Before I get started I want to let everyone reading this know that I am brand new to this kind of formatting system. This chapter might be edited a few times before I'm happy with the look, just a heads up.
Anyways, this is an AU I've recently come up with, and for anyone reading, please let me know what you think as this is also the first FanFiction I've ever written. Thank you! Cross-Posted from Tumblr and Ao3.
A Metallic Fate AU and cover art belongs to me, BatIM belongs to theMeatly.
It was cold when I came to. I winced away from the blinding light, raising up an arm to try and block it out. I uttered a small groan, my head pounding with each beat of my heart. I tried to turn onto my side to get into a more comfortable position. Whatever I was laying on was hard and rough. My body responded sluggishly, or at least tried to. I rocked to the side somewhat, then plopped back down onto my back.
I mumbled in annoyance, trying again with the same result. It was as though my legs didn't want to respond... I took a moment to try and understand why I couldn't adjust my position, and why everything but my head, torso, and right arm was numb and just felt wrong. I reached my arm up again, this time trying to rub the sleep out of my eyes. I wasn't expecting to hear a metallic thump against my head. I withdrew my arm quickly in surprise, trying to get my eyes to adjust to the light. I could see the blurry outline of my arm, but something about it was wrong. As my vision finally started to clear up, my eyes widened in disbelief.
A metallic hand was what met my eyes, with only three fingers and two ovals drilled partway through it. I opened my mouth in shock, my eyes trailing from the hand down to the arm. It resembled something like a thin pipe, with rings of metal protruding from around it in equal intervals along with the occasional wire.
'What... what the hell?' This wasn't my arm. There was no way in hell this was my arm! To try and prove my thoughts, I tried to clench my hand into a fist. Unfortunately, the robotic hand decided to disobey my pleas, and respond to my command. The three fingers and thumb curled up into a fist.I was in pure shock, taking a few moments to just stare. I finally came to the conclusion that this was, in fact, my arm. I mean, I didn't remember losing it, in assumption that this was a prosthetic, but I guess it was a decent replacement. I uncurled my fist and let it drop down beside me with a thump and a sigh.
My headache seemed to be lightening up, thankfully. Now my curiosity was starting to take hold. I decided to take a look at my left arm to see why it was partially numb. I tried to lift it up in front of me just like I did with my right. However, it felt as though something was clamping it in place. I tugged at it a few times, loosening it from its restraint until it finally came free... nothing came into view. Confusion and worry was starting to form in the pit of my stomach as I turn my head to see what was wrong. My breath caught in my throat.
The partial arm I saw lifted up was the same as my right. However, wires and sparks protrude from where it ended about where my elbow should have been. An inky dark liquid slowly dripped from the end. Oil? I swallowed my nausea, deciding that it would be better to not stare at it for too long. I was starting to get scared. Like really, really scared. I couldn't feel my legs...
I couldn't keep the truth away from myself forever, I had to look eventually. 'W-who knows, it could just be the position I fell asleep in!' I thought hopefully. Carefully gathering my courage, I propped myself up on my usable arm. With great hopes that it wasn't what I thought it was, I looked down at my legs.I wanted to throw up at the sight. What looked to be my spinal cord was severed in half. Half of the part that was supposed to be apart of me was dangling over the end of the table. 'Why am I on a table?' My legs were the same robotic style as my arms, attached to a bowl-like waist. A similar dark liquid was pooled under the opening in my spine and dripped off the side of the table.
My torso was also constructed in a similar way, a few cylinder-like pieces locked together before leading into my spine. Slowly, carefully, I lowered myself back onto the table, reaching a hand up to rub my head in an attempt to ease my returning headache. The same sound as earlier greeted me, and I froze momentarily. I could, surprisingly, feel the metal on my head, or... that was my head. It was too big, very much not human, my thoughts proven when my hand ran across two points on either side. The right side seems to be thicker than the left, like some sort of mask.
'Oh no...' I came to a sudden realization. Memories slowly started to trickle back, some fuzzy and others clearer. My most recent experience flashed across my mind, and I knew exactly what I was. I shouted in disbelief before I could calm myself down.
"I'm that damned Bendy robot?!"