Auburn and Smoke

## Auburn

### Personality

Auburn is stubborn and fierce and sticks to her points, even if they're wrong. She is a little bit possessive, due to the amount of people she's lost, but she is also a loyal friend who would die for those she cares about. Auburn is more lenient to Smoke than to most people, allowing them to get away with most things, like accidentally setting the stove on fire again. She rarely asks for favors, insisting that she can do everything herself.

### Appearance

Auburn wears a denim-blue jumper, which is usually stained with grease and is very patched up. She usually wears an off-white t-shirt with that, and medium-sized boots. She has a belt of tools with a small first-aid pack glued onto it, and wears fingerless black gloves on her hands. If she takes off the gloves, you'll notice burn marks from hot glue.

### Talents and Abilities

* Auburn is an excellent cooker and baker.
* She's a mechanic. She's gonna be good at fixing things, You should have expected this.

### Trivia

* The amount of times she's put out grease-fires caused by Smoke trying to cook is uncountable.
* She carries an umbrella on her 25/8 incase of being out with Smoke and it rains

## Physical description

### Eye color

Green when powered on, dark grey when powered off

### Personality

Smoke is charismatic and likes to talk. They often have shower thoughts and share them with Auburn at random times of the day. They enjoy teasing Auburn and are usually playful. He doesn't get angry or sad easily, and tends to speak his thoughts aloud.

### Appearance

Smoke is a medium-gray stick figure with seams on their face and arms. They have a couple of screws above their eyes, where their eyebrows should be. He also has jade-green eyes, but when he is powered off, his eyes are very dark gray. They wear a navy sweater and black sweatpants, and brown gloves.

### Talents & Abilities

* Smoke has a couple of abilities, including flight and laser eyes and self-destruction. He uses none of those abilities ever.
* They have human qualities such as eating, being tired, crying, thinking, feeling emotions, and breathing, and powering off seems to have the same effect as sleeping. They can't really die, though.

### Trivia

* His favorite book is *Harry Potter and The Order of The Phoenix.*

## Backstory

### Chapter 1- Auburn

I sigh, wiping my forehead. I put my wrench down and sit in a seat to rest. I've been working on this one project for days, and I was so tired right now. And hungry. I sigh again and start out to go to the kitchen. I'm in the hallway, outside of the room I'd been working in, when I hear a faint, "Hello?" I stop in my tracks. The person asks, "Hello?" A bit louder. I turn and run back into my workspace. "What.." I say, which hadn't been my planned line of questioning, but this was too amazing. My project was *awake.* By *itself.* And moving and talking. "Oh! Hi! Do you.. know where I am?"

I sit back down in my seat, stunned, before re-gathering myself. "Uh, hi. You're in my house." I say. "Alright." says the project, as though that was all the information they needed. They probably actually see my face, and then ask, "Are you okay?" I look up. "Of course I'm okay, just kind of.." I trail off, searching for the right word. There's silence for a moment as I rack my brain. "Shocked." I finish. "Why are shocked? Did I do something?" Asks the project. "You powered on by yourself." I say sharply. "Aaaand I wasn't supposed to do that?" asks the project skeptically. "I just wasn't expecting it." I retort.

"So, anyway, what's your name?" asks the project. "Auburn." I reply, dusting off my jumper. "What's yours?" The project seems to think for a minute. "I'm Smoke." They say at last. "Cool." I say. I end up leading them to the kitchen and putting toast in the toaster even though it's past 9pm on a Friday night. "What's that?" Asks Smoke curiously. "That's a toaster. You have a lot to learn if you don't know what a toaster is."

### Chapter 2- Smoke

"So, Auburn," I say, "I'm a machine? Like that.." I point to the metal box that Auburn had called a 'toaster'. "But more intelligent." Auburn finishes. She's playing around with one of the tools around her waist. "Hmmm." I say, "Do you think I could cook?" I ask. Auburn jumps back a little. "No, no no, no, no. That could end in disaster."

I watch the thing she'd called a 'stove'. "But if I'm supposed to be your roommate or something, shouldn't I, you know, be able to take care of myself?" I ask in a half-mocking voice. "You're a literal robot, it's only a choice of yours to do human things." Auburn answers. "Oh. But can I try to cook?" I ask again. "Fine, but I'm going to supervise you." Auburn mutters. "I'll never forgive you if you explode my stove." She says it like it's a light joke, but that made me worry a bit. Would she forgive me if I did blow up the stove?

I stare at nothing particularly. "Do you think I could touch water?" I ask. "Likely not. I didn't make you waterproof or anything, so.. are you going to help me here or what?" I bounce up. "Oh yeah, coming."

***Around a week later***

"SMOKE!" calls Auburn, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING." I set the pot down. "I'm *cooking."* I say defiantly. "You're a terrible cook." She says, coming into the kitchen. "That's just mean." I reply. "You literally set the stove on fire five times in the last 2 days." I cross my arms. "That doesn't mean anything!" I turn around to look at her. "Hey, what are those?" There's some white kind of band wrapped around her forearms. "Oh, these?" she covers her arm. "Nothing, I just had an accident with a knife."

"Okay." I say. She takes the pan back, and puts it back on the wrack where the cookware goes. "Seriously?" I ask. "Yes, I'm not fixing the stove again." she mutters.

### Chapter 3- Auburn

I think there's something wrong with me. I *did* have an accident with a knife.. stupid thing fell from the drying rack and cut my arm, which is why there were bandages replacing my gloves today. The problem was, I picked up the knife and *did it again.* It hurt, a lot, and I kept telling myself not to do it. I couldn't stop myself. It was almost hypnotizing. Like a kind of spell. Buuut I threw the knife out the window and vowed myself never to do *that* again.

Something even weirder was that my blood was *blue*. My blood isn't supposed to be blue. It's never been blue before. Maybe that was why I kept slicing at myself. I was expecting it to be red or turn red or do something involving the color red, but it didn't. I'm interrupted from my thoughts by Smoke screaming. "AUBURN-" I facepalmed myself, running to the kitchen.

"SMOKE, I TOLD YOU NOT TOO!" I cry, furious. I pull the fire extinguisher out from underneath the sink and sprayed the stove. I bonked Smoke with it and he says, "OW." and then I put it away. "You're cleaning that up." I call, walking back into my workshop.

WIP- Spades