Brave Little Toaster Fanfiction: TBLT: Finds The Recalled Summary
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Brave Little Toaster Fanfiction: TBLT: Finds The Recalled Summary:
Lampy’s cord begins to fray, and circumstances lead up to him having to be repaired via the company he came from. However, no one’s prepared for him going missing the next day. It’s up to Toaster and pals to find him and get to the bottom of this rabbit hole! … No matter how far down it goes. (Timeline: Post-GTM.) (Cover by LadyFuzzChild!)
Brave Little Toaster Fanfiction: TBLT: Finds The Recalled first chapter:
1. My Cord Is Frayed
The Brave Little ToasterFinds The RecalledWritten by RadRapo
01. My Cord Is Frayed
It was nighttime at the McGroarty residence. Inside was Robbie, who was writing up the finishing touches for an essay on his laptop. The biracial young teen worked at it from his bed, the laptop positioned on his legs. With him was a small, red alarm radio, sitting upon the dresser from across the room, and a brass, gooseneck lamp on the nightstand, of which was switched on, while accompanied by his smartphone.
Once done with the last of his writing, he saved, before giving it another look-over.
“Alright, this should do it,” He nodded to himself afterwards, heading over to the print feature, “At least be passable.” Once the printing started, he got up to leave the room, closing the laptop and flipping it over so that the vents were exposed. Once out of sight, the radio on the dresser’s light went on.
“Spring Break’s around the corner, and only now he’s finishing it up?” He threw in his two cents, “What’s going through this kid’s head? I thought for sure he’d inherited his father’s dorky, studious nature.” Following this, the other appliances unfroze, revealing their faces.
“Oh, he has his moments,” The lamp tried to refute at first, before his voice fell, “It’s just that he… Hates English.”
“… Right,” The radio replied in much the same way, “I forgot about that.” The laptop unfolded himself, stretching out along the bed.
“Now, I wouldn’t say that,” He added, “He did start the essay early on. He simply procrastinated. That’s all there is to it.”
“If it’s not required, he’ll read it,” The smartphone decided to chip in, “However, they’re not often stories.”
“Is… Is that what he uses you for?” The lamp had quirked an eyebrow at the tiny (from his scale, at least) companion beside him.
“Yes, and no,” Was all the smartphone would say.
“Huh… He reads. Thank goodness.” They heard frantic footsteps heading toward the room. All the appliances promptly froze, the laptop refolding himself closed. In came Robbie, who took the laptop, opened him up, and looked into the ink levels. Cyan was empty.
“Are you kidding me?” He spoke aloud, “I don’t even need cyan! I’m printing in BLACK!” Internally, the laptop was appalled. Robbie gently set the laptop back down, took a deep breath, then went over to his desk. He got out a paperclip, separating the outer bit.
“Two can play at this game, Printon,” He spoke once more, before leaving the room a second time. The laptop let out a small sigh in frustration as he opened himself back up.
“I swear, he does this just to spite him,” He grumbled. “Makes me ashamed to be related to that guy.” The lamp began to open his mouth to say something, but was interrupted. “No, Lampy. There’s nothing I can do.”
“How did you know I was going to say that?” Lampy asked in surprise. “Am I that predictable?”
“In the words of Droid over there, “Yes, and no”,” The laptop began, “Technically, all appliances are; it’s the way we’re built, all the same, all the time. In your case, it was something a Marigold would say.” This only confused Lampy.
“But I’m, uh… Not a flower,” He awkwardly said back.
“Hey, and I thought flowers couldn’t talk!” The radio chimed in as well. From these responses, the laptop became flummoxed, daring to roll over so that he stood upon his vents on the bed. He looked right at Lampy.
“You… Don’t know what model you are?” He asked, slowly and in disbelief. Lampy thought for a moment, before shaking his head. “For example, I’m a white HP Pavilion; I’ve been called Pavé by the Young Master. Nothing rings a bell, nothing at all?” Once Lampy shook his head a second time, Pavé appeared defeated.
