so i have a lot of robot feelings ok. sawtooth/squarewave is my new otp. anyways, i know absolutely nothing about robots or rapping so well see how this goes. im hoping to do my first multi-chapter fic! oh and yeah homestuck's not mine, obviously.
Sawtooth has been gone for over two months. It's no big deal; he's almost always gone. He's amazing at rapping and skill like that needs to be shared with the world. You totally get that, but you still miss him. Robots probably shouldn't be able to miss things, but Dirk put a lot of your effort into your design. He wanted you to be able to feel real human emotions, in the hopes that it would improve your rapping. It doesn't, really, but you're still grateful that you have them.
You're not sure if Sawtooth has emotions like you do. Since it didn't help improve your rapping, you can't be sure that Dirk bothered to program them into Sawtooth. You want to ask, but you're afraid of the answer. You know that Sawtooth probably doesn't like you in the same way you like him, but it'd be awful to know that he just can't.
Today is the anniversary of your creation, and while you don't really care, apparently it's a big deal to humans. You've been researching a lot and humans seem to get gifts on this day, so you're going to ask Dirk for a gift.
You're nervous as you approach his room. It almost feels like you're going to short circuit. But you have to do this, it's important to you. As you come up behind him, he addresses you without ever looking away from his computer. "Squarewave, I don't want to have a rap battle with you. Please find entertainment elsewhere."
"Um, actually, I was hoping for a favor on this day, from my creator." You stutter a little bit, and try to stop yourself from rhyming, with little success. It's hard to not do the one thing you were created for.
He turns from his computer and gives you his full attention. "That's pretty unusual, but sure. What do you want?" You really like Dirk. He's pretty great when he's not kicking your ass in rap-offs or refusing to indulge you with them at all.
"Can you tell me where Sawtooth is, dawg?" He seems only slightly surprised by your request. You've gotten pretty good at reading him over the years, and he hardly bothers to mask his emotions around you anymore.
"Sure, I'd just have to activate the tracking chip in him, but can I ask why?" You're too embarrassed to tell him and start uncontrollably buzzing. A clicking noise comes from your chest and your temperature spikes.
"Whoa, Squarewave, don't malfunction on me. It's cool; you don't have to tell me why." He turns back to his computer and starts typing furiously while you try to cool yourself down. Over-heating is the worst. By the time Dirk turns back to you, you've gotten a decent hold on yourself.
"Here, take this remote. All you have to do is press this button and it'll tell you exactly where Sawtooth is at that moment. Happy birthday dude." You take the remote with poorly disguised excitement.
"Thanks dawg! You are the best. Ok imma leave you to your important business now." You scurry away from Dirk's room and go settle yourself by your charger in the living room. You take a deep breath (not that you need to, it's just a comforting feeling) and press the button.
As you look down and see that Sawtooth is in Australia, you feel closer to him than you have in months. You also feel so warm inside that you think you might be over-heating again.