Helloooo fanfic writers! It has been awhiiiiillllle!
This is just an idea I had not too long ago. Not really sure where it's going, I have a few ideas but nothing really cohesive. I wouldn't mind a little help thinking of different plots. That doesn't mean I'll take every suggestion, but some brainstorming help would be appreciated. ( I already know who the apprentice is going to be, so that one is set. )
I haven't written anything in quite some time, so forgive me if this isn't the best.
I do not own Regular Show, it belongs to J.G. Quintel.
Prologue.
Initially, Techmo had opened his tech shop primarily to help people. He liked making a difference in peoples lives, even if it was just little things like fixing a crashed printer.
But over time it gained a secondary purpose: To find an apprentice. Techmo had no family line, no descendants. Many of his relations had died long ago, so he had to get creative to pass along his art. And the necessity to do so was beginning to way down on him. He may have been immortal, but he was not deathless. He wasn't clueless enough to think he would never be mortally wounded, or even fall ill. He'd seen many supposed immortals taken down by their own hubris.
He was well aware he was one of the best technomancers alive, he had knowledge dating back to its very beginnings. If he were ever killed, a fail- safe he had placed in his brain would erase all data, all memories. It was the only way to ensure it didn't fall into the wrong hands. But, on the other side of that, he knew things that were to crucial to be lost. Other techs told him he should download his data into the hidden library the tribunal presided over. But he refused to do it, anything digital could be hacked. It was simple fact, and as far as he was concerned the tribunal was too complacent. Far too comfortable in the belief no one would ever figure out how to break in. Never mind techs who went rogue, who already knew it was there...
It was a ticking time bomb.
He may have been a 'tech-head' to put it lightly, but he did think there were some things better done the old fashioned way.
Which was why he had begun hiring employees; the hope that he could find someone to pass along all his knowledge too, to teach the practice of technomancy. While all the workers he had hired did have the skill necessary for it, they had no drive; no will to help others. It was just a job to them. It was disappointing, and he had been about ready to give up. But life has its ways and surprises.
In retrospect it could have been a little close minded, naive even. To think that an apprentice would just pop into his shop looking for a job. But go ahead and tell him how else he could've gone about it.
He was all ears.
That said, he could admit he should have considered less... Obvious options. It was a common theme throughout history; the really great ones always rose from obscurity. And it looked like had finally stumbled on something great. He could slap himself for almost not catching it, but fortunately he had. He saw the skill that one was hiding. He may have even been unaware of his own talent. Merlin hadn't began his life dreaming of being the greatest wizard to ever live, so why should this be any different?
He couldn't help but chuckle a little to himself, it really would figure it would be one of them.
And that one had potential, he could tell.