As Robbie came in a few moments later, the appliances did as they had to, while Robbie picked up Pavé once more, to attempt printing again.
“See if you need cyan now, friend,” He smirked. Once over, he left a third time to check on the printing process.
“Look, you gotta understand some things,” The radio started once it was safe, “The Big Master’s parents were never all that good at keeping track of this stuff. Why, by the time Lampy woke up, they already disposed of his box! As for the manual?” He paused for a small laugh, “Good luck finding that! They had a “wherever” policy on how to store these things.”
“Oh, Radio!” Lampy suddenly remembered something, “Tell them the story about when the cottage was sold!” To this, Radio bust a gut immediately. Pavé was lost. Droid didn’t seem interested, quietly freezing to check out of the conversation.
“That one’s a RIOT!” Radio continued after he managed to settle down, “Alright, it goes like this: See, they left the cottage untouched when they sold it, supposedly including us. Of course, you know how that didn’t come to pass, obviously. So, what was left behind was – you guessed it – our papers!”
“The new owners of the cottage,” Lampy continued since Radio was struggling to not laugh again, “Had to go see the Big Master’s parents and ask them, “Hey, do you still want these papers and manuals? We found them lying around”! Luckily, they took those back, handing them off to the Big Master, since at the time, he’d begun his college days…”
“So, would they still be around now?” Pavé asked, unamused by the story, but better informed.
“Most likely,” Radio managed to respond, having calmed down finally, “The Big Master never throws anything away.”
“If you fellas know that,” Pavé questioned again, “Then why haven’t you looked into it?”
“I did!” Radio affirmed, a bit proudly. He hopped off the dresser, joining the rest of the appliances. “You’re looking at a real General Electric Bakelite, 1942. Stylized for the far future, but without the datedness of the modern era!” He struck a pose. Pavé was only mildly impressed.
“Well, as for myself…” Lampy started, trailing off at first, “I was never interested in finding out, myself.”
“Never interested?” Pavé echoed, “This isn’t about preference, this is about the self. What if something happened to you?”
“They’d fix me,” Lampy said simply.
“What if you had to have something replaced?” This time, Lampy had to think about it.
“They’d… Uh… Find a way!” Pavé shook in disapproval.
“That’s such a Marigold answer.” This time, Lampy glared. Radio noticed, sighing lowly to himself.
“Now he’s done it…” He muttered. The others didn’t hear him.
“Oh, yeah?” Lampy began, in a challenging fashion, “I’ll have you know that the Big Master knows me better than you think! When he noticed my cord was damaged, what did he do? Replace it! Then, some years later, he decided to upgrade me to use sixty-watt bulbs! You’d never be able to tell the difference!”
“Ah, a modified one, then,” Pavé acknowledged with the smallest of nods, “That would certainly make things interesting.”
“You’ve really got to give credit where it’s due,” Radio piped up, “The Big Master managed to fix Toaster when he was barely recognizable, and that’s… Putting it mildly. He also knew which tube I used, since it’s a rarity…” He paused for a moment, before picking it up again. “The point is, they would find a way; you can bet on that!”
“Hm, very well,” Pavé at last conceded, “I’ll input more faith in the McGroartys. However-” He turned to Lampy again, much to his chagrin, “I still recommend that you learn about yourself, more than how many watts your fixture can handle. Weren’t you always all about absorbing facts?” Lampy’s glare softened, looking away.
“… Yes,” He was barely able to admit.
“Really, it’s for your own benefit, a… “Just in case” protocol,” Pavé insisted, though his tone suggested compassion. “You never know when it might be useful.”
“As much as a know-it-all Pavé can be at times,” Radio added, shamelessly, “I have to agree.” Lampy gaped.
“How could you; I thought we were friends!” He spoke with a raised voice, though Radio could tell he was joking. He matched it in turn.
“Well, as your best friend,” He corrected with a chuckle, “It’s my duty to tell you when you’re wrong.” Lampy’s response was a semi-frustrated groan, but he let it go.
