The Nomad | Inscryption P03 x Reader

Time to Remove the Grime, Robot.

{3rd Person POV}

         Almost a month has gone by. At first, P03 would rarely stop by. However, as time went on, he started to visit more frequently. Now whenever you invite him, he almost always tags along. He also stays the night a lot; he would "sleep" on the floor at the foot of the bed. Y/n would make fun of him, comparing him to a dog. Of course, he would yell at her for being compared to a beast. 

         Some nights, you two would be talking on the floor, or y/n would be showing him some cool gadgets she has collected from around the world. He would always listen intently and watch your face as you explained each item. Occasionally, he would catch a glimpse of the scar that has formed on the underside of her chin, but wouldn't say anything. Often on these nights, she would sleep down on the floor next to him. You would have your legs tucked into your chest and sometimes unknowingly lean on him. He liked those nights. 

         You guys have grown much closer over time. You would even tell him jokes, some corny, some dirty, and he would actually laugh. He would even respond with his own sometimes, but they often were garbage considering he really didn't understand how to compose a "dirty" joke. You would let him know how shitty his jokes are each time he told one, to which he would insult yours back.

         One day, the two of you were hanging out at your house. You were just looking at him as he fidgeted with some of your objects, leaving grey oil on them. You always knew that he was kinda gross and covered in ancient debris, but you never really focus on it until now. 

         "Oi, robot," you said, drawing him out of his focus. 

         "What, mortal." He responded in an uninterested tone.

         "I want to clean you."

{P03's POV}

         "Absolutely not. Not in a billion years would I let a human clean me." I replied sternly. 'What the hell? Why would they bring that up out of nowhere.'

         "A human? M8, you don't even clean yourself. You look like shit! You have so much oil and dust caked onto you, and your arm, elbow, and wrist sound awful whenever you turn them. Like you're grinding rocks in a mortar and pestle."

         "Idiot, I do not have those organic parts, just sockets," he paused and thought to himself for a moment, "I guess I can understand what your pea brain means... I suppose you can clean me." I hate this. I like my dirt and grime. 

         "Yay! I'll be right back." They went into the closet attached to their kitchen. I started to feel a bit anxious. Yes, I have started to trust the human a lot more over time, but this is something that no one has ever done for me, and they are right- I don't even do it for myself. I was quickly snapped out of my thoughts as they returned with a lot of equipment. 

         "Okay, come here." She went and sat in her desk chair and summoned me to hover in front of her. I hesitantly did.

         "You better not f#%! anything up."

         "I won't. I have some rubbing alcohol which evaporates quicker than it can seep into anything. I also have some WD40. This stuff is great for preventing rust and is a good lubricant to make your joints move smoothly." She sounds confident that they will work which eases my anxiety a bit.

         "Sockets."

         "Yeah, yeah."

         This is weird. Being touched and moved around by someone this much is weird. I suppose it's not terrible, though. Her touch is delicate, yet efficient. I managed to calm down and eventually feel safe under their control. She started with my head, then my chest, arm, claw, and finally my hover plate.