Hold Hands 5

Originally published on my Transformers side blog botter-butter.tumblr.com: Sept 18, 2018

The Lost Light was enamored with the small bot. Tenacious and determined to hold hands with everyone, with a "heart of gold", Wall-e tries to befriend everyone. And in turn becomes matchmaker for some members of the crew.

Wall-e has a home. A broken down vehicle bay, on a broken down planet, lifeless and littered with the mistakes of human kind. And some bots don’t want him to be alone anymore. But Wall-e doesn’t understand. And that makes it even more sadder.

The projector was something cobbled up by Brainstorm from left over cables, receiver, and an old Earth camera Wall-e had stored. It was small and crude and reminded Wall-e of home, makeshift and old.

Wall-e opens his chest cavity and pulls out his circuit board, careful with the end of the projector and inserts it. He gives Brainstorm a “ta-da.”

Brainstorm looked away from the small bot for a moment. The little bot trusted him not to hurt him. He felt overwhelmed, and Brainstorm hesitated.

Confusion was obvious in Wall-e’s eyes. “Go?” The bot waited patiently.

Brainstorm sighed. “Ok. Go.” His hand shook and he turned the projector on.

The place was disgusting. Trash cubes were piled high upon each other, skyscrapers bare to their foundations, and the mountains of waste blocked the view of the sun. Brainstorm withheld a gasp of horror.

Wall-e let out an excited chirp at the image of the Buy-n-Large symbol of his trailer, pristine and new. His fellow Wall-e units filed to start the first work day crushing and stacking trash.

A shadow began to loom over the horizon, and it was then that Brainstorm knew what was happening.

“They’re leaving.”

Wall-e nodded. The little bot waved goodbye at the Axiom projected on the screen. The last humans. How long ago was that? Wall-e thought.

The next memory projected left Brainstorm speechless. Earth had yellowed, no longer green like Swerve’s films, where it was filled with life and greenery. Dust blew past the spires of trash and the sun was harsh on the scenery.

Tread marks were few and in between, and the Wall-e units left were not moving.

“No one’s left, is there?”

Wall-e shook his head. A memory panned out to a little creature within the confines of something rotting. A bug. It wagged its behind happily.

“Wall-e. Don’t you miss the others?”

Silence.

“Do you want to stay here? With us?”

The Earth bot shifted his attention towards Brainstorm and unplugged himself from the projector.

“Earth...,” Wall-e pondered for a moment, “Home.”

“But won’t you be alone?”

“No.”

The two bots stilled for a moment.

“E-V-A.”

Wall-e brought his hands up and put them together. He sighed.

“Home...”