"It is time to go to heaven, my child..."

jamcat Look. I don't even have a Switch 2, but knowing what vehicles there are and which returned, I can say with certainty that Dust Man would be riding in a Bulk Star. You cannot convince me otherwise.

His Holiday gift for everyone... Is staying away. He's got scrap to eat.

《NC》 “...sweet release...”

《NC》 “Everybody is so mean to me.” “I'll get to eat them someday.”

《NC》 ...he literally stays the same? Holy shit, he is a cla-

《NC》 Vacuuming up all the dust from Disney Thanos Snapping everyone.

“Like Dust.” Well that was a helpful description.

“...dog.” ...very good, Dust Man. “Not a robot dog..?”

jamcat I may be heading off for the night, or at least slowing down. I just wanted to provide another horror to the verse at some point, and figured sooner was better than later. Mood booster for writers(?), mood ruiner for muses, lol.

《NC》 “I am the Dust Man. I clean the Dust.” ...also scrap parts, apparently. That's a bit morbid if you think about it-

jamcat Yes.

“𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐓 𝐔𝐏!" “Huh?” There.. there was no one here. … What is going on? He heard someone. He for sure heard someone yapping about a robot’s existence and how they remembered him. .. It even sounded.. familiar.. Scarily familiar. .. “I-.. I need to sleep this off. I’m not gonna worry about it.

—> just my guilt getting to me.” Rock laid back on his bed. And stared up at the ceiling. .. Tomorrow’s another day- Hopefully.. a better one

“It's true.” He clawed his way out of cyberspace. You do get used to the feeling after being in there awhile, though.

《NC》 ...oh- more trash. It's gonna start eating that, too... vacuum cleaner on-

...well, whatever that was, it was hers, now... He was topped up after all that dirt got launched at him. Now he'll have to go back to the scrapyard and make a dump trip early... Off he goes, lumbering along with heavy, metallic footsteps...

《NC》 A small, insectoid robot skitters up the strange robot. ...he plucks it off, and throws it into his vacuum like a snack... Yum.

Blinks. She stares at the clump on the ground. Not only did she get that money back, she also got free parts. Tron does a fist pump.

《NC》 “I can't taste anything. But Dust is my namesake. I have an extremely personal bias as a result.”

Nope. He would not. ...oh, wait- he finally turned it off. Now he's rooting around in there for something... He tosses the money, and a bunch of smaller, more intact machine parts as a clump on the ground. “...clog removed...” ...guess he's leaving, now? Huh...

Still sucking the money up. Slow blinking at the ground.

*NC* *Holding onto a pole for dear life*

...vacuuming the money up one singular bill at a time like a cartoon-...

《NC》 “...” Turning on the vacuum full-blast...

《NC》 “I am the Dust Man. I find Dust delicious.” He can't taste shit, by the way-

...fine... ...he's taking this last camera with him, though..

“Your cameras require maintenance. They are beyond repair.” T E A R -

《NC》 Fucking dissipates into scrap and wire???

“...they are beyond repa-”

“I shall continue cleaning the places in which the cameras were affixed.” STOP HIM-

《NC》 “I am re-built different.” Rock should probably leave now.

“...they are now beyond repair...”

Well, the vacuum does its job... for a little bit. Then there's a huge clump of dirt and grass in the mix, clogging the living disposal's 'mouth'. After realizing this, it halts for a moment, before tearing the clump free with terrifying strength... And HURLING it toward the girl.

“They were beyond repair.” By that, he means Rock broke them at some point. And he decided they were better in the junkyard.

《NC》 “Junk Man has been recycled.” OH-

...slowly reaches down to grab the scrap... Eats it again-

《NC》 “Consequences, you say-”

𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐡. Comically lens-shaped scrap falls out.

He eated the cameras.

“...” “...” “Upon assessing the situation, your corporation is virtually landfill already. As such, I will no longer be wasting my time on your sub-waste material attempts at 'trash-talk', pun woefully intended.”

“Your disassembly can be further postponed.” “There is clearly a bigger scrap heap to be dealt with.”

“Your derogatory statement...” “Is not worth cleaning up.”

“One' bot's treasure...” Uh-oh... it's cranking up the power. “Is another bot's 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡.” Seems like it won't be letting up... whatever it was. It looked damaged beyond reasonable function, and yet, it was dragging those parts in no issue...

...he has no interest in music. However, he will be there for cleanup. It's his job.

...slow blink... “Salutations.” Picks up a small bit of metal... chucks it in his vacuum. “Good day.” ...off he goes... I guess..?

...shrugs... Guess if he can keep doing it, he'll actually listen to the good doctor. Off he lumbers, with a huge pile of scrap in his arms...

Staring in living scrap disposal.

...looking over..?