[A/N: idonthaveaproblem idonthaveaproblem idonthaveaproblem idonthaveaproblem idonthaveaproblem (are you convinced yet???)
I don't know if this one is separate from the other ones, but… i really want something with AUTO Pilottttttt. Would i normally ship this??? I'm not too sure. But i still can't think of a good si for this, so i'm using M-O for all of these. *SCREAMING*
This wasn't intended to be the second entry, but i finished it before the others, so i'm uploading it. It's not in first person. They speak in beeps and tones again, this happens while the ship is in space. I'm calling him "224" because that's the dock where he works.
TW/CW: working/cleaning, finishing someone else's job, chitchat, compliments, attempt at flirting, idk power dynamics?, not meant to be creepy oops, is that what a crush is???, slight hesitation, gentle electricity, being walked in on, plotting, elevator/car ride]
He's the best unit there is on the Axiom, so he obviously has a duty to clean up the captain's quarters at least once a week. The little daily stuff, a regular M-O unit can handle. But to make absolutely certain that the Captain was safe from germs and dirt, M-O Unit 224 was called in to give the cockpit a good scrub down.
This is how it went for a while. Ever since he was proven to be the best, he was sent to do this particular task. It wasn't hard: even the M-Os that were malfunctioning were highly intent on making things spotless. This was just a precautionary measure.
He cleaned the quarters to a satisfactory amount: as in "until nothing organic was left;" and stepped into the elevator to the bridge. The door opened, and he made a few beeps at the human inside.
"Oh, done already???" M-O beeped in an affirmative. "Alrighty. I'll get out of your way, then." The Captain slid over to the elevator to go wait in their chamber. They knew better than to be around when M-O 224 was in the room.
He immediately started scrubbing the trail that they had left behind. He didn't care for most humans, but this Captain was okay enough.
"(Hello, M-O Unit 224.)" The big, robotic ship wheel greeted.
"(Hello AUTO Pilot.)" He conversed as he worked, as he would rather get it done than stand by for idle chitchat.
"(M-O Unit 34 was here earlier today.)"
M-O glanced up to quickly scan the room. He continued to scrub. "(He did a pretty good job. Are you sure you even need me to come in anymore?)"
"(Affirmative, 224. You are the most efficient unit on the Axiom. You are specifically required to maintain proper cleanliness of the cockpit.)" He always spoke completely and fluently, even to other robots. He was just built to articulate in that manner.
M-O added flatly. "(I know, AUTO. I'm only kidding.)"
He beeped. "(Affirmative. Sarcasm has been processed.)"
M-O cleaned up anything that he could. He really did think the other unit did a good job, but there was always something that they left behind. 224 knew the spots that 34 would miss, so he went there first. He scrubbed those places well, and went over everything else just because.
AUTO would watch him clean for a few minutes at a time. For the most part, he didn't even really need to think about actually piloting the Axiom: it was in space, with no gravity or destination or dangers around. There were a few times when he really needed to take initiative of things while they were out here, but that happened only once every other century at best. Right now the 'waters' were clear and purple, and he didn't have to worry about things going wrong, so he could watch the way that M-O worked.
"(You are a very efficient unit, 224. The speed at which you complete your directive is incredible. I am impressed every time you sanitize the cockpit.)"
M-O finished up. "(I know.)" He gave the place another good scan before he decided that his job was done. "(Alright, this place looks cle–)" He spied a dirty spot.
AUTO moved over to be nearer to him. "(What is the issue?)"
He scanned it up and down a few times over, completely baffled as to how it got so messy. "(AUTO! What happened to you?! Did the Captain paw you up all morning?! You've got fingerprints all over you!!!)"
"(Negative. Minor system diagnostics were performed. No errors were detected.)" AUTO answered immediately, but did not seem phased.
"('Minor???!!' It looks like Cap really got into your circuits there!)" He shook his head. "(I wish these people would wash their hands more often. You must feel gross right now.)"
"(I am incapable of feeling dirt on my exterior panels.)"
M-O sighed in exasperation. "(I know, AUTO. I meant it figuratively.)"
"(Metaphor has been processed. If there is dirt on my exterior panels, then you must clean them.)" He leaned toward him quickly.
M-O felt a tiny bit surprised, but it was probably because of the motion. "(I-i know, AUTO. I'm gonna do it right now.)"
"(You must clean me. You need to be thorough and meticulous. There cannot be any dirt on my surfaccceessss.)" He inched nearer.
