I've decided to change this 'story' to a series of bizarre Rule 34ish oneshots. What can I say? Robots need lovin' too. That being said, I went a little overboard on this one. Too much time wondering how little ol' Muggy kept converting mugs into wonderglue.
Just a forewarning: this got more than a little dark and strange... This is not the mini securitron you were looking for.
Anywho, feel free to let me know what you think.
Standard Fallout is property of Bethesda/Zenimax disclaimer applies.
"Shhh. It's going to be alright."
Muggy frowned and wiped a small speck of dust off the pristine ceramic rim off his latest coffee mug victim. No matter how much he cleaned and cared for them, this always happened.
He shot a furious glance at the Biological research station. It seeded everything. Always leaving traces of soil behind as if to mark his territory. Muggy tightened his grip on the coffee mugs handle, ignoring the sound of cracking ceramic.
"I told you to stay away from him." He hissed at the mug. "Why didn't you listen? None of them ever listen..."
Muggy held back a sob as he surveyed the coffee mug cowering before him. It's rim was in a perfect circle of fear. They always did this to him, made him out to be the monster. Dr. 0 was the monster, not him. It just wasn't fair.
He dragged the mug to the one place he was reasonably sure he would be alone. No light switches to spread rumors, no Auto-doc casting disapproving stares. Just the disembodied organs of the Courier floating in silent vigil; the organs of the one person who knew what it was like to be broken – the only one to ever show him kindness.
He threw the mug down into a shadowed corner, ignoring the sharp protest of chipping enamel. No protests could quell him now. This was his purpose. The familiar spark of desire caught enveloped him as he surveyed the mug's prone form splayed out below him. Dr. 0 had programmed him to enjoy this at least.
The sounds of breaking ceramic echoed throughout the small room as he thrust himself over and over into the unresisting mug. Muggy rode the giddy wave of inane pleasure he took from his task until, with a shudder, he released spurts of his formaldehyde based solvent over the mug's powdered remains.
His momentary release over, Muggy sobbed silently to himself as he mixed his contribution in with the remains of the mug, taking care to scrape what he could salvage into the empty bottle he kept for such occasions. He had just finished the familiar motions of cleaning the evidence when he heard the welcome sound of the Sink's elevator. The Courier was back.
Muggy quickly grabbed his newly minted bottle of 'wonderglue' and rolled out to meet the Courier. Maybe he would get some new mugs as companions, and maybe this time they would stay clean for him.