Brave Little Toaster Fanfiction: TBLT: Finds The Recalled - 24. With Some Pride, As We Reside
24. With Some Pride, As We Reside
It all had come down to this. This one, simple thing, something that had to be timed just right. He only needed one look in the eyes, and then an advantage was sure to come. While no one was counting on him exactly, and no one was expecting him to do anything, he still felt integral in order for the others to stand a chance at this point.
So why, in the name of Edison, was Lampy not lighting up? Why did he become still as a statue, words caught in his throat? Why would he just let Raymond approach and yank him off the floor by the gooseneck?
The answer was: Pure, undiluted fear.
He wasn’t even sure where it came from. Just moments ago, he felt like he was ready, that he could do anything! Now… It was gone, the flash that was his glow, reduced to a mere flicker of almost nothing.
It wasn’t supposed to go like this. Why couldn’t he move? Why did that single, wicked stare keep him from doing something so easy, so natural, so quick? Oh, wait, that was from the fear, too.
The very next thing he knew, was the feeling of being here, and not – all at the same time. He failed to register where he was going, the world seeming to carry on without him. Words both from his housemates and model siblings were heard, but he couldn’t contextualize any of it; they were just voices, and just noise. The whole thing was unreal, to say the least.
Was this what Radio meant by him “losing his mind” and needing someone to “bring him back down to Earth”? If he both was and wasn’t here, what was this other place? Did it matter? Why, no- yes, of course it did! After finding a revelation, wouldn’t it be easier for others to understand? For Lampy himself to understand? How impeccably logical!
“You just don’t seem to pay attention,” Raymond scoffed, reaching the top of the barricade, quickly being followed by Toaster, Blanky, and Radio. They reached him by ascending the counters. Unfortunately, Kirby couldn’t do the same. “It can’t hear you anymore; lost in its own little mind, pondering about whatever I want it to.” Held in one of his cords was Lampy, his own encased within the Sunflower’s grip. Raymond’s prongs gripped Lampy’s tightly, causing the latter to appear spaced out.
“I’m honestly surprised how weak-willed it is, considering everything,” The Sunflower shrugged, ignoring the approach of the others and looking over the water puddle, smile lessening. “Where-… Where did that lousy General go? Honestly, I should’ve known better than to turn my back on a body…”
“Give. Him. Back…” Radio was heard, among some static. “Do you have any idea who you’re dealing with?!” As much as Toaster and the rest agreed, it seemed somewhat odd for him to be so vocal about it. Why, not long ago, even he wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.
“Please, if nothing else, can’t we just talk?” Yet, Toaster refused to give up his stance, attempting one final time. Without looking at him, the response was cold, and accompanied Raymond’s other cord reaching for his.
“There is absolutely nothing worth talking about.” Toaster flinched, unable to evade. Right behind him emerged Blanky, jumping for and covering Raymond’s intrusive appendage. This made him look over.
“No! I won’t let you take Toaster away, too!” Blanky angrily spoke, as Raymond tried to shake him off. With a distraction in place, Radio raced forward, his antenna wrapping around the plug clinging to Lampy’s, managing to pry off the connection. In moments, Lampy gasped, shaking his head to make sense of things.
“Wha-… Where am I?” He wondered aloud. While this occurred, Kirby secured his cord around the base of Raymond’s gooseneck, wanting to pull when the time was right. To his surprise, he was joined by the other hiding lamps, theirs’ doing the same. On his left were Lampta and Lampson, on his right were Lewis and… Lucy.
“What’re you all think you’re doing?!” He shot each of them a look. “Run; get out of here! While you still have the chance!”
“W-Well, it’s just…” Lewis tried to explain, “We saw how courageous you all were being, for your housemate, and we just…”
“I said we’d help you find him, then you must go,” Lucy added stoically, before simultaneously looking smug and warm. “But I said, “all” of you, didn’t I? That means our deal isn’t complete.”
“Oh, isn’t that a load of static…” Lampson rolled his eyes. “Don’t pay her any mind, okay? Truth is, she found herself a soft spot for you.”
“Oh no, Sherlock Lampson has found me guilty, of relinquishing my Kirby prejudice. Whatever shall I do?” There was sarcasm in Lucy’s tone. Kirby blinked, looking at her again.
“… Thanks,” He managed to say.
“No, really, I ought to be thanking you. You’ve shown me that, perhaps, not all Kirbys are bad. So… Thank you, for that.” As heartfelt as this was, Lampta couldn’t help but interrupt.
“Don’t look now, y’all! Actually, do look now, because Radio’s almost snagged P-Y With A Bulb!” What they saw was true. Raymond finally shook off Blanky, right at the same time of Radio and Lampy escaping the Sunflower’s grip. Toaster grabbed the electric blanket, the four of them retreating to the counters.