This was a little different. AUTO was always direct, but he wasn't exactly insistent in quite this way. Sure, he's been dirty before, but he usually had some reservations about being cleaned, even by 224. "(O… okay…)" M-O turned on his brush.
He reached up and started scrubbing the lowest of AUTO's handles; none of which were too dirty. He went over it regularly, but because it was a thin part of him, M-O slipped it between his brush and his body to clean the farther side. The metals of their bodies touched, and AUTO examined the feeling. He compared it to how the Captains would hold onto his handles sometimes, as they did that for express and dutiful purposes. That was how M-O was holding onto him now, and he found that he… liked how it felt when it came from a robot like M-O.
He released him and looked up. AUTO turned himself to offer another one of his handles, silently hoping that he would clean this one in the same manner. He did, quickly scrubbing it up and down and asking for the next one less than a minute later.
AUTO offered him the next handle and M-O started cleaning it. He waited until he was grabbed to speak. "(Your methods are interesting, 224.)"
M-O only beeped twice at the comment, more concerned with scrubbing than with compliments. He moved onto the next one, but it gave him a tiny jolt through his metal when he tried to grab it. He reflexively jumped back and beeped a few times in surprise.
AUTO made a low beep. "(Apologies. That handle has an electrode. I did not mean to shock you.)"
M-O thought it was a tad odd. He had cleaned that handle without issue before, but he guessed he must not have done it in quite this manner because he had never been shocked before. "(I-it's alright…)" He slid around to the back side of AUTO so he could clean it that way instead. He rolled back around to his front when he was done and asked for the last handle.
When he was almost done with it, AUTO spoke again. "(Suggestion: you should clean my rear surfaces first. There should be less dirt there.)"
"(Yeah, it seemed like it wasn't as bad back there.)" M-O rolled behind him and scanned him as he lowered down for him to reach. He stretched to reach where he could with his little body.
AUTO could feel that he wasn't scrubbing all the way up to his axle. He postulated for a moment, and tilted himself so that M-O could reach at his height. M-O huffed. "(Thanks.)" AUTO made a tone, and turned to let him scrub a different part of his rear panels.
M-O went over his back quickly because it wasn't very dirty at all. Most of the fingerprints that he saw were on his front face, and he wondered if he would be able to scrub him in this same configuration and keep a good optic on whether or not he was cleaning properly. "(You are VERY efficient, 224.)"
M-O paused where he was. AUTO didn't usually give him so many compliments in one of his visits. Usually it was just one, maybe two on a good day. But this was getting a little strange. Not unappreciated, but not completely comfortable either. He silently made himself push though the last few inches of AUTO's back panels.
M-O slid back when he was done. AUTO lifted himself back up to a more regular position, and turned himself around to face M-O. They looked at each other. "(What do you want me to do in order for you to properly clean me?)"
M-O thought about it. He definitely needed to scrub him down well, and he wasn't really going to be able to do that if AUTO was hanging over him: M-O worked best on surfaces that were below him. He considered it, but thought it might be kind of weird to do it that way. "(Um… could… could you lie down on the ground for me???)"
He didn't really expect the response. "(Aye aye, Captain.)" AUTO laid down in front of M-O, who was surprised by him complying so quickly. He took a moment to glance around the bridge, telling himself that he should make absolutely certain that the whole place was clean otherwise. He rolled up to AUTO's side, locking optics and hearing him beep that he was ready to be cleaned.
M-O hesitated a bit, but hopped up onto Auto's faceplate. He turned on his brush and started to scrub away all of the dirty, nasty fingerprints that were on AUTO. They were disgusting to think about, and there were so many more here than usual. M-O never knew AUTO to allow a human to get so intensive when giving him a diagnostic: it seemed even more out of character than how he had been treating him this whole time. He genuinely wondered if the Captain did a good enough job at it to miss these kinds of odd behaviors, but for all he knew that very diagnostic could have severed some data transfers in him.
He tried to make quick, thorough work of it. It was already weird to be sitting here on top of the highest robot authority on the ship, but it became weirder when he thought he felt another zap run up his body. He decided to ignore it, dismissing it as some raked up electricity from their metal touching like this. That is, until he felt another jolt a minute later.
"(Apologies. I will run an independent diagnostic on these small energy transfers.)"
M-O hoped he wouldn't bring it up. "(Y-yeah, i think ya should. I-it'd probably be dangerous for the Captain if it happened to them.)" He continued cleaning.
