mindcracklove | Fanfic: Pause and Saucebot

Well, I was working on my Halloween cursor set, but then a certain Pause decided to drunk stream. For context for this fic, Pause mentioned that he forgot to set up Nightbot for the stream and started getting sad over Saucebot's lack of updates and subsequent abandonment. Then there was a brief 2-3 minute funeral and someone in the chat suggested Pause x Saucebot fic. I'm not even going to touch actual romance on this one, god knows I'd have no idea how to go about it, but have a short bit of Pause and post-code-mortem Saucebot.

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Pause closes the Stream, the windows flashing out of existence with little more than a fwk. He closes his eyes, feeling the exhaustion crash over him in a sudden wave. The artificial energy leeches slowly from his system as the adrenaline fades.

Despite the incredible generosity of the Stream and all the insane fun he’s had over the past two days, something always felt a little… off.

What was it…

Oh.

Right.

Bots.

Pause thinks Nightbot is incredibly useful. Really, the Stream mods made good use of it. Nobody can argue with that, even with the auction debacle. Wasn’t Nightbot’s fault that a couple of the viewers weren’t feeling the charity.

But. Nightbot isn’t Saucebot. There’s something to be said for old friends, and Saucebot monitored his streams since her creation. Just leaving her in the dust feels so wrong. Nightbot’s too… bot-ish. Maybe it was a product of time, but Saucebot always seemed a little more than just an automated set of commands. Pause just can’t see Nightbot like that.

Imagining code is hard, but he pictures lines of letters and numbers, frayed at the edges and breaking into streams of ones and zeros unintelligible to even the structures meant to run her. The bright green of new code seems garish compared to the sparking, pastel-flicker-gray, of Saucebot’s time-worn commands.

He wishes he could’ve given her a better farewell, but the world moved too fast.

Oh god, he’s so tired. He doesn’t mean to be this maudlin about, about a bot of all things. Really, after such a successful Stream he should be dancing around with all his remaining energy! Pause just, really misses Saucebot, okay, and using Nightbot for two days just brought back memories, and he’s tired beyond words.

Maybe, once everything’s settled down, he can give her a proper send-off. In front of his Stream; funeral music, a giant RIP, and everything.* Just… a bit of a thanks, he guesses, for a job well done.

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End.

*This is exactly what happened, not even kidding.

I don't know if I wrote this as a parody or genuinely. I think I may have issues.