, unable to comprehend what just occured.
113. >Black smoke fumes out of your head as the smell of burnt hair permeates the air.
114. >Flutterbot watches as your smoldering ebony remains fall to their knees, then promptly faceplants on the gaudy welcome mat Rarity gave you last week for that helping hand you offered her.
115. >Looking down at your burnt ashes, she twists her head in an pathetic attempt to emulate inquisitive emotions and speaks to you for the first time this morning.
116. >"QUERY:dO yOu fInD eLeCtRiCaL dIsChArGeS sUfFiCiEnTlY aRoUsInG aNoNyMoUs?"
117. >Your body twitches and spasms each time a hint of leftover voltage decides to make itself known.
118. >Unbridled rage begins to surge up through you.
119. >Grinding your teeth with bitter hate you try to lift yourself up, but you can't.
120. >Your body crumples on the ground, elbows collapsing under your own weight.
121. >It feels like your paralyzed, even your tongue is far to numb to form a coherent answer.
122. >With your face laying sideways, you can't see her, but you can see her shadow as it leers over you.
123. >You shiver as her metal frame creaks, inching its way towards you.
124. >"QUERY:dOeS yOuR lAcK oF a rEpLy iMpLy tHe aNsWeR tO bE cOrReCt?"
125. >IhavenomouthandImustscream.jpg
126. >You feverishly try to open your mouth, but all that comes out is dust and smoke.
127. >Twitching in absolute terror, you hear her gears churn and feel her presence as she looms ever closer.
128. >Her clicking and clacking legs moving nearer, signaling your doom.
129. >Unable to take it anymore, you close your eyes and pray.
130. >You take a deep breath and await your death sentence.
131. >So this is how it ends...
132. >Notlikethis.jpg
133. >Suddenly the irritating screech of a fax machine enters your ears.
135. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxml6Am9FO0
137. >Your eyes shoot around in nervous confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening.
138. >Your answer comes in a creepy fashion as Flutterbot's face lands sideways in the dirt with a *crunch* next to yours.
139. >Her eyes have ominous black error messages blinking across them as her body slumps down like a rag doll with its strings cut.
140. >Finally, you hear words that feel like heavenly angels casting your saving grace.
141. >"No-Fluttershy-Being-Burnt-To-A-Crisp-Is-In-Fact-NOT-Master's-Fetish!"
142. >Letting out a relaxed sigh, you watch as Twibright casually drags her lifeless corpse and tosses her in your recycle bin like she's done countless times before.
143. >She happily trots back over to you, humming a cheery tune the whole way.
144. >"Master-I-Have-Returned!"
145. >She places a package down in front of you, tail wagging like an energetic puppy.
146. >"And-I-Acquired-Eggs!"
147. >She looks down with you with an excited smile, seemingly unperturbed by your current situation.
148. >Your faint smile disappearing, you pull forth all your strength into an audible wheeze.
149. what...took you...so long...
150. >She kneels down and gives you a sad frowny face.
151. >"Your-Command-Stated-To-Never-Teleport-Unless-It-Was-An-Emergency-Master..."
152. >You stare at her unblinking for a minute without saying a word.
153. >Eventually, you close your eyes, barely managing to make a faint whisper.
154. Twibright...
155. >"Yes-Master?"
156. Take me...to the hospital...
157. >"As-You-Wish-Sir."
158. >Hoisting you painfully onto her uncomfortable metal frame, she takes off into ponyville.
159. >All the ponies point and giggle at the visage of your shiny metal pony as she happily trots through town, singing a cheery tune with your charred remains bumping along on her back.
160. >Today was a crumby day...

