Amamiibo Oneshots

"Help us out here!"

[this is literally just a writing exercise for me because I feel like I'm struggling in English but I'm NOTT.. so.. 😍 have fun with this goofy lil fic and pretend I didn't leave for 2 years]
"Intro"
SEMI RANTARO POV? MAN IDK...NOT REALLY..
|To most people, lazing around in a school yard, garden, etc.. wouldn't be the biggest of a deal, right? Everyone must've done it at some point, getting tired of the endless lessons put upon children like they can hold the world. Well, obviously if you were Rantaro Amami or any of the other 15 students, that's exactly what you would need to do in this situation. Uphold the world for your other classmates fate.|

|Everyone knew that Rantaro wasn't stupid, even though he didn't even know his talent. The green haired man was cool-headed in most situations, even when being shoved in a killing game with no recollection of anything. You too wouldn't have been too surprised to find the man lounging around in the dim school yard.. garden. He'd just sit there and stare, that was quite literally all he did at the moment. Now most people wouldn't have found that a problem but of course, if you were a robot with a strong sense of determination too... you would find conflict in what the man was doing.|

| What was the man doing you might be asking? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. It isn't rocket science to at the least notice how he should've been doing something! Either figuring out a plan to escape or find out who put us here... just anything useful! If this wasn't infuriating, the robot wouldn't would've been able to guess what was. After some careful consideration about it, the robot decided something needed to be done. |

| The robot, mostly known as Kiibo or any other nickname given to him by his peers, was standing in the doorway to whatever you'd call the outside area of the "school". The expression of frustration was plastered on his face, arms crossed. While, Rantaro was hazily looking off into space. Slouching down on some random boulder and relaxing. Hell, it wouldn't be out of the question to assume he fell asleep at some point. Kiibo, trying his best to give off a better expression of annoyance, walked over to the oversized rock and stared down the green-haired man. |

        | After a questionable amount of silence, the robot cleared his throat put his hands on his hips, all while still looking down at Rantaro. A good few seconds passed before he'd stretch out his arms and give Kiibo a tired look, raising one of his eyebrows and tilting his head. In the pursuit of Amami's reaction, the robot had grown an even more annoyed appearance and spoke up. |

    •    "Amami, are you aware that it is completely unacceptable to be lazing around at this time! You out of all people should know that we all want to get out of here, correct?" Kiibo ended his statement with a sound mimicking a hmph.     •

    •    Rantaro blinked slowly and took a minute to process what Kiibo was saying to him. He shook his hand and lazily muttered, "Hm... What do you expect me to do..? Honestly, I'd prefer to do anything later, or... when we have a full understanding of the situation..", ending his thought with a quiet scoff.   •

     • Obviously, Kiibo didn't take that too well. The annoyed look on his face quickly washed off with an expression of disbelief. The robot shook his head and grabbed Amami's arm, yanking it so he'd be standing up. Rantaro was brought up from his comfortable spot on the floor and onto wobbly feet in the near seconds. "Oof-! Hey..! You can't lift people up like that without a warning, ya know? Hm, Guess robots aren't the cautious pieces of metal they show on the sci-fi channel.." Rantaro commented while giving off a staged sigh, all the while rubbing the new bruise slowly blooming on his arm. Kiibo gave off a loud gasp at the words leaving Rantaro's mouth. Not long after, The robot stormed off to what someone could assume to be the shed and hearing the words "THATS ROBOPHOBIC!" from a distance.