December 11, Y-109
Funny how life can change so quickly. For 33 years, One-One's existence had been as routine as could be. Isolated and alone inside of a train car, unable to escape because he lacked the opposable thumbs with which to open the doors! All he had known for so long was snowy wilderness. All it took to trigger a change was the sudden attack of black cords! The tendrils appeared out of nowhere, enveloping the small robot quicker than he could even react! Down into the snowbank he was pulled, and when he resurfaced... An entire city law before him. One-One's reaction was rather... split.
"AAAH...! Oh my goodness wouldja look at this place?! Ooh it's so SHINY!" Glad-One chortled, his chipper British accent practically squeaking. He had landed smack-dab in the middle of the entertainment district, and all of the bright billboards and holographic images ensnared the robot immediately.
"Oh my goooosh what just happened?! The train's not supposed to do that!" Sad-One clasped the bottom of his ball shaped body in clear distress, morose voice moaning. He yelled out and just barely managed to scuttle out of the way of some random person's shiny shoes. "I miss the snow caaar...!" He scuttled into an alley to avoid anymore close encounters, still needing a moment to gather himself. He took one glance around the food wrappers and sighed. "Ah, the trash. This is truly my element..."
"I want to go back! This new train car is colorful!" Even the debris in this alley was vivid compared to the constant blanket of white that he had been used to!
"Uh-uh. Being crushed to death beneath a shoe would be an embarrassing way to die. Might as well just rot to death in here instead..." Nubby legs retracting, Sad-One seemed content to just sit in this alley until he eventually passed on somehow. Hey, if magic black tendrils could snatch him up and deposit him in some random place, anything could happen!
"Can we at least say hi to the people? I wanna say hi! Ooh, maybe one of them is our mom!" Ever the optimist, Glad-One could only see whatever strange circumstance this was as being a positive thing.
"Uuuugh... Fiiiiine. But don't come crying to me when we become scrap metal..." Sad-One grumbled to himself, more than a little upset by the massive change in their lives. It wasn't like things went well for them the last time there was a major shift in their routine...!
"Yaaay...!" Rolling like your average basket ball, the small robot approached the sidewalk and attempted to attract the attention of those passing by. Glad-One waved a nubby white hand frantically. Anyone passing by would suddenly by badgered by a myriad of questions! "Hi! Hello! Salutations! Are any of you fabulous people my mom? What is this place? Why's it so bright here? Are we inside of a television screen?! Are we in a new train car? My name is One-"
"One." Sad-One finished with a soft huff.