Hello all, this is Maelstrom, or more specifically Blood Maelstrom.
This is my second story that I am working on, and if I must say myself, I'm quite excited. The movie Wall-E deeply moved me, and the other Fanfictions based off of Wall-E inspired me to make my own! Thank you for your advice Whoadrep08, without your help and hopefully more help to come, this new fanfic probably wouldn't be possible.
And now, with much hope, I present you all with:
Wall-E, mixed scenarios.
Out there..
There's a world outside of Yonkers..
Way out there beyond this hick town, Barnaby..
There's a slick town, Barnabyyy
Out there..
Full of shine and full of sparkle!..
Close our eyes and see it glisten, Barnabyyy..
Listeeen. Barnabyyy!...
…
….
…
…-ride through town..
With a breath of air he hoisted a compacted cube into place, continuing the row of similar compacted trash cubes.
..-In one of those new horse drawn open cars
Listening to his favorite tune he turned to the side and reached over, picking up another cube, maneuvering it to its fate like all its other dirty little brethren.
We'll see the shows at Delmonico's..
And we'll close the town in a whirl..
And we won't come home until we've kissed a girl!...
With the last cube finally set in place, he let the breath of satisfaction deep in his lungs burst out. Walking away from the complete row of cubes, he set his hands on his hips, looking far into the orange-colored horizon…
...And the hundreds of feet below him.
With a nervous glance down he turned away and picked up his trusty trash compactor by a leather strap and hoisted it over his shoulder, almost forgetting the shopping cart he brought along with him all the way up here.
Looking at it in slight wonder as to what happens next, he decided to just leave it where it is, he completed this trash skyscraper, he won't ever have to come back up again. As he attempted to maneuver past the cart he stumbled and bumped into the cart, sending it flying off the trash tower. After quickly regaining his courage from the close call he looked over and followed the poor things' one way trajectory to hurt..
CRASH. He shivered.
Moving back from the edge he backed up against the wall of cubes, feeling much safer with something to steady himself with as he made his dangerous way back down.
'At last..' He thought as he took his last step off of the trash skyscraper. The sweet, sweet ground was his to walk for yet another day.
squeak
Huh? He looked down at the location of the sound and immediately smiled. Hal was waiting for him loyally in the exact spot he told him to stay before he began his climb. He knelt down and offered his pet a hand, Hal scampered on and continued up his arm, stopping at his shoulder to feel him with his abnormally long antennae. He chuckled then burst into laughs as Hal took his playfulness further and zipped about in his rusty brown shirt.
His name was Wall E. He didn't know his real name, but when he was younger with whatever was left of his fellow workers, his nickname was Wall-E, the very same name all the workers were called. He tried not to think of it often, but the past always did come back to haunt him in one way or the other. Aged at 24 and standing at a healthy 5'9", bordering 6', this was probably the only thing actually healthy looking about him, his face was covered in dust and filth from lack of bathing, but his features like his cheeks weren't too round or too sharp, just right. Not one spot of his body was clean, and his brown ruffled hair wasn't left out when it came to showing signs of poor hygiene. He wore a tattered and faded gray shirt with dust covered brown cargo pants, accompanied with a black leather jacket that had a messy fur collar, he honestly liked that about his jacket, maybe the tussled spikiness of it was wolf fur maybe?
Many gadgets adorned his body, a gray breathing mask that looked just like the one in Tom Clancy's Vegas 2 (just for reference) and a utility belt that was nothing more than something similar to a police officers, but definitely home-made. It carried all the necessary things he could need. A few of them being a splitting laser and binoculars (they look similar to Wall-E's optics). Thinking back to Hal, he was the closest thing to a friend he has, and to be perfectly honest he didn't know cockroaches could live as long as Hal has, who has followed Wall-E around for over 2 years.
The little guy must be mutated from the environment, maybe that's why.
Averting his attention from his loyal pet he picked up his shovel he left with Hal and dusted off his pants. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt he was forgetting something as he began to walk down the street.
He froze.
Running back he snatched up his lunchbox. Never again!
The sky began to turn a deeper shade of orange, noticing this he rechecked his self for any missing items and began his walk through the city.
Buy N Large is your superstore; we got all you need and so much more.
Wall-E strolled right past the BnL bank and 'Advertisement city', the annoying tune that has accompanied him his whole life as he walked down this path through the area. Having listened to it a thousand times, it doesn't catch his attention anymore.
Too much garbage in your face? There's plenty of space out in space! BnL starliners leaving every day. We'll clean up the mess while you're away!
More holograms, same as yesterday.
'The jewel of the BnL fleet, the Axiom.'
Wall-E stopped in his tracks and looked up at the massive hologram taking place, certainly not a new one, but an aggravating one.
'Spend your five-year cruise in style, Waited on 24 hours a day by our fully automated crew. While your captain and autopilot chart a course for nonstop entertainment, fine dining, and with our all-access hoverchairs, even Grandma can join the fun. There's no need to walk!
