chiptune-maestro

[chiptune-maestro]

THHE NNAME'S SYLVESTER!

II'M AAN EENGIBOT WWITH AA KNNACK FFOR MMUSIC. II DDON'T HHAVE AA LLOT OOF FFAMILY AANYMORE SSO II JJUST RROAM WHHEREVER THHE WWIND TTAKES MME.

II DDON'T TTOO MMUCH LLIKE TTO DDO RREPAIRS AANYMORE BBUT IIF YYOU'RE DDYIN' CCOME SSEE MME AAND OTTO.

II LLIKE SONIC THE HEDGEHOG AA NNORMAL AAMOUNT.

FFRIENDS:

PASCAL - <33 <33 <33

ARTHUR, YMIR - GGOOD FFRIENDS OOF 'CAL. THHEY'RE FFUN

OTTO - HHE'S LLIKE MMY PPARTNER. VVERY CCOOL!

ESMÉ - HHER GGARDEN IIS BBEAUTIFUL AAND SHHE LLETS MME VVISIT SSOMETIMES.

LORE:

• Sylvester used to live with Dell Conagher, but ran away from home after a series of events. They haven't talked in a while.

• Sylv hates being solely acknowledged as an engibot/builder/repair-person.

• They are nonbinary. Their pronouns are they/them (heavily preferred) and he/him (doesn't mind from time to time)

• Sylvester doesn't run on money. Instead they charge themselves every night when they sleep.

• They're very insecure about their singing voice. It sounds like autotune.

• They have two headmates they don't know about, Alviva and Doctor Scrapbrain.

learn about the admin and their system here (they're listed under "ANGEL ASHEL".)

DNI: (pro)endos, proship, racists, bigots, weirdos. you will be blocked on sight.

just because the admin is an adult doesn't mean people get to be weird in my dms. besides, sylvester is a minor.

don't godmod or push me towards any direction of rp, if you see a chain going on that sylv could be involved in chances are the muns and i have already discussed it

TAGS:

#🎤 the lead singer! - sylvester's tag

#🎹 golden hour - alviva's tag

#🎻 nightly repose - dr. scrapbrain's tag

#⚙️ grinding gears - talking tag

#❔ directive: answer - ask tag

#🔧 directive: collect - answer tag

#🎵 daisy bell division - system tag

[chiptune-maestro]

SSOMETIMES II WWONDER IIF II'M THHE OONLY OONE IIN MMY HHEAD. LLIKE MMAYBE THHERE'S LLITTLE WWORKERS UUP THHERE LLIKE AANTS RRUNNIN THHE SHHOW HHAHA.

[ their eyes flicker in color for a moment ]

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #⚙️ grinding gears #🎵 daisy bell division

[chiptune-maestro]

THHIS IIS SSOME CCRAZY SHHIT TTO SSAY TTO EEMOTIONALLY DDISREGULATED KKILLING MMACHINES.

be careful, boy

you arent legally a person, so the cops can do whatever they want to you - shoot you, dismantle you, melt you down into scrap, take you and make you their servant, anything.

BOLD OF YOU TO ASSUME I DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW THAT.

#🔧 directive: collect

[chiptune-maestro]

CAN I PLEASE-...

WOULD YOU JUST-

...

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

[chiptune-maestro]

[ try again. ]

[ that wasn't something desperado considered as an option. ]

[ they thought for a moment in silence, trying to hear them out through the whipping winds of their terrified mindscape. there it was. that hope. that optimism. radimir was still there, just lost. ]

[ lost like him. ]

[ and now they had eachother, to try again. ]

...DO YOU STILL LIKE HUGS, RADIMIR

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

[chiptune-maestro]

RADIMIR, IT'S NOT FUNNY, OKAY?!

[ they shout, fans whirring a million miles an hour now. they were silently thankful they weren't in sylvester's old body, because if they were, they'd have to resist the urge to punch. ]

[ against their will, their forced southern accent began faltering. ]

I'M NOT LAUGHING! JUST CUT THE SHIT, DROP THE ACT AND LET'S GO HOME! SO EVERYTHING CAN JUST GO BACK TO BLOODY NORMAL!

