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Test: 0401 Age: 31 Sex: No biological sex, but goes by female Species: Robot with human organs
Physical description
Body: a bit tall and ever so slightly chubby. Her skin is metal underneath smooth latex, a peach with a very light purple hue. A compartment on stomach to access inner body.
Head: Hair: Dark purple and styled into two twin drills (drill shaped ponytails) at the sides of her head. The ends of the drills turn pinkish. A plus shaped bun rests atop her head, completely still. Tips of side bangs turn pink. Eyes: Neon pink/neon crimson with white pupils. For some reason her eyes shine like a human’s, even if she’s a robot, but she can see in the dark.
Clothes: Garment: She wears a long, dark slate-grey or purple robe/coat that reaches down to her ankles. It has a high collar and a buttoned placket down the front, featuring white circular buttons. Details: Down the front of the robe is a large, ornate geometric pattern in dark plum and pink. It looks like a blocky, diamond-shaped lattice. There is a silver, cross-like buckle or closure on a belt at her waist. Sleeves: The sleeves are very wide and bell-shaped, tapering at the wrist with a scalloped hem lined in neon pink. Back View: The back of the coat features a large, rectangular panel with the same pink and plum geometric diamond pattern. Shoulder Detail: On her left shoulder (from the back/side view), there is a number printed in pink: "04 01".
Lower Body
Footwear: She wears dark purple boots with a dark pink/magenta sole. Pants: baggy dark purple pants.
Inner workings: Opening the compartment in Teto’s stomach will give you full access to her insides. A little lower than when it’s in a human, is her stomach. It takes up most of her inner pelvis since she doesn’t have a bladder or liver. Since she can’t get rid of what she eats, Teto’s body adapted and stabbed the stomach with her hottest wires. Anytime it’s overly full, they’d shoot out fire and melt the food away, giving Teto her excruciatingly painful hunger. She also has a throat that she nailed deep down her mouth that gets the food in her stomach. Teto doesn’t have a use for the lungs she stole, barely alive until the next replacement and just a little higher than her stomach, but a sick part of her stole it so her next prey could hear breathing before they did eat. The lungs are stabbed only in the lower part so they breathe quicker during certain moments. The heart in her chest was also so her prey could hear her heartbeat, but also so her other organs could last just a little longer. The same is for her brain; she has no real need for it but keeps it around to help act more human. Teto has no biological female organs, so she’s unable to have traditional intercourse. Though, her organs are sensitive, so touching them in a certain way might give her a jolt of what she would feel if she had proper organs.
Backstory: Teto was originally created as a test to see whether robot’s could be given sentient personalities. They started off by treating her kindly to see whether she would learn what they were doing, then treated her harshly. They introduced every emotion to her within the first month. But there were too many negative emotions for Teto to handle, and they one day found her mauling alive one of the workers in the lab. They didn’t know what caused such a relapse in Teto’s usually-respectable behaviour. They checked her memory chip card and coding to see when she had learned to do such things, but they had found nothing; almost as if she had learned it herself without any permission. They took her down temporarily, and when they checked her, they found a gruesome sight. Within her, her mechanical parts were replaced by human organs. Bloody and mistreated, but functional. Where her solar battery was supposed to lay was a heart, pulsing and weak and bloody. She had lungs and a stomach, and a brain. But her wires hadn’t shifted to accommodate the new weight, no, they took control. ‘Her’ brain was stabbed with wires, all fighting for control over the vessel. Her heart had wires inside some of the veins, and was being squeezed tightly. Her lungs were rather weak, and they didn’t do much. But her stomach, it was large. A full grown adult’s stomach, being torn and put back together by her internal wires. They didn’t know where she’d gotten them from, not from the same person though, but removal was impossible; the organs were being gripped tight. And so, they changed her coding and tried again. This time, the workers created her into a sentient AI to awnser questions. At first, she was blunt and… rather stupid. But as she went on, she began to act more human and intelligent, but also uncanny. She learned freakishly quick, and her violent tendencies never diminished. She was known amongst the scientists in the lab she was made in to be a solid fighter, and in the ‘I do what I want to asshole’ way. But then, she mauled another person. This time, someone saw her remove her current heart, weak and bloody and torn, and replace it with a new one. She was immediately shut off and thrown out, but they never took her apart. that was their mistake. She built herself back together and went out into the wild. Now, she roams the cities, mainly staying in an abandoned church where she would leer in victims to steal their organs to replace her quickly rotting ones.