“Fine,” He finally said, but clearly wasn’t happy about it, “I suppose I’ll skim my manual after everyone’s asleep.”
“I’m not a dog, either!”
“You two sound more like an old married couple…” Pavé muttered. One of them would’ve responded to that, if not for Robbie coming back to the room, this time with a bundle of papers in hand. Of course, everyone had returned to their positions again.
Robbie went over to his desk, putting away the paperclip and stapled his papers, slipping the whole thing into his class folder for tomorrow. At last, he felt he could relax.
As he stayed up, he began to notice an inconsistent flickering with Lampy’s bulb brightness. He looked over at him, puzzled at first.
“You okay there, buddy?” He lightly asked, knowing of course that he’d get no answer. As the flickering continued, Robbie moved Pavé away, picking up Lampy from the nightstand to inspect him. “Maybe the bulb is loose…” After a few minutes of being switched off, Robbie reached into Lampy’s shade, unscrewing the bulb. A quick look revealed that it was still perfectly usable, so he screwed it back in, nice and tight. He switched him on again, and after only a few moments, the flickering continued.
“Is it the fixture?” This time, that was inspected, with no visible signs of conduct impedement. “The outlet?” He plugged him into other outlets, all bearing the same results. “Hmm… What did Dad say came next? The circuitry, or the cord? It’s late, I’ll go with the latter…” While having him plugged in, Robbie wiggled and moved the cord about, and only in certain positions did the output improve. From this, Robbie was relieved and unhappy at the same time.
“It’s the cord.” After this, Robbie unplugged Lampy entirely, folding up his cord in a compressing way, moving him to the desk. He wrote a sticky note to himself, the words being “Tell Dad about Lampy’s cord.” When he was done, he looked up at Lampy, before giving him an assuring smile.
“It’s true, I don’t know anything about cords,” He admitted, “But Dad’ll know what to do. He fixed you before, and he can do it again. For now, get some rest, and don’t worry. You’ll be alright.” A pat on the shade and a “Goodnight” later, Robbie had set off to bed, putting away Pavé while Droid snoozed, yet forgetting to set the alarm on Radio.
Of course, Radio did Robbie the favor of setting it himself. He took a curious look at Lampy, seeing him staring down at his cord, completely distraught. Then, when Radio noticed the way Lampy was wrapping a great portion of it around his shade, all too tightly, Radio knew he’d have to go over there and intervene. Sure, Lampy could be a drama king sometimes, but this was different.
Lampy was panicking.
“Lampy? Pal? Here, just breathe – just breathe. That’s it, there you go; keep doing that. Now, let’s… Get your cord off your face, okay? Put it down, nice and easy…” Radio’s tone was quiet – gentle and serene, even. There was also acute patience, as such a thing was necessary.
As a result, the two spent an hour talking, from Lampy explaining what upset him so, to Radio helping to cheer him up, assuring him that things would get better.
“-Besides, it’s just your cord,” Radio had said, “Not that big of a deal, in my opinion. After all, it’s not the first one to go, either.”
“That’s true,” Lampy had nodded at last, beginning to smile, “Yeah… You’re absolutely right. I’m- I’m going to be fine!” He had to make sure he wasn’t being too loud, but he wasn’t daunted. “Thanks for this.”
“Nah,” Radio waved it off, but still appreciated it, “When you start losing your mind, somebody’s gotta bring you back down to Earth. Especially since you tend to be a bit… Self-destructive. Though, I don’t think that’s in your control…”
“No, and I hate it,” Lampy agreed, sighing a bit, “Still, I’m glad there’re people like you who can stop me, before I make myself worse off than just a frayed cord. God, can you imagine? That’d be so embarrassing!”
“I’d say “Scary”, but that works too.”
“Hmm, you’re not wrong; “Scary” is a good word for it…”
Among other words to each other, they ended on a good note, sharing “Goodnight”s and a hug as Lampy was able to fall asleep. Radio quickly followed suit, satisfied.
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