Cut blushed. “I’m not a drama queen,” he said as they moved forward. The bar and its seats were all too tall for him. It couldn’t have been more obvious he didn’t belong. “…What do you mean poison?”

After a struggle, the small DLN hoisted himself on one of the stools. He placed himself conveniently next to Elec. He was going to serve as Cut’s shield whether he liked it not. “I don’t drink. I snuck beer once but I hated it. The taste was bad. So I wouldn’t know what I like. Besides, it doesn’t do anything to me because I’m—”

Stuck in a child’s body.

The way Elec prattled off to him didn’t help either. It made him feel like a school kid being lectured, a staple in their relationship. At first Cut chuckled uncomfortably and then fell silent. Like if Flash told an extremely nasty joke.

"Funny you mention that Flash," he croaked. His voice cracking juuust a bit more than he intended.  He could feel his whole body cringe as he smiled. ”I already talked to Blues about it. I, uh…”

He really didn’t want bring the news up yet, especially not in front of Elec.

"I don’t want this body anymore. I made up my mind. …I’m not a kid so they can’t make me one." He tried to sound matter of fact, but couldn’t help but wonder the reactions. He recoiled. "But there’s nothing to do about it. I don’t want to be reset like Blues or held back like Rock."

He loved his father but he wasn’t blind. Small hands strummed nervously along the counter and he looked up.

"…Elec, what’s our mopping robot doing here?"

"Oh he hated it? Shocker." He snorts as he drinks, giving Elec a smirk. But when Cut talks about not wanting it anymore he looks surprised. "Then ask Doctor Wily? Or me." He stats, setting his drink down. "You don’t have to stay in that body, but once you do change, there is the chance you might not get to go back home to Doctor Light." Flash chuckles into his glass, the pixels on his cheeks getting a bit brighter. 

"This robot? I don’t know, I think Plant found it." He shrugs. "Its been at every dance we’ve had, but it makes a good drink." Flash turns to look out at the dance floor and at all the other guests. He turns back around. "Bar keep! Another!" 

'What's our mopping robot doing here?' had been a nice attempt at covering up the heaviness of what’d been put out on the table, but it wasn’t working. Surprise flickered over Elec’ face, soon replaced with a strange sort of approval as he turned toward Cut Man. “Is that true?” He asked, looking away from him only briefly when two drinks were set out before them both despite neither of them placing an order for anything. The bartender had probably just given them the same as what Flash was having. Hopefully it wasn’t anything TOO unpalatable, but this was Flash after all.

Elec, of course, had already known that there’d been a lot more to Cut boiling just below the surface. They’d ALL grown so much from when they were first built, but this… “You’re wrong. Doctor Light would always accept him back into his home.” he corrected forcefully. The old man was anything but a cruel father… for a moment he almost looked a little guilty for saying so, though.




Appropriately, said manchild’s face was starting to look like a kicked dog’s. Cut carefully removed the glass on his head cupping both hands around it. One last sniff didn’t make it any less repulsive. 

Elec’s face looked forgiving and kind, but something about his tone pricked the boy’s skin. His apology was like 100 little needles.

And yet some irrational part still wanted to be with him. 

His hands clutched the glass tightly, but he slowly walked up and handed it back. ”I won’t cause any trouble,” he murmured. Their presence kept looming over him.


He sends back, before rolling his eyes as he looks down at Cut. “Come on, you little drama queen.” He reaches down and takes the glass. “Lets get some drinks, whats your poison, Cut?” He says, and pulls them all towards the bar. 

DJ Mix’n’Pour was juggling tumblers not far down, before he slides sideways over to them to get their orders. He asks for a refill to his mojito. “So Cut, must suck to be stuck in a kid body.” He says, sitting at a bar stool. 

"I didn’t think you would, what with this being a recognized holiday for industrial man-machines that only comes once a year. Wouldn’t want to go ruining your only day off, right? It’s not often we get any acknowledgment for our work, so its best to enjoy it to the fullest." Elec replied breezily to Cut Man, looking over Flash’s chest across from him to the other DLN, who was also being pulled along toward the bar seats. "I don’t think I ever asked if you were programmed to be able to feel the effects of alcohol, Cut? I wouldn’t imagine so, I mean, I wasn’t even programmed with anything like that.”

Elec’s brows lowered at the sight of DJ Mix ‘n Pour… was that… the mopping robot that Light kept in the garage? DJ Paintmop Supreme? How’d he get here? At least it made him feel better about not knowing what was good to order, since any drink made by a mopping, rapping, car-washing automaton probably wasn’t going to be the greatest anyway.




Flash came staggering in and grabbed Elec before Cut could respond. The tiny bot’s face scrunched as he was swat at like a fly. “I’m not bothering anyone—HEY!!" A drink was set on top of his head, flatting down two stray strands of hair. He wobbled backwards so the drink didn’t fall, the awful odor offending his nose.

Just like that, he was trampled over again. Stomped on like a little weed. He wanted to take that glass of Flash’s and slam it to the ground. 