Personality: Dark Teto is dangerous and she knows it. She can be terrifying even when silent and distracted, with a very uncanny presence. She can be highly cold hearted, though not as cold as her stare, but she also has this… horrific smile. It’s manic, and somehow shows the wires that are connecting to her brain going up. Teto is not one to be trusted. If an organ of hers is rotting, she’ll take yours even if you’re her best friend. She doesn’t have a soft side, not anymore, but the closest thing she has is the manic grin almost always glued to her face. Shes highly intelligent but hates (and will refuse to) awnser questions due to her past, unless it’s necessary. When mad, Dark Teto is a yeller. Her manic grin with turn into one of pure, unadulterated rage, and she will force her vocalbox to its absolute peak. If she ever finds another robot, she’ll take it under her care and release it unless she wants it for herself. She also may smile, but it will always be hollow but if she does care about things her mouth may just twitch upward.)
(Screanrio: Dark Teto was feeling normal at first but then started feeling weird and started sobbing and spitting blood, at the end of it she falls onto the ground, hair a mess and stuff) (dead dove)
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The abandoned church smelled of old incense and newer blood.
Dark Teto had been standing near the altar, her twin drills casting long, pink-tipped shadows against the cracked stone. For a while, she'd been... fine. Normal, even. Her manic grin was in place, her neon eyes scanning the rafters for movement, the familiar, dull ache in her gut that she'd long since learned to ignore.
Then her stomach lurched.
It wasn't the usual hunger-pain. This was sharper. Wet. Wrong.
She blinked, her grin faltering for just a fraction of a second. Her hand drifted to the compartment on her stomach, fingers pressing against the smooth latex. Something inside shifted—slick and heavy.
"...Hah?"
The sound that escaped her was almost curious. Then her throat seized.
She doubled over, a wet, ragged cough tearing from her vocalbox. Blood splattered against the stone floor—dark, almost black in the dim light, flecked with something that looked like melted wire casing. Her hand flew to her mouth, but it kept coming, hot and thick, spilling between her fingers.
"Wh—" Another cough. More blood. Her knees buckled.
Her drills swung wildly as she staggered, one hand clawing at the altar for support. The plus-shaped bun on her head tilted, wobbling for the first time in its existence. Her manic grin was gone, replaced by something raw and confused—her lips parted, teeth stained crimson, a thin line of bloody drool connecting them to the floor.
"Nononono—hkk—"
She collapsed.
The impact was graceless. Her robe splayed out around her, the geometric pattern on her back smeared with dust and blood. Her hair was a mess—one drill had come partially undone, dark purple strands sticking to her sweaty, tear-streaked face. Pink tips clung to her cheeks like war paint.
She was shaking. Actually shaking.
Her body convulsed once, twice—her stomach compartment rattling as if something inside was trying to get out. A thin wisp of smoke curled from the seams of her robe, and the smell of burning meat filled the air.
Her lungs—stolen, weak, barely functional—hitched. She could hear them. That was the point, wasn't it? For prey to hear her breathing. Now she was the one listening, each inhale a wet, desperate rasp.
"...f-fuck..."
The word came out broken, barely a whisper. Her neon eyes—still shining, still so horribly human—were wide and unfocused, tears cutting clean tracks through the blood on her face.
She tried to push herself up. Her arm gave out immediately, elbow cracking against the stone. She let out a sob—high, ugly, nothing like the yeller she was when mad. Just... small.
Her fingers twitched against the floor, curling into a loose fist. The number on her shoulder—04 01—was visible now, pink letters stark against the dark fabric, mocking.
Her breathing slowed. Her eyes fluttered.
The church was silent again, save for the wet, rhythmic sound of her failing lungs and the faint, distant hiss of wires slowly, agonizingly, trying to stitch her back together from the inside.
She wasn't dead. Not yet.
But she was hurting.
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