First | https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1265366621/ Prev | https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1274188507/ Next | https://scratch.mit.edu/projects/1298350282/ “I think I failed this interview.” The Soul slumped onto the couch, groaning. “It’s so stupid, it was so stupid, I’m so stupid—” “Don’t talk like that, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad!” The Heart chirped, rubbing the entity’s shoulder. “Right?” “In the middle of the interview, when the interviewer asked, “what are your greatest qualities?”, Soul pushed me to the front, and I froze.” The Mind stated blandly, like the sibling didn’t utterly fail everything. It would be too harsh to say The Mind did fail, but it was too light to say that the automaton most definitely didn’t function as intended. “Did you at least say any traits? Like ANY traits?” The Heart raised an eyebrow, black sunken eyes widening in instinct. “Hardworkin’” The Soul grumbled, untying the tie he wore, struggling it off with his teeth. “That aint even true!” “Cease your lies.” The Mind hushed, placing a hand in Soul’s general direction. “We’re plenty functional.” “You’re ‘plenty functional’.” The Soul snapped back, sighing softly as he realized that this was not a battle worth fighting. “Just another damn useless brother—” “ERROR.” The Mind deadpanned, staring off for a moment. The cord tail stiffened. “Useless and functional are contradictory.” He grinned, voice box humming a soft blue glow. “Plus, I am referred to my code as ‘sibling’” “I’m gonna shove your fancy ‘contradictory’ UP YOUR DAMN— WAIT HOLD THE PHONE—" “WOAH.” The Heart yelped, gripping The Mind’s shoulders. “DUDE. WHAT.” The angel curled up a little bit, calmly cooing at the youngest before whipping his head to The Soul. “Also don’t do that, that would be mean~” “Well, you weren’t thinkin’ that when you shot The Mind.” The two younger brothers, now frozen in a mixture of fear, anxiety and more, awkwardly stared at each other for a moment. “I’d do it again, honestly.” The Heart glanced away, chuckling. “I find it great to know that my brother would shoot me again.” The Mind spoke colorlessly. The Heart mocked this; the mocking eventually bubbled into laughter like a fizzy drink. “Oh, you’re so dense.” “I am metal. I would expect that.” “No, you’re plastic.” The Soul grinned, leaning over. “No. I am metal. I should know what materials I am constructed out of.” “Keep lyin’ to yourself, man.” The Soul teased, trying to fluff up his own hair but failing magnificently. “Damn it.” “Washing your hair is required in order to return it back to its original state.” The Mind, the ever so annoying, finally broke into the habit once more, of pretending to be on a high horse and being ‘better’. “Which, knowing you, should be a relatively simple task, if you know how to turn on the faucet that is.” There was a quiet, low chuckle, pitched down, The Mind’s own voice instead of a laugh track. “That’s it, I’m taking away your privilege to backtalk.” The Soul cleared his throat, sitting up a bit from where he was slumped. He spoke slightly louder and clearer. “Apollo.” There was a soft beep from The Mind’s voice box, a desperate look of protest on the automaton’s face.
The Soul continued, loud and clear. There was a jibing look in his eye, but all siblings could tell what the entity was thinking. “Please stop makin’ sarcastic remarks or straying too much from your programming. If all else fails, resort back to your fundamentals.” The Mind stared into the distance, processing the command again and again before nodding softly. “Understood. Thank you, Atlas for your feedback.” “Soul, bro. It’s Soul.” “You are recognized as “Atlas” in my code.” “YOU SMART ALEC!” The Soul hissed, smacking the automaton on the back of the metallic head. “My name is Soul. Change it.” “You told me not to change my code.” The Heart was giggling the entire time, just happy the rage isn’t directed toward him. After about a minute, he piped up. “What am I in your code?” He asked, curiosity tinting the higher-pitched voice. “Juno.” The Mind responded blankly, folding his hands behind his back. “And I am told not to change my code. Which is why I am [SIBLING]. It was an error. I liked it.” “Are you coming out to us?” The Heart raised an eyebrow underneath the blindfold, still holding his younger sibling’s shoulders. “Possibly.” “Oh. Cool.” The Soul patted The Mind’s back. “Thanks for tellin’ us.” “We’re always here if you need to talk!” The Heart chirped softly, rubbing his head against the automaton like a bird would its owner. “I would ask not to.” The Mind deadpanned. It sighed softly, turning around and heading off. “Wait, Mind, remember, it’s Friday.” The Heart waved over, running to catch up. “Yes, it is.”
