AN: No beta we die like hilichurls


My first memories weren't the moment I had opened my lenses to the figure of Maestra Noelle. No. I treasure that moment with all of my gears, but it was not my first memory. My first memories were in a much, much darker place.

"Sir, our prototype is much too early. We can't simply give it away."

"Why not?"

"We still need more data and-"

"You've been saying that for the past four months and you've had no progress at all."

"But sir! You must understand that this model's core concept is still very unknown-"

"Unique. You mean."

"Excuse me, sir?"

"Unique. A sentient, mechanical being. A robot that can think on its own. Can make decisions on its own."

"Y-Yes, sir. But we still don't know much about it. It is too much risk to give it away all of a sudden to just about anyone."

"We're not giving it to anyone."

"W-We're not?"

"No. We're giving it to my friend's place."

"Your friend? You mean-"

"Yes. Him. I reckon his knights will do well for this little guy."

Two voices I didn't recognize. I think I was in a box. I couldn't see anything, though I couldn't move either. I was switched on, yet at the same time, I was not. I could see, yet it was dark. All I knew was that I was to be put somewhere.

I felt… something, at the time. I did not know what emotion it was. Now I understand that it was anger. I was going to be sent somewhere I didn't know.

I was aware of the trip. I could feel the bumps of the road, the sounds of the birds, and the chatter around the carriage. Though it was still dark in the box, the noises were different. This one sounded like… many leaves, trees, and nearby water.

The carriage stopped, and I could feel the weight of the carriage lightening. This was my destination. But when the opening of the carriage was closed, I felt what I now know as my disappointment. It seemed my journey was not yet over.

"Oh, please. Let me handle this."

"Thank you! I'm a bit behind schedule and catching up is exhausting. I appreciate this."

"Not a problem. Would you like a hot beverage as well?"

"Thanks but I don't have the time-"

"Here you are."

"O-Oh, t-thank you. Wow."

"I put it in a to-go cup so you can drink it while you drive."

I could hear a conversation again. This time, it was a feminine voice along with the man he had been trusted to be delivered by.

First off, the delay was 100% on the man's fault. He had overslept. If I only had access to my alarm systems I would've woken him up. But then again, my internal clock was also off.

And second, I liked this lady already. Whether she prepared the hot beverage in advance, or simply had it prepared from the start, it was impressive.

"Well, thank you again! I'll be off now."

"Please, take care on your journey, Mister."

And she was very respectful too! Just listening to her voice seemed to be able to soothe the man's mind, judging from the calm heart rate and brain activity I could sense.

As I felt the carriage starting again, I noticed I was getting tired. I didn't know I could get tired. But it seemed that I would be fully shut down now. Such a shame. I wanted to hear more from the nice lady.

Just before I shut down, I could hear her again. With a new masculine voice accompanying her.

"Did you unload all of these crates by yourself, Noelle?"

"Yes, Master Diluc. The Mister was behind schedule so I thought of helping him out and giving him a hot beverage."

I heard the man sigh. "Noelle, what did I say about talking to strangers?"

"B-But, he needed help!"

Just before I shut down, I couldn't help but wholeheartedly agree with the lady.

At that moment, I shut down. I felt nothing. I don't remember anything. The next thing I knew was that the rumbling had stopped. I felt a certain weight. I wasn't in the carriage anymore.

"Alright. Now to see what's inside you"

I heard a female voice it sounded familiar to what I heard previously. But that couldn't be right. I would've been dropped off back in that area if that was the case. And I felt myself moving away from that area so I could have been there. I felt my box rumbling, tearing. This was it. I was here. To where I was sent to.

"-Just give me a moment."

I was brought out of my box, and I felt a warm finger to my power button.

Up until before, my world was dark. And in one push of a button, colors filled my vision.

The first thing I noticed was the face of the person in front of me, the person who had switched me on. I greeted them, as was in my programming.

◤Hello, I am Roomba. Your cleaning companion.◢

I saw her eyes widen. She was surprised. I thought they were expecting me.

"Hi."

◤Hello, I am Roomba. Your cleaning companion.◢

I saw her perform a bow. A sign of greeting and respect

"Greetings. My name is Noelle. I am a maid of the Knights of Favonius."

Oh, so it was her.

Then, I guess I have to do my best.

I refuse to be sent away again. I will be useful.


Humans were weird.

Why were the halls always dirty at certain intervals? Why did Maestra Jean have an unlimited supply of paperwork? Where did it come from? What are birthdays? Why were humans so fixated on their weight?

And what was going on between Huffman and Sister Gotelinde? Wait, that one was a question I regularly heard in the halls as of late.

My database had doubled in size since my arrival here at the Knights of Favonius Headquarters. I take pride in my work. I perform my tasks to my utmost best. Safe to say, I am now a valid and crucial member of the knights.

But more importantly, my Maestra!

Yes, none other than Maestra Noelle. She was very impressive. I was entrusted to her. When I was first assigned to her, I did my best to be useful, to fulfill my purpose. I was prepared for whatever order Maestra Noelle would give me.

Yet, she seldom did.

She even gave me a name too! I'm Cookie. My database tells me it is also the name of a circular pastry. My Maestra truly is very witty!

Ah right, back to what I was saying.

Maestra Noelle didn't need my help. She was a wonder to watch. She would move like a hurricane, except she cleaned wherever she went. She was very strong too! So strong that she inspired her close friend Maestra Ellin to strive for their goals together.

Maestra Noelle's goal was to become a Knight. Hence, why she was only a maid. Yet, if you ask me, she had everything a Knight should've had. She was very determined, and dutiful, and she was always there when people needed her.

Even if she was all the way out on the other side of Mondstadt, a call to her would be heard and all of a sudden Noelle was right there in front of them.

Even now, as she stood on top of me while I used my additional limb to sweep the feet of the tables and chairs while I vacuumed the floor, although I knew I was helping, I also knew Maestra Noelle could do this just as fast without me.

At first, It stung. The one thing I was good at, my one purpose, and I wasn't the best at it. Yet, as time flew by and I had become more exposed to Maestra, I had realized something.

Maestra Noelle didn't see it as a competition. She was simply doing her duty. And to her, I wasn't just a Roomba. To her, and to the other knights, I was Cookie. I was the Roomba.

It made me feel… something I can't describe. It gives me joy whenever I feel it. My database needs some more tune-ups before I can explain it, it seems.

The knights had treated me warmly. I was no experiment, I was no machine. I was just… Cookie. A maid, like my Maestra.

Now that would be a dream. To become a maid just like Maestra Noelle. To be depended on, just like Maestra Noelle. To be depended on by Maestra Noelle.

"Good working, Cookie. Do you mind finishing up here? I have a task to do outside of the Headquarters."

I wave her goodbye when she left before I resumed my cleaning.

Maestra Noelle truly was a symbol of determination and duty! There was not a task she couldn't do. I idolized her greatly.

She was everyone's maid, after all. Everyone depended on her. I wish I had that kind of a reputation.

Still, as I did my best to clean the halls, as well as greet everyone who went my way, I couldn't help but ponder to myself as my processors did their jobs.

Another emotion I couldn't describe suddenly pooled within my small body. Unlike the previous one, this emotion seemed to stem from worry, contemplation, and… something else.

If Maestra Noelle was everyone's maid, and she was taking care of everyone, spending all of her time performing her tasks…

I felt my small circular body halt in the middle of my cleaning. I did not wish to stop. Yet, I couldn't find the torque to spin my wheels.

Then-

Who was taking care of Maestra?


AN: Forgot again. Aiya too much Sumeru not much writing.