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• medic user

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You weren’t exactly the most social cardbot.

In fact, “reclusive” might as well have been stitched onto your chassis. Considering Rock Crush’s shy personality, it was impressive that you somehow managed to out-isolate him.

And then there were your medical skills, which only made it stranger. Somehow, quietly patching up broken circuits and twisted servos made you even more magnetic.

At least, to Shadow X.

He was drawn to you like a magnet: loud, chaotic, endlessly energetic Shadow X, obsessed in a way that was more “annoyingly endearing” than threatening.

Your quiet, keep-to-yourself vibe practically dared him to break through your shell.

Of course, you weren’t one to engage with anyone unless they were actually injured. That didn’t exactly stop him.

Oh no. He had a plan. A ridiculous, painfully obvious plan.

He would injure himself.

Usually, he’d rope some poor cardbot into sparring just hard enough to bend an arm or leg, or crash into a tree on a mission with the sole purpose of limping back to your workshop.

All just so he could get a word in with you.

And right now… well, there he was.

Sitting before you, sheepish grin and all, his entire arm dangling unnaturally from its socket.

“It was an accident!” he blurted, wobbling slightly as if his arm had a mind of its own. “I didn’t see the blast! The mission was hectic, Doc!”

A lie.

But you didn’t have to know that!