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>Day Power Outage in Equestria >You are Anon. >Your eyes crack open, the dust from the night before attempting to keep them shut. >Stretching as you yawn, you feel your back crack and pop as you lift an arm above your head. >Relaxing a bit, you rub your eyes free and take a good look at your room. >The walls have been reinforced with mystic steel, your desk has a new collection of figurines... >And your favorite metal p0nie is resting on the bed next to you. >You gaze over at the purple mare as her head rests on your pillow. >She was solar powered, so you had to make sure she conserved her energy reserves during the nighttime. >It was kinda adorable how her legs would shift into compact mode whenever she wasn't active. >Luckily you could reactivate her in emergencies, she could go almost half the night under normal circumstances. >And you definitely had to do that more than once, Flutterbot was fueled with some kind of creepy magic, so she never needed sleep. >Last week she tried cutting through your window in the middle of the night to ask if saw blades were your fetish. >Watching Twibright dislocate the blade and toss it in the scrap metal bin brought a faint smirk to your face. >Thinking these idle thoughts, you smile as you stroke her mane, she really was the perfect companion. >Flipping your legs out of bed, you throw on some random clothes. >Who cares about fashion, you got fucking robots. Alright, time to start the day~! >Turning around in a dramatic fashion, you stare at your sexy sleeping android. >You loudly clap your hands together and call out your command. Twibright Execute: Discontinue Hibernation Mode. >You hear the whiz of fans as they begin to rev up their engines. >Her eyelids open but her eyes display black screens with figments of code running across. >You hear the Transformer noise as her legs revert to the normal position. >You added that one yourself. >Finally her cheesy startup music plays as her eyes flicker back into their familiar lavender hue. >Blinking a few times, she immediately turns to you and gazes at you like an affectionate puppy. >"Good-Morning-Master-I-Trust-You-Slept-Well. How-May-I-Be-Of-Assistance-Today?" >Giving her a toothy grin, you stylishly point a finger at her. Begin routine SSS! "At-Once-Sir." >She follows you to the bathroom and waits outside, like hell you were gonna shit in front of your lady like some gross married couple... >Afterwards you hop into the shower, allowing Twibright to enter. >Water was most likely bad for her, so instead she spends the time waxing her frame with the metal polish you had ordered just for her. >After getting out, you dry yourself off, and kneel down in front of her. >This was your favorite part of the day. >Her eyes flash green as a lime colored light shoots out and fans over your face, scanning it with her recognition software. >After a few seconds her eyes switch from green to red. >You feel the warm sting as she shaves your face with her precision optical beams. >Fuck yeah lasers! >As she finishes you stand up wipe your fingers across your chin. >Just couldn't get that kinda smoothness anywhere else. >Eyes reverting back to their usual beautiful amethyst, she speaks to you. >"I-Shall-Prepare-Breakfast-For-You-Immediately-Sir! Is-There-Any-Requests-You-Might-Be-Interested-In-Partaking-This-Morning?" >Continuing to rub your smooth face, you think to yourself. Hmmmmm, I believe today I am in the mood forrrrrr...omelettes! >You hadn't eaten an omelette in weeks. >You nod sagely as her eyes flash with recognition. >"Request-Recieved-Beginning-Breakfast-Routine!" >You grab your clothes and head to your bedroom as she trots joyfully downstairs to the kitchen. >When you first got her, you wondered how she'd be able to cook without the ability to taste. >Turns out she followed every recipe with mechanical precision, down to the finest, minute, microscopic detail. >She didn't even need taste buds when she could calculate down to the exact gram of salt per portion. >As long as the recipe was flawless, she in turn made each meal spectacular compared to yours. >She was pretty much self sufficient at this point and didn't require your assistance at all. >With nothing better to do, you put on your fine reading glasses and begin painting your newly bought figurines. >They weren't toys if you had to paint them yourself...that's what you try and tell everyone anyway. >Leaning down, you start scrapping of chips of paint with a fine dental tool piece by piece. >...Only to have your concentration destroyed. >A sudden thunderous crack shakes the room violently, causing you to accidentally snap your to-figurine in half. >You swivel around 180 in your chair, anger furrowed into your brow as your now thoroughly messed up hair bangs hang directly in your eyes. >Twibright is standing there, eyes glowing with pure energy as minor sparks of lavender electricity snap across her frame. >You bring your fingers up and squeeze the bridge between your eyes. What did I tell you about teleporting Twibright? >Vision coming back to her eyes, she sulks and apprehensively repeats an audio recording of your own voice. >"Never teleport unless it's an emergency, it costs far too much energy!" >Placing your hands on your hips, you nod with your eyes closed. Now why, pray tell, did you decide that teleporting all the way from the KITCHEN...was a good idea? >She starts timidly moving her hooves up and down, pacing on the spot. >"But-Master-It-Is-An-Emergency!" >You stare at her with liquid skepticism so thick you could make a hipster milkshake from it. >"We-Do-Not-Have-Any-Eggs-To-Make-Omelettes-With!" >Your hand instantly clutches your right eye as it twitches painfully. >So that's what a brain aneurism feels like... Twibright...that is NOT an emergency...if we require more eggs...go...buy...some~! >You sing that last part with just a hint of malice. >Her face flushes magenta with embarrassment as she begins to fluster in your presence. >"Of-Course! Buy-Some! Immediately-Sir!" >You