Pointless drabble.
Well, this is actually quite pointless, and was more just trying to sort out what Random's thinking so I can RP him properly :S Thought you might want to read it anyway, even though it doesn't really go much of anywhere.
Can’t think, can’t think… Random tried to ignore himself telling himself not to think. Tried to ignore Sparx, she’d stop posting stuff at him now, and he was practically ignoring the computer anyway. He was trying to ignore everything. Still not working.
He ripped the bonnet up off of an old car hulk, tearing it almost off its hinges. Didn’t matter. He’d fix that later. But he didn’t want to think. Stupid Sparx. Why’d she have to bring that up? Thinking!... He thrust his left hand into the car and pulled out a mass of wires, causing the engine to jerk and spark. Okay, that’s not right. If it wasn’t broken before then it is now. Mortal transports didn’t require that much thinking to fix. Random had fiddled around with them enough to practically repair one with his eyes closed.
I am not some coward, sitting around here because I’m too scared to get out and do something right. Yes I am. Random tried to switch off again and keep working on the car. You do. It’s just so much easier to be what you’re programmed to be. It’s an excuse at least. You never have to be better than what you are. ‘Cause you’re just the messed up cyborg. No one would blame you if you couldn’t beat it. Random gritted his teeth and pretended he didn’t hear it. “That’s not true…” he told himself, out loud. But deep down he knew it was.
But why the hell would I not want to get out of this? I hate being like this. Random stopped and shoved the wires back into the car angrily. There wasn’t any good reason. None. But he still stayed stuck. Whenever he got somewhere and proved he could beat his evil, he’d just let the doubt creep back in. He’d let it. Why? So that he wouldn’t have to keep on trying, perhaps?
And then stupid mortals would risk their lives just to prove to him that he could. He already knew that he could. He just wouldn’t. Just kept running back to the junkyard, so to speak.
He was thinking again, much more than he wanted to. He turned his attention back to the car and started shoving the wires back in properly. If he could just keep himself from thinking about it… but it wouldn’t stop it from being true.
Even after he’d fixed two more cars, a washing machine, and made a half-hearted attempt at Mark’s wrist cannon he knew it wouldn’t stop it from being true. No matter how much stuff he could try and fix, he knew he was only avoiding the thing that truly needed it.
Can’t think, can’t think… Random tried to ignore himself telling himself not to think. Tried to ignore Sparx, she’d stop posting stuff at him now, and he was practically ignoring the computer anyway. He was trying to ignore everything. Still not working.
He ripped the bonnet up off of an old car hulk, tearing it almost off its hinges. Didn’t matter. He’d fix that later. But he didn’t want to think. Stupid Sparx. Why’d she have to bring that up? Thinking!... He thrust his left hand into the car and pulled out a mass of wires, causing the engine to jerk and spark. Okay, that’s not right. If it wasn’t broken before then it is now. Mortal transports didn’t require that much thinking to fix. Random had fiddled around with them enough to practically repair one with his eyes closed.
I am not some coward, sitting around here because I’m too scared to get out and do something right. Yes I am. Random tried to switch off again and keep working on the car. You do. It’s just so much easier to be what you’re programmed to be. It’s an excuse at least. You never have to be better than what you are. ‘Cause you’re just the messed up cyborg. No one would blame you if you couldn’t beat it. Random gritted his teeth and pretended he didn’t hear it. “That’s not true…” he told himself, out loud. But deep down he knew it was.
But why the hell would I not want to get out of this? I hate being like this. Random stopped and shoved the wires back into the car angrily. There wasn’t any good reason. None. But he still stayed stuck. Whenever he got somewhere and proved he could beat his evil, he’d just let the doubt creep back in. He’d let it. Why? So that he wouldn’t have to keep on trying, perhaps?
And then stupid mortals would risk their lives just to prove to him that he could. He already knew that he could. He just wouldn’t. Just kept running back to the junkyard, so to speak.
He was thinking again, much more than he wanted to. He turned his attention back to the car and started shoving the wires back in properly. If he could just keep himself from thinking about it… but it wouldn’t stop it from being true.
Even after he’d fixed two more cars, a washing machine, and made a half-hearted attempt at Mark’s wrist cannon he knew it wouldn’t stop it from being true. No matter how much stuff he could try and fix, he knew he was only avoiding the thing that truly needed it.