Free Usu by Jayde Ver Elst

edging close enough to impress his dangling nemesis, who then promptly chopped off the extra attachment from his crotch with a swift stroke from a random arm.
    “Bastards ‘ll probablae need me t'fix the door eventually anywae.” Manchester thereby unburdened Modbot for whatever lay in wait, or perhaps just took the opportunity to chop his not-so-proverbial knob off. Probably the latter.
    Now knobless, Modbot swung Usu around his back so he sat rather snugly between his incineration module and the rest of himself. Mercury was already piggybacking Rain, who was still waning her way out of grand sobbetry, when she gave Usu the sort of wink only someone who has kidnapped you and tried to sell of your body parts can give, and she gave it well. Winks be done, she left little time to waste, leaping out of what was presumably once upon a time a one-way entrance. By the time Modbot had used his extensive set of transversal skills to climb the ladder out, barely an echo could be seen or heard of them, already atop a great boundary and tearing away at any form of flooring that happened to be cursed enough to lay in Mercury’s path.
    Usu was attempting to shake the gobsmacked Modbot into some sort of similar action but the cleaning robot's rather appropriate response was, “Now, during our wonderful time of almost dying together ad nauseam, do you recall me ever leaping anything higher than myself? Because I’ll be snogfairied if we’re going that way, and trust me, I’m pretty sure neither of us wants to be snogfairied.” Left at a loss for words, let alone the ability to say them, Usu couldn’t put up much more resistance in earnest. “Good! Then we’ll be heading to the docks like gentlemen! That is: Through a dozen doors, about three hills and then I think we can just roll downwards until we hit something. I have it on pretty good authority it’s how people used get around this area, plus or minus a few bits of genitalia, of course.”
    Modbot wasn’t kidding. About an hour of walking, another of complaining about the overwhelming amount of simulated coffee shops, and another chasing down a pink piñata that had survived a fair deal better than the species that made it, they finally arrived, smashing Usu-first into a port barricade. Usu probably should have become more suspicious when Modbot tied him to his face as a 'precaution', though an accurate one it had been. Rain was there to offer him the same comfort he’d given her not so long ago through a hug that would make anyone grateful to lack bone structure while gleefully spinning him around as if the encroaching nightmare was but a fleeting dream.
    “Snooow! Slow Snow! But still Snow!” She looked off to the side in Mercury’s direction with a mighty pout. “Pillow-case lady wouldn’t let me go find you, says I can’t exert myself right now, but Pillow-cases aren’t even supposed to talk!” said the oblivious girl to the stuffed rabbit before her.
    Mercury was leaning against a railing in casual annoyance, obviously having expected some sort of competition from Modbot, who was rather unwisely attempting his first conversation with her. “So! You were actually built by that geezer? You’re… rather young then, I take it? Never around for the humans? Oh, you didn’t miss much, too little air for them to even scream properly in the end, which made cleaning up after them a mite bit easier, I’ll have you know!” Laughing awkwardly to himself, he subtly squashed the remnants of a completely irrelevant piñata into his incinerator.
    Mercury scowled, or was constipated, things are hard to judge through an eye slit. “Manchester, yeah, he built me. I’m his 'shining star of success', considering the only other things he built are those hillbillies that pop up around the place. He’s been trying to kill me for years now though, or was that what I’ve been doing? Details. But hey, we haven’t exactly got all day if we want to get there.” She tucked a