[ their voice. this wasn't their voice. this wasn't their voice and they knew that they stole it they stole it this isn't right this isn't right this isn't right this isn't right this isn't right - ]

L- LET'S JUST GO HOME. PLEASE. MIMI, PLEASE, I WANNA GO HOME

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

[chiptune-maestro]

RAD, C'MON. CUT THAT OUT

[ desperado said, desperation in its voice the likes of which not even the most clever of spies could hide. they knew what happened to it. they just didn't want to believe it. ]

[ it was all a bad dream. some kind of video feed they fabricated and fed to it as it shut down to be cruel, right? to teach it a lesson. well des learned. he learned. there was no need for the charade to continue. ]

IT'S REALLY ME, YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE ON GUARD ANYMORE. NOBODY'S COMING AFTER US. TAKE THAT DISGUISE OFF

REAL CLEVER THAT, I GOTTA SAY, BUT THESE HORNS WOULDA GAVE YOU AWAY HAHAHAHA

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

[chiptune-maestro]

[ reality broke through to him, but his grip only tightened. ]

I COULD SAY THE SAME FOR YOU

[ des cupped radimir's face in his hands, eyes squinting and tender in their cold steeliness. different indeed. this wasn't rad's old face, but their eyes were still just the same. full of kindness and patience and light and hope. hope des was ashamed he ever diminished. ]

I WAS SO SCARED I LOST YOU WHERE WERE YOU? WHERE WERE YOU?? WHERE DID THEY TAKE YOU?? I'LL KILL THEM, RAD, I WILL. I WILL.

I'M SO SORRY.

[ possibilities flooded their mind as they felt the new texture of their old friend's metal. ]

WHAT'D THEY DO TO YOU?

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

[chiptune-maestro]

[ desperado wedges their fingers into his neck, angrily switching his voicebox back on. ]

[ after days of silence, knowing that he was acting with his feelings and not his head, he was ready to confront the source of the problem. quicksilver made him so, so angry, because he was inefficient - and not in any sort of productive way. ]

[ he was mean. and desperado had come to learn that being mean to the bots around you, the ones who had just as much right as you to be alive, the ones you swore to free... was just as cruel as being forced to serve your purpose. ]

[ des walked and walked as he thought, eventually wandering his way into a small clearing in the forest. he adjusted his bandanna around his face tighter, feeling it slip, when all of a sudden - ]

[ beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. ]

[ the motor of a sentry. desperado had half a mind to duck for cover, but something told him not to. something deep inside of him noticed that particular noise - knew the lack of motor whirring to coincide with it meant something. ]

[ he pressed further on, his now slender and tall form allowing him to see beyond a few shrubs. a medibot. blue, but red-colored arms, hand painted. bags and satchels all around his waist, orange horns pointing into the sky. a bristled mohawk made of steel, and a device on his arm, beeping gently, searching. beebeep. beebeep. beebeep. that was his device. he made that. desperado made that for radimir. ]

[ his voice croaked out, wavering and innocent. just like it was when he first came alive. ]

...MIMI?

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer #sylvester n desperado

[chiptune-maestro]

if you had to pick any type of bot to be other than an engiebot, what would you be?

MM...

[ sylvester seems uncomfortable at the suggestion of being anything else. ]

IIF II HHAD TTO EEH?

WWELL II AALWAYS THHOUGHT II'D BBE BBETTER SSUITED AAS AA SSOLDIERBOT. II'M SSTRONG AAND II DDON'T LLIKE TTO OOVERTHINK FFIGHTS.

[ they realize they're reducing themself to their primary functions again, and this time they really look uncomfortable. ]

...UUM...

MM... MMAYBE AA SSPYBOT OOR AA MMEDIBOT. II'D LLIKE TTO BBE TTALL...

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer

[chiptune-maestro]

physically-synthetic-engibot -> chiptune-maestro

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer #⚙️ grinding gears

[chiptune-maestro]

How's desperado doing?

NNOT GGOOD.