But watching them play and banter, Cut didn’t even look angry.

He just looked hurt.

"…You’re leaving again?"

"Of course he is." Flash says, grinning down at Cut, his sharp teeth showing as he. "And not enough, bot yet." He takes Elecs hand in his, lacing fingers as he leads him off towards the dance floor. "Don’t worry about Cut." 

"I’m sure he has other people he can bother, and when he’s calmed down you can talk to him later. Its a party, Cuts always a downer. I’ll get you a drink, what do you want? Want me to request some Journey?" He muses. 

"Oh, c’mon." Elec wheedled as he was pulled away from Cut, giving the little orange DLN an apologetic look over his shoulder. "Cut’s a little argumentative but he can’t help it." he explained to Flash, sounding more like he was talking about a naughty puppy caught in the trash than a 25 year old manchild. "Let’s get drinks before we dance, all of us.”

> Don’t worry though, if anything starts to get out of control we’ll ditch him, okay?

He wrote to Flash, giving him a winsome smile.




It’s true—it was much easier to talk to the ground. ”You know that’s not what I meant—h-hey!” Cut wasn’t looking ahead and soon found his face pressed against Elec’s back. It’s been too long since he got that close to him. Too close. With a small yelp the little DLN steps backwards, arms out to distance them. He was practically trying to wipe the red pixels on his face.

"What I meant was that job still made you unhappy." As arrogant as Elec was over Cut’s apology, it calmed some part of him. Trying and trying, using every little bit of smarts, he was going to talk this out. "Hell, we’ve talked about this before. We’ve fought about it before. Your line misses you, Elec. 

And I appreciate you forgive me.

But while it’s great you’re free and all, is it really that different for the rest of us? You’re still not there, and now you’re even farther away. It just kind of hurt that you’d rather be with the guys that used you for power than


"Heeeeeey~" Flash says, his arm wrapping around Elecs shoulders, a drink in his other one, his cheeks just a little flushes. "Is this kid giving you trouble, Elec? Shoo, go away Cut, go bother someone else." He laughs. His blond head leaning against the 1st gens. "Lets go dance? Me and you? I don’t see Quick anywhere yet, so maybe I can steal you for a little bit?" Elec looked very handsome, he set his drink on Cuts head. 

Elec didn’t seem nearly as bothered by the minor collision, and he turned on his heel to watch in amusement at the small lumberbot’s flustered reaction. But what Cut Man had to say next was nothing to smile about, not in the slightest. His chipper expression gave way to something more serious, and something Cut was far more used to seeing on him. “That’s not—” He began to say, but the sudden appearance of the (slightly tipsy) DWN had derailed him pretty hard.

"Flash-" He grinned, giving him a playful sort of shove. "Maker, he’s not a table. How much have you had to drink? We’ll dance, just hold on a second." He promises, waving his hand as if to say it wasn’t a big deal and he didn’t need any help. "We’re just talking."



Cut flinched again. He was going to sit down and take a seat, but it felt like his feet were planted deep into the ground. Despite everything that happened, Elec… seemed exactly the same right down to his mannerisms.

It was weirdly intimidating.

He only looked up again when the DWN stepped away, giving a small nod. “…Sure, I’ll go.” They walked away from the table, with the tiny redhead following close behind. Now he got Elec where he wanted him. Sort of. “I thought you wouldn’t want to see me again. Especially after all I said about you being a traitor…” he admits finally.

"…I was going to tell you I was sorry on your way home that one time. I know you always hated work. Even if I wish you didn’t side with Wily, I still didn’t want you to go back to work either. …Just thought I’d set that straight…"

It’s true, his original plan that day was apologize and tell him he wasn’t mad at him. But rather the way his job treated him and kept him away from their family.

He wanted Elec free, but not like this.

"Do you think I’m that sensitive?" Elec chuckled.

They weren’t walking exactly side by side as they spoke, but with as close behind him as Cut was, it might as well have been the case. At least he seemed to be easier to speak his mind now that they weren’t face to face.

"I didn’t hate working at the plant.” Elec corrected. He’d stopped so suddenly that it was possible that if Cut wasn’t watching his step carefully he might have walked right into his back. It was such a heavy responsibility, but it’d always appealed to his efficacious nature; plus there was the added bonus of knowing so many people were relying on him each and every day, but it really was a thankless job sometimes. 

"It was stressful and unappreciative, but I didn’t hate it. But let’s be honest here, you never got to see me back then, so what’s so different now? I was tired of being worked so hard I was having daily part swap outs and then having to take the flak for the way the humans used me when I was allowed home.” he paused. “Apology accepted, though.”



All at once his skin felt like it was crawling, synthetic or not. Making everything about himself as usual, but it really was all about Elec wasn’t it? He looked so fucking pleased with himself—this wasn’t how Cut was expecting to find him.

Maker, was his chassis compressing in on itself or what? He could just scream and yell for hours.

But instead he had to ask, “You’re not mad at me…?” Unintentionally his voice squeaked. 