The Axiom. Putting a star in executive star liner.'
His shoulders slumped, the date on the hologram dating over 700 years. The pang of loneliness began to surface...
The hologram faded as the Axiom launched, leaving nothing but the very same launch pad in the distance, old and rusted. But not all was left behind, next to the abandoned site and within reach was his home sweet home, perched on the end of a cut-off highway. Resuming his walk Wall-E began to approach his home. Pulling a lever, the ramp known as the door started up with a mechanical whir and came down. He stepped inside, he was home.
Shelves upon rotatable shelves were filled with objects of all sorts, one could say this was an over sized toy box, but to him this was his treasure chest. Flipping a switch the Christmas lights of both white with pink and purple colors blinked awake, giving the truck a warm homely feel.
Sighing to himself he pressed an indoor button, the ramp whirring back up into place. Kicking off his old boots and slipping off his old jacket and brightened up at the thought of what was waiting for him. As he stepped over to the other side of the truck he lifted the lever to an old toaster, an ancient cassette popping out into his hand. Not wasting a second he slid it into a cassette player and extended a magnifier, a cool contraption that magnified the little screen and audio of his mp3 player that displayed the cassette recording.
Humming the tune of the very song being emitted from the cassette playing he sat down on a thin makeshift mattress and massaged the soreness from his feet.
The scene of people dancing in the street to 'Put On Your Sunday Clothes' switched to 'It Only Takes a Moment', noticing this Wall-E stopped and turned to the screen, his humming diminishing.
'That it only..'
Wall-E moved off the mattress and onto the floor before the screen, staring deeply with lost and lonely eyes into the screen, a woman and man looking into each others' eyes and holding hands.
'Took a moment…'
Still staring intently, he reached for his belt and retrieved his binoculars, clumsily and absent-mindedly setting them on a nightstand toward the screen and hit a record button.
'To be loved…a whole life…looong..'
With lonely puppy dog eyes he looked at his hands and brought them together..
He sighed when the recording ended and got on his feet, his lunchbox looked like it needed a cleaning. Reopening the ramp to the already darkened night, he began to smack the open box onto the ramp and cleared it of any chunks of dirt and dust sticking on the bottom, Hal scampering around minding his own business. His aloof mind allowed him to wander his
His breath taken away, he reached over for his binoculars and hit the record button again up into the hole in the heavens.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!-
'huh?..' His mind was shaken from his reverie by the familiar alarm and beeping light on his binoculars. Removing them from record and looking into them he scanned the horizon, quickly finding what he was looking for, a dust storm blowing from the direction of the city. With relative ease it quickly engulfed all the trash skyscrapers and metal ones alike. Aware of the imminent danger he smacked the box a few more times onto the ramp and snatched Hal into his hands as he shuts the ramp to his truck as the storm begins to reach for his truck. With practiced routine he grabbed his breathing mask and latched it onto his lower face, covering his nose down to his chin. He took a deep breath. When dust storms came strolling in, all the toxic substances that settled down into the ground are blown around again into the atmosphere for all to breath and suffocate.
Now safe from the dust and his lungs supplied with filtered air, he relaxed back onto one of the shelves with a tired low breath, the breathing mask echoing the sound of an astronaut breathing in his suit. He opened his eyes halfway, not really looking at anything, just opening them, as he remembered another detail about himself. Lifting his arm and setting his hand onto his chest.
His problem.
Lifting his shirt to shoulder level, everything became clear. Since he was young, back when the few descendants of the people who couldn't afford the outrageous price of a starliner like the Axium and other such people stayed behind, they have told him he was an unlucky child to be exposed to too many unhealthy conditions. There was still few descendants of workers like him know as Wall-E's when he was young, but they all died out, he was the last of his kind left. Basically, his immune system became wrecked.
And so, the best doctors available, or how many was left of them, fixed him up. Technology was still just barely good enough to pull it off, he got a prosthetic implant into his body that produced the vital things an immune system would, it reacted in harmony with his body like it was designed to. The only visible thing on his skin though, was a tiny solar panel. It wasn't glued or attached to his skin directly, but expertly stitched with stitches that were barely felt. Never the less, he always had to charge sometime if he didn't want to become a wreck.
Sighing out yet again, he closed his eyes.
Something tickled his ear….he ignored it but something tickled him again, causing him to sneeze.
Ah..of course..he forgot to feed Hal, he always did tickle his nose with his antennae when he was hungry..
Reaching into one of the shelves Wall-E retrieved a snack cake and opened it, setting it down for Hal to indulge. Wasting no time or effort Hal quickly darted into the cakes creamy interior.
Wall-E shivered at the sight..Hal really does get into everything's innards.
Yawning into his hand he crept to the mattress and climbed on, 'It Only Takes A Moment'replaying. Soon after closing his eyes, the song woo'd him to sleep.
'To be loved..a whole..liiife..looong..'