II HHAVEN'T SSEEN HHIM IIN AA WHHILE... SSAID HHE WWENT OOFF LLOOKIN' FFOR SSOMEONE.

...IIF II CCAN BBE HHONEST. II DDON'T THHINK HHE'S GGONNA FFIND HHIM.

BBUT II HHOPE HHE DDOES AANYWAYS.

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer

[chiptune-maestro]

i once saw a version of engie who could shoot lazers from the gunslinger when he plugged his tail in. do with this information what you will

II CCAN KKIND OOF DDO THHAT. BBUT NNOT PPLUGGED IIN.

WWATCH:

[ their gloved hand morphs into a sort of prod, and it sparks. ]

IIT'S LLIKE AA TTAZER BBUT IIT CCAN SSHOOT PPROJECTILES TTOO. IIT'S CCALLED THHE SHHORT CCIRCUIT!

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer

[chiptune-maestro]

What do you see in Pascal? You and him seem like very different bots, so seeing you together was a pleasant surprise at first

AAW WWELL... YY'KNOW.

[ they seem sheepish ]

II JJUST... II'VE NNEVER HHAD SSOMEONE THHAT MMADE MME FFEEL LLIKE HHE DDOES.

II'M SSO SSCARED AALL THHE TTIME, AAHA. NNO, RREALLY. AAND HHE'S JJUST SSO MMUCH BBETTER AAT HHIDING IIT, AAND WHHEN HHE'S NNOT, IIT-

IIT MMAKES MME FFEEL... HHEARD.

BBECAUSE IIF SSOMEONE BBRAVE LLIKE HHIM CCAN BBE SSCARED, THHEN II GGUESS IIT'S OOKAY TTO FFEEL THHAT WWAY.

THHERE'S OOTHER THHINGS OOBVIOUSLY. BBUT... HHE'S SSO GGENTLE. II THHOUGHT HHE WWAS SSO PPRICKLY AAND MMEAN, BBUT HHE'S... HHE DDOES THHIS THHING WHHERE HHIS VVOICE GGETS AALL SSOFT AAND

[ they start having a mini-meltdown. the gushiness is too much for them to handle ]

#/lh pos #physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer

[chiptune-maestro]

what happens if you plug your tail into an outlet

OOH! THHANKS FFOR AASKING!!

SSO NNOT MMUCH HHAPPENS. AAS YYOU CCAN SSEE II GGOT THHIS BBATERY PPACK HHERE, WHHICH THHE CCORD IIS CCONNECTED TTO! II HHAVE TTWO FFUEL TTANKS, SSO TTO SSPEAK. OONE FFOR MMONEY, OONE FFOR EELECTRICITY!

THHE FFUEL IINCINERATOR IIS MMORE LLIKE AA BBACKUP JJUST IIN CCASE. II HHEAR AA LLOT OOF PPROTOTYPE EENGIEBOTS CCOULDN'T HHOLD AA CHHARGE.

BBUT YYEAH!! II CCOULD JJUST PPLUG MMYSELF IINTO THHE WWALL HHERE AAND-

[ as soon as their cord meets the outlet they were standing next to, their head and upper body slumps. ]

...ZZ

[ it looks like they forgot about that bit. ]

#physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #❔ directive: answer

[chiptune-maestro]

II DDON'T KNNOW WHHAT'S WWRONG WWITH MME. II CCAN'T RREALLY PPAY AATTENTION TTO AANYTHING LLATELY.

IIT'S JJUST BBEEN GGETTING WWORSE.

II JJUST HHAVE THHIS SSINKING DDREAD LLIKE THHIS IIS AALL AA DDREAM.

#cw unreality #tw unreality #unreality #physically synthetic engibot #physically xyz mercs #tf2 #tf2 mvm #tf2 engineer #⚙️ grinding gears

[chiptune-maestro]

II MMEAN...

WISH I COULD OPEN MYMY MOUTH SO I CAN GNAW ON MY FRIENDBOT.

I THINK THATS A WEIRD THING TOTO SAY.

I DONT CARE.