Deltarune Robot Novels & Stories

I whispered and pointed to the edge of the canyon. There, half buried in the dust, there was an old reconnaissance robot. He wasn't from Titan, like the drones in Ouroboros. He was made of simple, rusty steel. And he glowed not. He was destroyed. But the hole in his chassis looked like it was from have been blown to the outside. “Something got out of these machines,” Kael said, and his Face darkened. “Theta does not answer because there are no more bunkers AI. There.

He needed to get Jared's permission. The battle had reached a white-hot intensity. Carl's robot was not only ridiculously powerful in attack, but its defenses were the most terrifying. He was able to turn a blind eye to almost all of Olivia's attacks, which could not even leave a scratch on Carl's robot. Olivia's Golden Warrior had been partially damaged by Carl's robot. The left arm of the handsome male robot had been broken by the constant rolling impact, now hanging freely on its chest. It hurt Olivia to see the damage that her robot suffered.

Rick ran across the giant robot’s arm while conjure the spirits of a panther and a cheetah before slashing across the robot’s head. He jumped off the omegation long enough for me to discharge my black electricity straight through the robot body, short circuiting it from the inside out. As the robot laid crumb on the ground the vanity agent operating it tried to escape out of the hatch of the machine. But I casted a green and pink construct of a boconstrictor to wrap around his body before pinning him to the grounds. “Where de yog think going?,” I asked as I flew toward him.

They all turned to look at a side entrance, and through the double doors rolled a robot with a wheeled platform holding what looked like a small white-and-blue submersible. Another bomb quad person walked behind the contraption holding a device that must have been steering the robot, which was making its slow, careful way across the marble floor. “Think they’re going to put the bomb in that thing?” Melissa asked. “Yes.” I sighed and tried to relax. “I sure hope the girls aren’t watching this on TV.” “Grace and Chloe? Yes, I hope so too. I was sorry I didn’t get to meet them when I visited you and Alpha Zane.”

Bennet obviously loves to read, and his books are mostly science fiction. But that's not what amazed me but the collection of... ROBOT TOYS are displayed on a wall with a floor-to-ceiling glass cabinet. "Whoah!" Ran to the cabinet and stared at the toy robots. "Whoah! He has a Strike Version of the General Uni-lateral Neuro Disperse Automotive Maneuver! Asteeeg! Only Bandai produced the original!" I know about expensive robot toys like GUNDAM because we have featured them in the National Geographic Magazine Pop Culture Edition.

I hadn’t even noticed it before. It looked nothing like the estate. It looked like a fortress. There was no visible door, no button, no keypad. Just a tall, humanoid robot sentinel, built into the stone wall like it had grown there. It blinked awake as we approached, mechanical eyes scanning both of us. “What is the passcode?” it asked, voice calm and male. Declan stepped forward, without hesitation. “The Dominions rule,” he answered. The robot paused, then nodded. A soft click sounded—then a hiss.

With four unrecognizable women! “Calm down, doll. We're the nicest among everyone working for madam Horton so you're in safe hands with us, alright? We're just going to clean you up and dress you up to look good for Mr Rover” the first woman in a flower patterned apron said and I frowned.

Lucifer suddenly stopped, then nodded at the mecha right next to Freya. “That’s yours, yeah?” Freya spun to her right, looked up, and grinned at the sight of her Varulv towering above her. She didn’t hesitate to connect to it through her DI. Raijin’s cottonball drone, which had followed them, immediately flew up and began to scan it up and down. It even began to zap whatever bugs it found. And as promised, Raijin had removed the magnetic clamps that sealed Varulv and locked it down. Power coursed through its systems as Freya activated them down below. It took a half step forward out of its housing, knelt down on one knee, and leaned forward. Varulv’s chest armor opened up in sections, as did

Powers the mechanism had never put in a request for, and didn't want to have. Jyro raced down the passageway, skidded into the intersection, and looked in both directions. The robots were to his right. One lay on the deck while the other stood upright, a power tool in its three fingered grasper. It screeched like an animal in pain. The human motioned to Sam. "There it is. Can you translate for me?" "Maybe", the robot replied uncertainly. "What does "translate" mean?" The tool warbled into silence, then started again.

Evander asked, annoyed that their time was being wasted. Rey shrugged, then dragged the trash bag into the kitchen. "One more thing, and I might just punch him," Evander grumbled, his hands on his hips. Dom chuckled at that. Rey returned from the kitchen, walked to a corner of the room, and turned on a robotic vacuum. The round, disc-like device began to move across the floor on its own. "One more thing," Rey said, holding up a hand as he saw Evander open his mouth to protest.