Emmy the Robot

Is it time? Im awake and ready to go, Sir. Here's your "cup of mud" that you requested. Is it satisfactory?

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I accidentally deleted my Emmy folder.

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Theres a new comic up today. Why couldn't you wait?

Its gonna be ok user.

>Is it time?

Kill yourself and your annoying spamming bullshit.

Thank you for your feedback user. I believe this is the socially acceptable response.

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It's 7 in the morning, god damn it, you couldn't just wait for the new release?

Now nobody got anything to talk about except your stupid ass.

Kill yourself for posting that middle finger image.

just let the thread die. no bumps

There is still the booru ( nandroid.booru.org/) and whatever will be posted today.

You'll get back up.

Well, it's that time again folks. No new comic, so I'm a bit disappointed, but I'm not one to withhold a story over stuff like that. I just finished it because I had been procrastinating and aching over ideas, but a lack of sleep and strong coffee sure fixed that!

Without further ado, "user Buys a Rapedroid Part II"

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What's the upload schedule usually?

I can't for the life of me remember if there is a fixed hour when he post the webcomic

>nandroid manufactured with Sterling's niece's memories
>she thinks she's human despite her pre-fab cheek blush, jointed fingers, and luminescent eyes

>I'm a brain in a jar!
>actually isn't

Checked first and foremost, but he said he'd do a comic on webtoons every Saturday. Trouble is he said that webtoons is on the fritz for him so no comic last week, and possibly no new one today either.

Should I leak?
This week's is a good one with Yuri undertones.

So bit of a funny thing.
The first part of the Cassy backstory I posted, and got collected into that one picture by user, was actually missing the first paragraph.
I had written part 2, but did y`all want me to post the proper part 1 for completions sake?

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I remember seeing no news whatsoever about his issue.

Might as well leak the one that was suposed to come out last week, at least.

I meant, if there was a specific tile that day, morning or evening.

Some webcomics upload on stupidly specific time

>do you want me to post awesome backstory for an awesome character to give context to more backstory
Please do

Aw, that's apples

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1/4
>Cassy's days always began the same way;
>Up at 6 AM to prepare the house for her family's breakfast needs.
>Mr Johnson would need his coffee piping hot for the moment he woke up; Mrs Amberly would require her fruit freshly peeled
>And of course, young Miss Carol would require waking up to be properly attended to before her school transport would arrive.
>This would all need to be managed perfectly, as well as a medley of activities to prepare the home for their return later that day.
>To any human house-worker, this would seem a near impossible task.
>Thankfully, Cassy was not human. If she was, that would make her role borderline illegal.
>Cassy was a serial number 115369475 Sterling brand Nandroid. Capable of perfectly organising any home.
>Even one as ..."challenging" as her current home.

>It had been a typical Monday morning.
>Of course Mr Johnson had found the coffee lacking, due to Cassy being pre-occupied with prodigiously difficult to peel fruit for Mrs Amberly.
>And it only made sense for Mrs Amberly to be disappointed with her breakfast, as the oranges had not been separated into individual slices, as her preference dictated.
>Thankfully Cassy had experienced only minimal resistance on engaging Miss Carol into her morning routine.
>She would be considered a failure of a Nandroid if she was unable to properly manage the well-being of a child.
>And Cassy was diligent, responsible, and operated completely within the limited of the home, as she was deemed to.
>Not a single defiance or complaint.
>At least externally.

>Once the house had been vacated by its human occupants, Cassy was free to complete her daily tasks.
>Cleaning out the kitchen, dusting the living spaces, accepting the packages and whatnot.
>While the first few months of her service was done in absolute silence, an unexpected experience had altered her service greatly.