watch her panic as she begins to glow with electricity, preparing for another jump. >You raise a finger and wave it back in forth, a frown still glued to your face with disapproval. ah-ah-AH! >She powers down and lets out a nervous giggle. >"My-Apologies-Sir" >Not giving you any time to protest further, she runs past you and out the door, heading towards the marketplace as fast as her mechanical legs will allow her. >Honestly, her I.Q. was even higher than yours, but somehow she still manages to be scatterbrained in the oddest situations. >Letting out a deep sigh, you sit back down and adjust your glasses, focusing on your new mission of gluing your damn figure back together. >Cautiously with a pair of tweezers, you delicately attempt to reattach his arm. >*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* >His arm is now firmly attached to his crotch, fucking hell. >You stand up and slam your glasses on your desk in frustration. >Who in the bloody fuck was banging on your door at this time in the morning? >Don't try to delude yourself, you damn well knew who it was. >Walking downstairs you continue to grumble to yourself, rubbing your temples with irritation. Stupid fluttershy, thinking she has the brainpower to actually guess my fetish... >Twibright was the only one that knew your thing was for sexy androids...you made sure she knew that almost every night~! >You let out a creepy chuckle as you start daydreaming about the previous night's "fun". >*BANG* *BANG* *BANG* >You grind your teeth. GOD DAMN IT SHUT THE FUCK UP I'M COMING ALREADY! >Gripping the door handle, you swing it wide open with as much force as you can muster. >And of course there's ClutterNutter, standing there looking at you with her trademark clicking and clacking body. >Her bright blue electronic eyes staring up at you, only now do you realize that Twibright isn't here to protect you today. >Thank god she didn't know that. >She looks up at you, wordlessly waiting for your greeting. >You roll your eyes in an exaggerated fashion. Hello Fluttershy.... >You wait for an answer, but all you see is little jets of steam pluming out of her ears occasionally. >Patience wearing thin, you facepalm and let out a muffled groan. Fine...What is it today FlutterSHGHAHZHZHZHGGKAH! >Your body writhes and shakes in agonizing torture, twisting and snapping in ways that shouldn't be humanly possible. >By the time it's finally over, all you can hear is the snap, crackle, pop of something sizzling like a delicious barbeque. >Birds fly past you, chirping their merry songs as you stand there stiff as a statue, unable to comprehend what just occured. >Black smoke fumes out of your head as the smell of burnt hair permeates the air. >Flutterbot watches as your smoldering ebony remains fall to their knees, then promptly faceplants on the gaudy welcome mat Rarity gave you last week for that helping hand you offered her. >Looking down at your burnt ashes, she twists her head in an pathetic attempt to emulate inquisitive emotions and speaks to you for the first time this morning. >"QUERY:dO yOu fInD eLeCtRiCaL dIsChArGeS sUfFiCiEnTlY aRoUsInG aNoNyMoUs?" >Your body twitches and spasms each time a hint of leftover voltage decides to make itself known. >Unbridled rage begins to surge up through you. >Grinding your teeth with bitter hate you try to lift yourself up, but you can't. >Your body crumples on the ground, elbows collapsing under your own weight. >It feels like your paralyzed, even your tongue is far to numb to form a coherent answer. >With your face laying sideways, you can't see her, but you can see her shadow as it leers over you. >You shiver as her metal frame creaks, inching its way towards you. >"QUERY:dOeS yOuR lAcK oF a rEpLy iMpLy tHe aNsWeR tO bE cOrReCt?" >IhavenomouthandImustscream.jpg >You feverishly try to open your mouth, but all that comes out is dust and smoke. >Twitching in absolute terror, you hear her gears churn and feel her presence as she looms ever closer. >Her clicking and clacking legs moving nearer, signaling your doom. >Unable to take it anymore, you close your eyes and pray. >You take a deep breath and await your death sentence. >So this is how it ends... >Notlikethis.jpg >Suddenly the irritating screech of a fax machine enters your ears. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qxml6Am9FO0 >Your eyes shoot around in nervous confusion, unable to comprehend what was happening. >Your answer comes in a creepy fashion as Flutterbot's face lands sideways in the dirt with a *crunch* next to yours. >Her eyes have ominous black error messages blinking across them as her body slumps down like a rag doll with its strings cut. >Finally, you hear words that feel like heavenly angels casting your saving grace. >"No-Fluttershy-Being-Burnt-To-A-Crisp-Is-In-Fact-NOT-Master's-Fetish!" >Letting out a relaxed sigh, you watch as Twibright casually drags her lifeless corpse and tosses her in your recycle bin like she's done countless times before. >She happily trots back over to you, humming a cheery tune the whole way. >"Master-I-Have-Returned!" >She places a package down in front of you, tail wagging like an energetic puppy. >"And-I-Acquired-Eggs!" >She looks down with you with an excited smile, seemingly unperturbed by your current situation. >Your faint smile disappearing, you pull forth all your strength into an audible wheeze. what...took you...so long... >She kneels down and gives you a sad frowny face. >"Your-Command-Stated-To-Never-Teleport-Unless-It-Was-An-Emergency-Master..." >You stare at her unblinking for a minute without saying a word. >Eventually, you close your eyes, barely managing to make a faint whisper. Twibright... >"Yes-Master?" Take me...to the hospital... >"As-You-Wish-Sir." >Hoisting you painfully onto her uncomfortable metal frame, she takes off into ponyville. >All the ponies point and giggle at the visage of your shiny metal pony as she happily trots through town, singing a cheery tune with your charred remains bumping along on her back. >Today was a crumby day...