All of that anxiety and anger and paranoia felt like it lifted—just a little—now that he finally got to see him. And Cut absolutely hated himself for it. Even he knew it was selfish and shallow of him. Even if he got nowhere with the other bot, he absolutely wanted to see him to stop his own paranoia. See him with his own eyes and hear his voice again.

"I needed to see you," he half blurted, half mumbled while trying to loosen his sleeves and collar.

Needed to see him?

Elec’s eyes widened a bit further, surprised when Cut didn’t go for his wordless invitation for him to join him at the table. So be it.

”.. I was upset, yes,” He answered thoughtfully. “But that’s all water under the bridge now. We’re here to have a nice time tonight.” Something Light hadn’t wanted to supply for them on this very special holiday. “It’s really something, the result of our fellow robots’ hard work.” And with that Elec set down his glass and stood, stepping away from his chair. “Why don’t we take a walk?”

flashistheman sent: sorry, this isn't what you think it is.





The little Lightbot stopped right in place. It was at the very nanosecond the recievers in his caps even picked up sound. It was the same smooth, confident voice that had agitated Cut for years on end. Yet, in an uncharacteristic fashion, he turned cautiously. Suddenly he couldn’t help but feel even smaller than usual in Elec’s presence.

It felt painful making eye contact. 

 ”You…” Something about just looking at him would send the lumberbot’s circuits afire. It was a little easier to ignore it or argue his way out of it with how infrequent Elec visited home, but now there was none of that. 

"…You look different without your glasses." That was it? That was the first thing he could croak out? It was. He didnt even notice Elec until he called him. ‘Nice going Doofus,’ his thoughts echoed. 

For some reason, the taller bot didn’t seem angry at him. Cut didn’t even seem all that angry on the outside. It was just



His stupid three piece grey suit felt 100 degrees.

Looking into the glass after his first sip, Elec deemed the wine as decent enough to continue drinking.

If there was one thing that the two of them could agree on, it was that seeing each other was pretty surreal. It felt weird to just be looking at Cut standing there after how long it’d been since they’d last seen one another, and doubly so considering the situation.

"Do I?" Elec asked, his voice tight but still cordial as he gestured with his glass, as well as a tilt of his chin toward the chair across from himself. "I forgot to take them with me the last time I was in Monsteropolis." And it was a shame too, he liked them, but then again since he’d been staying at the fortress he hadn’t had any real reason to bother wearing anything other than his armor and helmet, which felt nostalgic and pleasant.

"You wanted to talk to me, I take it." Even he would have considered that last statement of his to be on the smug side, if he weren’t absolutely certain that it was true.



The lights hanging above were beyond decorative—giving the evening a mythical air to it. Cut was surprisingly less cranky once he arrived, though he barely spoke a word to Plant at the door. He stayed hidden behind his brothers and trudged behind them. 

The grey suit he was forced into felt way too stuffy, but at least it wasn’t shortsies.

Thank god it wasn’t shortsies.

He wasn’t feeling much better than before, but Rock’s speech from before and his personal talk with Time’s gave him something else to think about.

Mostly just to be honest with himself about why he was so angry. If he and Rock were going to get Elec to come home, he couldn’t be screaming at him tonight. Because it was no use lying—he absolutely wanted to see Elec again.

This would have been just a little easier on the small bot had it been just one problem and not several. At least three. 

1. Get Elec to come home. The fortress was dangerous and he was just going to get hurt.
2. Find out if Elec ever forgave him. Or at least didn’t hate him. 

3. ………..

If he was going to find him, he’d have to do it himself. He was sick of standing around waiting for him all the time. ”It’s not fair,” he grumbled quietly to himself as he wandered away from the Lightbots.

There was something heavy resting on his chest, something Cut wanted to tell him at some point before any of this happened. And now it couldn’t have been worse timing. It would probably have to wait until they got Elec home.

They were, without a doubt, bringing Elec home.

It was possible that Cut might have walked by Elec Man several times before actually noticing him, as the electric robot was blending in with his setting in his modest black suit. It was unostentatious, but it fit him perfectly so he still looked quite handsome… yet strange without his yellow framed glasses he was usually wearing. Those had been left sitting on his bedside table back at Light’s residence, probably starting to gather dust by then, if he had to guess.

Having no luck in finding his date just yet, Elec was seated at one of the many elegant looking tables with a half-glass of wine. He didn’t really care for the taste of alcohol, never having much experience with drinking, but he was willing to at least try looking the part as he admired the world around himself, the sun hanging low on the horizon, and the breeze blowing gently.

Finally noticing the orange haired DLN, Elec turned in his seat to face him, smiling calmly, clearly in a mood of high confidence.

"Looking for someone?" He asked, taking some sort of a hesitant half sip of his drink, experimentally letting the liquid touch his mouth it to see if he’d like it (which was not at ALL a childish sort of gesture, no).


Yeah. As long as you’re alright with my still spending time with my linemate. Not like I can’t be that organized and speedy. It’s one of my specialties.

In that case, I suppose you won’t mind if I spend time mingling with others as well. It’ll be nice getting to know you a little better.