Scraps
@scrappyscavver.bsky.social
Just a dude living in a scrapyard with a few robots.
None of his business.
November 13, 2024 at 5:18 PM
None of his business.
The lock was child’s play, at least it was for him. With a small whistle, he sent Beetle, the world’s best Eyebot to keep watch.
With little to no sound, he slipped inside.
With little to no sound, he slipped inside.
November 13, 2024 at 5:10 PM
The lock was child’s play, at least it was for him. With a small whistle, he sent Beetle, the world’s best Eyebot to keep watch.
With little to no sound, he slipped inside.
With little to no sound, he slipped inside.
It’s a lab. How hard could it be to break in?
November 13, 2024 at 4:14 PM
It’s a lab. How hard could it be to break in?
She want to smack around one of his bots? Beetle doesn’t mind.
November 13, 2024 at 3:43 PM
She want to smack around one of his bots? Beetle doesn’t mind.
“Lab? I didn’t know about that buuut…. I’d be happy to sneak in, do a little digging. Even can send somma my tin friends in to check it out.”
"I live to fuel the fire."
He chuckles a little bit at that. 'live'. hah.
"Sure, what do you know? If it's anything about that giant lab in the middle of the place, I might even make the info worth your while."
He chuckles a little bit at that. 'live'. hah.
"Sure, what do you know? If it's anything about that giant lab in the middle of the place, I might even make the info worth your while."
He took it, grinning widely as he place it between his teeth, lighting it with a showy flick of the lighter.
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
November 12, 2024 at 2:57 PM
“Lab? I didn’t know about that buuut…. I’d be happy to sneak in, do a little digging. Even can send somma my tin friends in to check it out.”
Sometimes I can still hear his voice…
And it’s telling me that he wants all his caps given to me.
And it’s telling me that he wants all his caps given to me.
November 12, 2024 at 4:11 AM
Sometimes I can still hear his voice…
And it’s telling me that he wants all his caps given to me.
And it’s telling me that he wants all his caps given to me.
They probably already think he’s dead.
Rest in peace, mysterious guy that kills things.
Rest in peace, mysterious guy that kills things.
November 12, 2024 at 4:06 AM
They probably already think he’s dead.
Rest in peace, mysterious guy that kills things.
Rest in peace, mysterious guy that kills things.
Fuck yea.
On it, boss
There’sa buncha rad scorpions near the scrapyard, if he’s lookin’ for something to do.
November 11, 2024 at 4:16 AM
Fuck yea.
There’sa buncha rad scorpions near the scrapyard, if he’s lookin’ for something to do.
November 11, 2024 at 4:10 AM
There’sa buncha rad scorpions near the scrapyard, if he’s lookin’ for something to do.
He took it, grinning widely as he place it between his teeth, lighting it with a showy flick of the lighter.
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
"Then nothing juicy for you. I guess I can spare the cig, though."
Pulling out a pack and lighter, offering one to Scraps.
Pulling out a pack and lighter, offering one to Scraps.
“Buddy, listen, I couldn’t give two shits. I’m here for free food and to maybe bum a cig.”
November 10, 2024 at 3:58 AM
He took it, grinning widely as he place it between his teeth, lighting it with a showy flick of the lighter.
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
“Sounds like you got the goss’ you wanna spill. I can tell you what I’ve heard, if you’re interested.”
“Buddy, listen, I couldn’t give two shits. I’m here for free food and to maybe bum a cig.”
"Depends on what you want to know, and how much it's worth to you."
He grinned back, eyes glancing down at the stranger’s teeth. “And where would that be, Ellie?”
November 10, 2024 at 3:25 AM
“Buddy, listen, I couldn’t give two shits. I’m here for free food and to maybe bum a cig.”
He grinned back, eyes glancing down at the stranger’s teeth. “And where would that be, Ellie?”
The offered hand is gripped a little too tightly in one that felt like ice.
"Ellie." A flash of those teeth again.
"There's plenty of interesting people around here, if you know where to listen."
"Ellie." A flash of those teeth again.
"There's plenty of interesting people around here, if you know where to listen."
Ah, they were sharper than they looked. “Yeah, been watching ‘em for a while. Ain’t nothin’ too exciting though.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
November 10, 2024 at 2:48 AM
He grinned back, eyes glancing down at the stranger’s teeth. “And where would that be, Ellie?”
Ah, they were sharper than they looked. “Yeah, been watching ‘em for a while. Ain’t nothin’ too exciting though.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
"Nope, and neither have you."
Though sunglasses covered his eyes, the man could probably still feel Ellie's gaze boring through him.
"They've been drawing all kinds of visitors lately."
Though sunglasses covered his eyes, the man could probably still feel Ellie's gaze boring through him.
"They've been drawing all kinds of visitors lately."
“Oh, yeah. That’s right! Uh, I knew that.” He looked over the stranger. “You lived ‘ere long?”
November 10, 2024 at 2:13 AM
Ah, they were sharper than they looked. “Yeah, been watching ‘em for a while. Ain’t nothin’ too exciting though.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
He offered a scarred and oil stained hand to the stranger. “They call me Scraps.”
“Oh, yeah. That’s right! Uh, I knew that.” He looked over the stranger. “You lived ‘ere long?”
"The harvest, apparently."
He laughs, oversized incisors flashing for just a moment.
"Just an excuse to get drunk. I'm in."
He laughs, oversized incisors flashing for just a moment.
"Just an excuse to get drunk. I'm in."
Funny. He’s wandering around, pretending like he belongs. “Uh, so, yeah. I missed tha’ memo. What’re we celebratin’ again?”
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
November 10, 2024 at 1:22 AM
“Oh, yeah. That’s right! Uh, I knew that.” He looked over the stranger. “You lived ‘ere long?”
Funny. He’s wandering around, pretending like he belongs. “Uh, so, yeah. I missed tha’ memo. What’re we celebratin’ again?”
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
He's wandering about the settlement in his human form.
What a delightful feast of life.
What a delightful feast of life.
November 10, 2024 at 12:35 AM
Funny. He’s wandering around, pretending like he belongs. “Uh, so, yeah. I missed tha’ memo. What’re we celebratin’ again?”
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
His accent would quickly identify him as an outsider, but this guy didn’t look like a narc.
There’s a party going on?
November 10, 2024 at 12:26 AM
There’s a party going on?
The Scrapyard is quiet and as night falls, Scraps watches his breath appearing. The winter was going to be bad… but at least it wouldn’t rain as much.
November 9, 2024 at 4:19 AM
The Scrapyard is quiet and as night falls, Scraps watches his breath appearing. The winter was going to be bad… but at least it wouldn’t rain as much.
Drawing a mud middle finger.
November 9, 2024 at 12:36 AM
Drawing a mud middle finger.
This is why you get robots. They zap the bastards ‘fore they get set up in your house.
November 9, 2024 at 12:32 AM
This is why you get robots. They zap the bastards ‘fore they get set up in your house.
Y’ need to learn to either deal with the problem or learn to share.
It’s not their fault that you’re temptin’ ‘em.
It’s not their fault that you’re temptin’ ‘em.
November 9, 2024 at 12:24 AM
Y’ need to learn to either deal with the problem or learn to share.
It’s not their fault that you’re temptin’ ‘em.
It’s not their fault that you’re temptin’ ‘em.
Then share your food???
November 9, 2024 at 12:21 AM
Then share your food???
Don’t leave y’ food out then, ya fuckin’ suitcase.
November 9, 2024 at 12:18 AM
Don’t leave y’ food out then, ya fuckin’ suitcase.