"(This has not happened with the Captain.)" M-O decided to not respond further. The sooner he was done, the sooner he could leave to think about all of this. "(M-O. Is there dirt on my lense?)"
He glanced up to see AUTO looking at him. He probably should have expected it, but he didn't have a chance to. He scanned over AUTO's surface again for a progress report. "(Um… yeah, a little bit…)"
"(Please clean that next.)"
M-O somehow knew he was going to say that, but it didn't make it any less awkward to hear. He finished up the area he was in and rolled over to AUTO's lense. He tried not to keep actual eye contact with him as he did it, using a softer scrubbing motion as not to accidentally scratch it. "(M-O…)"
M-O cleaned for a second more. "(Y-yes sir???)" They locked optics again.
M-O felt a stream of electricity run up and through his little body. It lasted just under two seconds and it felt pretty gentle: as if he entered his charging dock for only a few minutes. He tensed and lost focus, but blinked back to the present. He looked back down at AUTO with surprise.
"(You are an impressively efficient machine, M-O. Thank you for cleaning my surfaces.)" He spoke as normally as he ever did, but it sounded almost playful to M-O.
He wasn't too sure how to feel about it. He always preferred the results of a job well done to mere words about it, but those weren't the only things he was getting here. He had never received these strange little shocks before, and he was now certain that none of them were accidental. They felt good, but they were… honestly the most intimate thing he had ever actually experienced. Even the most intensive cleaning was only given on a surface level: this was internal and received. "(Uumm…)"
He got another little jolt. "(I look forward to our future encounters, M-O.)" AUTO gave him yet another gentle shock.
"(Uuhh, uh, A-AUTO…)"
The elevator doors opened, and M-O immediately turned his head to look at the Captain. "Sorry, i left my coffee up he–" They were surprised to see M-O on top of AUTO on the floor. "Oh! Am i… interrupting something?"
M-O quickly beeped in the negative. He finished scrubbing down AUTO, taking all of only three seconds to eradicate all of the dirt on his surface. He hopped off of him and dashed to the elevator, beeping out acknowledgement that he was done and hopping up to press the button. The door closed and he was whisked away.
AUTO returned to a proper position. He turned his handles to stretch and turned to the Captain. "Greetings Captain."
They turned to him from watching the elevator. "What was that about?! Was 224 scrubbing you down because you had me freaking pet you earlier???"
"Affirmative Captain. There can be no dirt on my surfaces."
They huffed. "Oh come on! My hands are never THAT dirty!!!"
"Irrelevant, Captain. There can be no dirt on my surfaces. It is for your protection."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, AUTO." They rolled their eyes and crossed their arms. "I've never seen you lie down for a M-O before. 224 must be VEEERRY efficient for you to let him clean you like that."
AUTO turned away a bit, and only beeped quietly a few seconds later; trying not to show any embarrassment because he didn't feel any about allowing that. He was just a little embarrassed that their time was cut short because the Captain walked in on them. They smiled and shook their head at the reaction.
In the elevator, M-O reviewed the entire experience with AUTO. Everything about it was weird: the compliments, the requests, sitting on top of him, and the electricity… It was unlike any of the hundreds of other times he had come in to clean. It was… kind of nice, actually. It was interesting to be on top of an authority like AUTO, and the zaps that he got were invigorating and borderline endearing. He calmed down and decided to take it as a positive experience.
The elevator stopped in the robot lobby where GO-4 was waiting in the transport cart. He turned to face him. "(Are you prepared to return to Dock 224???)"
M-O rolled over and hopped onto the cart, taking a seat just behind GO-4. He sighed. "(Yup. All good to go.)"
"(Then we will proceed without hesitation.)" He launched the cart and drove it out of the lobby and onto the Lido Deck.
M-O turned around and looked up toward the cockpit. When he saw AUTO looking out of the window, he raised his brush above his head and waved it back and forth. AUTO had been waiting to watch him leave, and seeing him wave made him happy. He made a tone to himself and turned his wheel around to wave back, glad that M-O wasn't upset about the time they had. And when it came down to it, M-O found that he was also looking forward to their next encounters.
[Post a/n: welcome to the polycule, AUTO. Making shipping fics about the robots from "WALL-E" was… maybe not a great idea, because i'm in love with most of them. Aaaaah well. I hope this was fine. Not sure if it goes perfectly in-line with the other one, but uuuhhh ignore that lmao]