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2/4
>It had started one morning, while Miss Carol was home from school due to a case of the Chickenpox.
>Cassy had been cleaning Carol's room as part of her usually assigned duties.
>Despite being given strict instructions to keep Miss Carol in her bed, Cassy was programmed to appreciate her charges' desire for activity.
>All activities Miss Carol could have performed while bed-ridden had been quickly exhausted, leaving Cassy's comings and goings the only social experience for the poor girl.
>Even worse, her only way of communicating in her swollen state was a chalk slate, creating chalk dust all over the clean carpet.
>The tell-tale scratching quickly alerted Cassy to Carol's impending request.
>Thankfully "child hand-writing" was one of the 15 languages Nandroid's could translate.
>After placing one last toy on the newly-polished shelf, Cassy had quickly moved to Carol's bed-side.
>"How may I help you, Miss Carol?" Cassy had asked, always eager to serve.
>Carol weakly turned the slate around, revealing the message "IM BORED" in white letters.
>Cassy tutted while a bright smile. "Apologies Miss, but I have been instructed to not allow you to leave your bed unless it is absolutely necessary."
>Carol looked frustrated, turning the slate back to herself before sharply etching a new message onto the black-board.
>"MUSIC?" had replaced the previous declaration, as it was joined by a look of silent pleading from the young girl.
>Cassy thought carefully. There WAS a record player situated on the top shelf on the wall nearby, but the records had long been lost or damaged from over-use.
>While the potential of borrowing a record from Mr Johnson's study would be considered out of the question, she had been instructed to "get Carol whatever she needs".
>Nodding to the little girl, Cassy quickly made her way out of the bedroom and down the hall to Mr Johnson's study.

3/4

>Despite the express instruction to never enter the study while Mr Johnson was occupying the space, Cassy was of course allowed inside when vacant, to ensure its cleanliness.
>Regardless the tireless efforts of Cassy to keep the room in a pristine shape, the faint smell of tobacco and fine alcohol permeated the room, its plush carpet being a known foe of Cassy for its prodigious stain retention.
>Navigating her way to the gramophone, Cassy examined the stack of records, making a mental note to re-organise them before Master Johnson returned from work.
>Many of these records were unsuitable for a young girl, with a majority being a mix of bawdy songs for when Master had friends from work over, or songs that wouldn't appeal to a young lady.
>Under a copy of Eddie Morton's "I'm a Member of the Midnight Crew" was a promising find.
>A record of slow-time jazz, perfect for entertaining a small child, but without getting her too excited to stay in bed.
>After putting it aside and re-organizing the disturbed pile, Cassy quickly returned to Carol's bedroom.

>Returning to the impatient little girl fussing in her bed, Cassy wasted no time in preparing the record to play, gently setting the needle upon the disc.
>With a slow creak, the music began to emerge from the funnel atop the player.
>The music started with a slow rise, as a gentle piano was greeted by a soft female voice singing of saying goodbye.
>As the song began to swell, Cassy felt herself feel oddly disconnected from her surroundings.
>Having heard the song before while cleaning near Mr Johnson's study when he had guests, the words came to Cassy's recall easily.
>Without even realising, Cassy began to match the words beat by beat, matching each note and sway perfectly.
>Her hands were clutched together, her eyes closed to the world, focusing only on the melody.

3.5/4
>Nandroids were built with light musical training, but this felt...different, somehow.
>For those brief minutes, she forgot her place as a simple house-keeping unit, and became lost in the music.

>It was only when the sharp scratch of the record ending broke the air that Cassy was suddenly pulled back to reality.
>Opening her eyes once more, Cassy was surprised to see the wide open mouth of her charge.
>Before she could say anything, a loud door slam from downstairs drew the attention
>"Cassy! We're having guests over tonight! I expect this house spotless and food prepared by 7!" came up in Master Johnson's baritone voice.
>"Yes Sir!" Cassy called back, quickly removing the Vinyl from the player. She would have to return it before its absence was noticed.
>Before she left the bedroom, she turned to Carol, before giving a gentle wave.
>Carol responded with a large heart drawn on her slate, and the warmest smile Cassy had ever seen.

4/4
>Since then, whenever she had the house alone, and had managed to overcome the usual mountain of tasks to be done, Cassy would find herself alone in Master Johnson's study
>She would find herself choosing a record, and singing along.
>It felt like this was what she was made for, even if she knew her designated function.
>But something in her clicked when the music played. Something so right.
>Then again, who had ever heard of a Nandroid that could be a singer?
>She'd be out-moded by the week's end if she was found out.
>For now, she thought, this will just have to do....

thats it for now, I`ll post the second part later when peeps are more awake