>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | PowerYetUnknown
> ID | 981877
>>> DAILY PROMPT !
> USERNAME | PowerYetUnknown
> ID | 981877
> PROMPT | (601 Words)
“Final Project?” StitchTrap asks, only to receive a look from his professor, “er I mean, of course, the final project,” The chicoon begins to walk to the back of class, ‘What final project?’ Had he seriously missed the memo, had he been so caught up with his robot that he completely missed the announcement of the final project. He thinks for a moment, “Maybe.. It’s the presentation we started yesterday.” StitchTrap mumbles under his breath, “Or.. Maybe the presentation is only a piece of it.” With dread, the chicoon stops in his tracks, “It’s the robot.”
He throws himself onto his seat, of COURSE it’s the robot, the very thing that’s been haunting his every waking moment. He can hear it’s drone when he closes his eyes, (It’s very loud) and he swears he can see it floating behind him out of the corner of his eye, constantly. It always looks angry, (probably because he drew an angry face on top of it), like it’s about to dive at his head. He’s gotten very good at ducking. This robot, this thing, if he doesn’t fix it, he’s just going to fail the class and he didn’t come this far into the class just to fail it. The time he spent here will not be a waste, (even if he didn’t sign up for this class in the first place.)
Nervously StitchTrap takes out his robot, and squints at it, “I guess I should look over the code one more time..” The chicoon takes out his laptop and opens it, luckily he’d finished the presentation the previous night, it tucked away safely ready to be sent. All that’s left then is the big folder right in front of him, the one containing the code. StitchTrap clicks on the code, opening up the behemoth that is the code for his small and simple robot.
With a sigh he leans forward and begins looking over the code line by line. This is not the first time he’s done this, and he hopes it’ll be the last time, but one can only dream. The code is perfect, if something was wrong with it, he would’ve known by now. He even went out of his way to get help from another chicoon he knew, one with a lot more coding experience than him. “It’s fine, man” Polaris had said, and StitchTrap had believed him, there’s no reason for this coding to be wrong and yet..
The chicoon tilts his head towards the robot next to his laptop, a noticeable frown on his face. “And yet.. There’s nothing wrong with the way it’s built either.” Stitchtrap sighs, and adjusts the drones legs again, making them look exactly like regular drones look. He goes to pick it up and easily picks it up with no effort. “Wait..” The chicoon pauses and brings it closer to him, “If I can pick it up with no effort then..”
StitchTrap's eyes widen as he looks outside, only to see the trees rustling and leaves flying by.
“It’s the WIND??”
Quickly, the chicoon jumps out of his seat and runs into the hallway, “There should be no wind in here.” He types something onto his laptop, places the robot in the middle of the hallway and presses play. The robot floats, it doesn’t dive, it doesn’t attack, it simply hovers. Stitchtrap feels relief flood into the chicoon, followed quickly by a sense of joy. “I- I actually did it!” His voice is loud, much too loud for a school hallway, but he can’t help it, he’s celebrating.
“I’m NOT failing the class!”