| Bubble Head By Luna “Tic” Vee *** Notes: This should take place at some point in season nine. * Disclaimer: Mystery Science Theater 3000, its characters and situations are copyrights of Best Brains, Inc. * Beta-Read By: Jamie Forrester and Alapeleke Makaio Yankovic *** I’m sick of it. Short, stout, bubble-headed, and weak. That’s me! That’s little ol’ Tommy Servo in a nutshell! Bawls if ya look at him wrong! Too short to ride a roller coaster, that is, if there were any up here. Barely strong enough to get over that air grate by the theater. Mike has to carry me through. It’s so degrading. Nobody cares how I feel, they just hurl insults. I’m smart! I’m clever! I’m cute! And most of all, I’m not as naïve as they discredit me to. It makes me sick, how they treat me like a little baby. So I have a low pain threshold! Big deal! I shouldn’t be judged solely on that! Besides, I’m just a kid, by human standards! I’m only nine, afterall. Mike, our “pet human”. He treats me like a little brother he’s baby-sitting as a favour to his parents or something. I know he means well, but he doesn’t convey it very well, he ends up being condescending unintentionally. Gypsy treats me the best out of all of them. Sure, she’s dismissive and has more to do, and she dumped my non-existent ass once, but she’s still the nicest, most fair perso-- err, robot on the ship, aside from Cambot. Who knows what he thinks? He can’t tell us. All he can do is sit and stare. Gypsy’s the only one who understands him, and even then, we don’t know to what extent. He’s mysterious. She’s mysterious. Yet she’s so damn readable at the same time, it makes my dome smoke. Crow. Dear God. Crow. Big brother complex to the maximum. He’s always on my back, always mocking me, always trying to prove me inferior. And usually accomplishes it in spades. So I get flustered easily! Big deal! Lucky for me he’s such a dimwit. Heh. I can outwit him and shut him up easily, thank God. If I weren’t, I’d’ve shoved myself out the airlock by now. Vacuum of space...mm, sounds nice. Peaceful, quiet, and most of all, no CROW to constantly pick at me. Most wonder why I cry so much. He’s the reason. I can’t have any damn self-esteem around a gilded prick like him. Stupid pin-beak. Joel. My father, as it were. I miss him a lot. Sometimes I lay awake at night, unable to activate sleep mode --my programming has it’s share of occasional bugs-- wondering if he’s alright, if he’s back ‘home’ where he belongs, if he’s found a new family. It hurts to think like that. I want Joel to be happy, but I don’t want him to forget us. I hope he still misses us. God knows we miss him. Mike tries to fill the void, and he does a pretty good job. But there’s only so much Mike can do. The void is Joel-shaped, and only Joel can fill it. When we get out of here, the first thing I’m gonna do is find out where he is and visit him. If he hasn’t forgotten me... Dr. F and Frank. I miss those two goons. Sure, Dr. F didn’t care about what happened to us in the twilight of his time on the experiment, and Frank seemed to always care a little too much, but they were the nicest captors one could ask for. Pearl doesn’t care. She just likes to torment us. At least Dr. F had a purpose. Pearl just does it because of guilt after she murdered him. He never even had a real second chance. I wonder how Frank’s doing. I wonder if he likes Second Banana Heaven. He was a good guy, just hung out with the wrong people. He liked me, genuinely. He and Joel really seem like the only ones who did... ... I need a hug. |