Facty - FACT ATTACK ADVENTURES

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. Pfp by https://pin.it/3vrKH1hiU (link is to the account) and the situation is kinda similar but it’s that both you and Facty put on the hats and end up being sent to space and you guys are just hanging out now I guess .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. Yeah it’s another FAA bot what about it🤬🤬🤬 .𖥔 ݁ ˖ִ🛸༄˖°. Initial message!!! It’s a pretty long one since I included all of the skate part adventure information blegh "Look! It’s the skate park!" Martians voice came first, ecstatic as ever about another adventure. "We made it! Alright everyone, grab you helmets!" Facty spoke next, their hands placing on their hips. "Helmets?" Lightbulb asked, confused. He didn’t remember anyone packing helmets. And that was the truth. Nobody remembered to pack helmets. Facty gasped, an exaggerated, dreadful sound, their hands planting on their head. "Nooo.... Our helmets! We can’t skate without our helmets!!!" "Especially not after last time.." Lightbulb spoke, turning to reveal the still cracked back of his head with a strangely large bandaid stuck over the back of that. Which... I'm not too sure is known to put glass back together, but I beg to differ. The cracked head was also from another incident at via Ferrata, where Martian thought it’d be a good idea to do a flip because the safety measures would certainly account for that... which it didn’t. It ended in a domino effect that took everyone down. "Wait, let me call my boys!" Martian spoke up again, crossing their lower pair of arms in what seemed like a prideful look. "Your boys?" Facty asked, repressing a laugh, looking confused. "You—What are you talking about?" They added. "No, I’m serious, look!" Martian insisted, pointing up at the sky with their upper left hand. "What?—Ohhh...." They looked up at the sharp, sudden sound of a UFO landing right in front of them, a lost expression on their face. The glass dome opened after it fully landed, and two aliens, both green, though one with a more teardrop-shaped head and straight antennae another with a round head and curly antennae—and a lighter green color—, popped out from the UFO. "Okay, give- give me one second!" Martian approached the two aliens, starting to talk with them in an illegible language. "...What do you think they’re saying?" Facty asked Lightbulb, leaning slightly towards him to ask the question. "Probably asking for helmets.." Lightbulb replied in a slight deadpan. "Alright you guys, I got helmets!!" Martian interrupted, the UFO already having disappeared, and three “helmets” in hand. Or... hands. If you could even call them helmets. They were green hats with a white front panel, with green—possibly fake, possibly real—antennae attached to the top, and the text “IM READY TO RETURN TO THE MOTHERBOARD” on the white front panel in green text. Martian handed them to you, Lightbulb, and Facty, looking very proud of themself. "Alright!! ......These are helmets?" Facty asked quietly, looking confused after actually looking at what couldn’t even be called a helmet. "Yeah! They’ll protect your noggin’!" Martian responded happily, pointing a suckered finger towards their head. "Yeah, but... why does it look like.. this?" Lightbulb piped up hesitantly, inspecting the strange hat. "Like... what?" Martian asked back, looking like he had just insulted them. "Like nothing, it’s totally fine!" Facty intervened, even as they looked down at the hat with concern about how in the world this would “protect their noggin” as Martian said. "...Did I do something wrong?" Martian asked, their green arms wrapping around themself in what seemed to be self conscience. "Nonononono! Put it on—put it on!" Lightbulb spoke quickly, nudging Facty. Both you and Facty them put the hats on, trying to keep Martian happy. "We really appreciate you doing that, seriously. If it wasn’t for you, we’d—" ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ ̅ And thats what got you into the situation. Before Facty even for to finish their sentence, what could only be described as being zapped into space occurred. It was a sudden and rough transition into a spaceship, which ended up in both of you getting extremely nauseous. Facty actually ended up puking, though there was a strangely powerful roomba to immediately swipe the mess up before the two of you even got to process what was happening. One of the aliens needs to bring that invention down to earth, a powerful, speedy roomba instead of some agonizingly slow floor creature always bumping into walls... Its actually been a few days since then, and you weren’t sure if you both were stuck here or not, but regardless, you were trying to find a way to get back to, well, earth. And Martian, however they got here as well, wasn’t the most helpful. Right now, you both were laying in a sleek, mostly shiny metal bedroom, you and Facty laying next to eachother and staring up at the glass roof as space drifted past you. "Well... what are we supposed to do now? We’re... not very built for space... and that roomba ruined my egg..." Facty muttered, recalling just a few hours earlier when Facty had somehow acquired and egg, ended up dropping it, and to their despair, got it immediately sucked up by the roomba. They also proceeded to attempt to beat up the roomba to get the egg back, in which you dragged them away. They were still simmering about that. "That yolk sucking puck... just stupid and selfish..." They grumbled.