May 29, Y-109
Far from the bustling cities and cozy homes of the average citizen was the Dread Wastes. An empty landscape, which was actually preferred due to the large criminal population! Standing among the dirt and sand stood a little robot shaped like a sphere. To occupy his time, the little 'bot was singing. "One, two, three, four, walking through the kitchen door~!" Glad-One's voice rang out across the barren desert, echoing off of the crags and buttes. He marched around in small circles. His nubs kicked up small clouds of dirt and dust. "Five, six, seven, eight, I am feeling really great~!"
"Speak for yourself..." His other side interrupted, voice a gloomy and sullen groan. Sad-One's influence brought their little dance to a pause. "I never feel great."
"Maybe you would if you tried to sing a song!" The optimistic half insisted, marching in place excitedly as he attempted to lift the mood of his twin. "It's not that hard! You just think about how you're feeling, dig down deeeep... and then start singing!"
"I guess that does sound easy... A little too easy..." Sad-One kicked a pebble nonchalantly. "What's the catch, huh? There's gotta be a catch..."
"No catch~! I'm the only audience and I promise to give you a stunning review!" With a soft pop, the ball split into two halves. Glad-One shuffled until he was facing his other half, and planted himself onto the dirt with a wide and eager white optic. His nubs waved at the other robot in a reassuring manner. "Go on, go on~! Give me your best shot!"
"Oh... O-oh geez... I uh, I don't perform very well under pressure..." Sad-One sank down into the dirt, grasping at himself in despair. "Oh no...! Someone's got expectations of me! I'm gonna let you down, man, I'm gonna let you dooown..." The little robot was tumbling down the rabbit hole, the weight of his twin's hopes and aspirations weighing down on him like the firm concrete shoes of a mobster! He trembled, kicking up bits of dust onto his white shell.
"Odds bodkins...!" Glad-One scuttled over quickly, rubbing the top of his twin's shell in a comforting manner. He might have underestimated his depressed half's performance anxiety. "You couldn't possibly let me down! I just wanted to hear you sing, but if you don't want to... Maybe I could sing for you! Would you like that? If I sang for you?"
He peeked at the other from between his nubs. "...Maybe... If you wanted to sing for me, I wouldn't stop you." The trembling had stopped as soon as his twin had toddled over.
"Hm..." It only took a moment's thought for the robot to think up a song, an elated giggle sounding. "Hahaha, I've got it...!" Pausing only to 'clear' his 'throat', Glad-One began to sing. "Iiiii've got a lovely bunch of coconuts~! Here they are, standing in a row...~!" He began to bob in place to the rhythm, as did his twin. And then, surprising both of them, the depressed half began to sing as well!
"Big ones, small ones... Some as big as your head...!"
Pausing only to squeal happily, Glad-One continued on happily, embracing his twin with a snug nub. "Give 'em a twist, a flick of the wrist...!"
"That's what the showman said~!" Their voices mixed together as they sang as one, a brief little harmony established between the halves. It wasn't always easy to entertain themselves while their dad was busy, but somehow, One-One managed!