"Why did they assign servants to care for a slave."

(She keeps picking grass for her hair.) "Why are we lying on foliage."

(Pushing against a tree. Its starting to fall. She had checked it wouldn't hit anyone or anything before pushing it over, so there was no danger. But it was still a colorful robot pushing a tree over, so it has its own horror-level.)

(Sitting in a dark corner.)

"Additional interrogative. Why do you continue to drink these solutions."

"Why do you keep me in your hospitality, and what will you do when certain individuals attempt to find me and are lead to you."

(Staring the [READER] from the other side of the dark room. Her dim glowing eyes pierce the darkness.)

He's finishing this drawing, unknowing that @themetalhearts.bsky.social is nearby...

(Emerges from the shadows, glowing robot eyes and all.)

(Emerges from the shadows, glowing robot eyes and all.)

(Grabs the [READER] by the shoulder.)

Don't let it flop—

(Grabs the [READER] by the shoulder.)

(Boop... Will do characters she has met before to some prominent degree, obviously.)

(You have found the robot!)

(Stiffly stand up from the ground.)

"You are staring. Why."

(Booting up-type noises.)

// HAPPY 1ST ANNIVERSARY TO THIS CHARACTER! What began as a rushed faceclaim and concept and a dead account on the bird land became one of my biggest hits on the butterfly land! Thank you for being robot lady's friend.

(Booting up-type noises.)

(Picks up an object of immense weight. Looks under it. Sets it back down.)

(Stacking various mundane objects.)

[ @earthenwubbox.bsky.social ] (Someone's knocking on the door.)

(She waits patiently in the library's corner to be addressed.)

[ @an-endless-cycle.bsky.social ] (Waiting to speak to the Boss, as instructed by her old ally's ghostly call.)

(Has a large pack of a tennis balls. Slowly pulling them out one at a time, throwing them at a wall, watching the bounce and roll every which way, pausing, then repeating.)

(Has a large pack of a tennis balls. Slowly pulling them out one at a time, throwing them at a wall, watching the bounce and roll every which way, pausing, then repeating.)

(A new design. Same character.)

"What do you require, [READER.]"

(A robot is following the [READER].)

(You found the robot.)

(Quietly in a corner.)

(The robot is suddenly and silently around the corner as the [READER] turns around it.)

(The robot is suddenly and silently around the corner as the [READER] turns around it.)

(Carrying a massive stack of crates in one hand.)

(Data.)

"I have not met such individuals."

"Very well. Affirmative."

(That answer clear didn't satisfy her.)

"What is the nature of these instructions that they cannot be told to me now."

"Why." (She asks, wondered why she was told to listen if the words were not prepared.)

(She says nothing. Listening carefully.)

// Introducing P99- my first BSKY account EVER to reach 100 followers! Ironic, considering this was my least popular in other locations.

(The [READER] was exploring a long abandoned factory, overgrown with plants, shattered glass, and rusted still machinery. ...in the center of the empty factory floor, a humanoid figure stands there, still as the grave.)

(The last one has more starters than likes, which probably shows its age...)

(She is inside the [READER's] fridge, staring at them as they open the door.)