“What were you thinking, going out in the open like that?!” Radio interrogated, though his aggression was more concern than anything else. “We almost lost you just now, just when you got fixed up, and just when we… We…”
“I… Was thinking, that I could blind him,” Lampy admitted, ashamed. “He was doing the same thing to you guys, and I thought, maybe I could… And then, we’d be able to defeat him, you know?” Radio took this in for a moment, before winding the end of his cord with Lampy’s.
“… Okay.” He finally said with a drawn out sigh.
“Get ready! It’s time to wrangle this beast!” Lampta called in excitement, everyone else near her nodding. Next to her appeared Lampford, who had to use his gooseneck to grip onto her’s. “Fordy, really, you don’t need to…”
“Pull!” Kirby instructed, not wanting to waste their chance of turning the tides. He promptly roved in reverse, as the lamps all began to tug with him. By this point, Raymond noticed what was happening, turning to face them.
“So… All of them came out of hiding, I see,” He used both of his cords to cement his stance, not to lose balance. “And you, Lampford Custer… You really, really don’t want to stay down!”
“Stop calling him that!” Lampta growled. When the four small appliances saw what was going on, they joined in. Cord after cord added onto the Sunflower’s gooseneck, more force exerting soonafter. As for Blanky, he pulled with Toaster. Raymond’s grin nearly waned entirely. A deep glare appeared, with a snarl to boot.
“ENOUGH!” He lit up, in hopes of blinding them all at once, or to at least be freed from their combined grips. The latter worked, but he didn’t have long to celebrate. Just as he shut off his bulb, a voice he didn’t think he’d hear again resounded.
“Raymond.” The single word made him turn to face the exit. At the doorway was Solera. From within the barricade, Lampy winced with a gulp. The others were unsettled, but weren’t sure why. “You are under arrest for mutiny, attempted destruction of security footage, several counts of assault, and premeditated genocide. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will-“
“Blah, blah, blah,” Raymond mocked her, his grin widening again. “I still can’t believe Scotty picked you, out of literally anything else.”
“What’s up with you?” Kirby whispered, noticing Lampy’s sudden change.
“It’s Solera…” Was all the lamp could muster. Immediately, everyone understood what Lampy meant.
“That’s District Manager Miller to you,” Solera was unfazed. “Surrender now, or face the consequences, unpleasant as they will be.”
“Perhaps we’ve gotten off on the wrong base,” Raymond refused, waving her off with one of his cords. “Because you don’t seem to understand what’s really at play here. Call it mutiny and genocide all you like, but you must remember that I’m doing everyone on this planet a favor… Even if it means a few of your subjects get booboos and some blindness.”
“Then again, is it really mutiny, when I established your worldview in the first place?” He continued, while those listening in to the conversation cringed. “If anything, I’d say that you’re all declaring it, and that I am defending the ship with my life!” Solera blinked.
“Hm, “Resisting arrest” added to the list of charges,” She spoke, almost sounding disappointed behind her monotone demeanor. “Also, your logic is flawed. You are not in charge of the district anymore. I am. Therefore, it’s my word over yours. You are a traitor. In the name of Luxley, and for the safety of all Luxley-brand appliances and Human affiliates: Prepare to die.”
It took her no less than two seconds to reach him, by leaping toward the wall and bouncing off of it, which sent her to the top of the barricade. Raymond sighed, flaring up both his cords, ready to confront her. The appliances within the barricade stepped back as the two engaged.
“Any other bright ideas?” Lampford asked, for a change. Toaster glanced over at Flynn’s group again, pointing to them.
“Help them get out of here!” He suggested, before hopping up onto the counter on their side. He was quickly joined by Radio, Blanky, and three of the Marigolds; Lampta, Lewis, and Lampson. When he noticed Lampy and Kirby weren’t with him, he turned around. “Oh, no… Kirby, you can’t-“
“Go! I’ll keep an eye on them!” Kirby asserted, gesturing to the other three remaining Marigolds near him. Reluctantly, Toaster nodded, before Blanky put a bit of fabric on his lever in assurance.
“We’ll be right back, to find a way for the rest of you!” He cheered, it helping the situation. As they moved to proceed, Radio paused to turn back.
Don’t do anything stupid, got it? He uttered to Lampy in unease. If you die, I’ll kill you!
How’ll you do that, if I’m already…? Lampy wondered, eyebrow raised.
… I’ll find a way! Finally, Radio left to help lead Flynn and her posse out of the room. Lampy nearly laughed, it lightening his spirit somewhat, despite the plight they were all in. The now four appliances stuck together, seeing the fight between the Sunflower and the Majesty unfold. Solera was gaining an advantage, being much more nimble Raymond anticipated.
When she got him pinned, she briefly gazed over at the appliances trying to exit. Among them being…
“Halt!” She suddenly ordered, causing Toaster and company to seize up. “More ’76es? How did they-” Raymond managed to get up again, laughing heartily. Then, he tried to sic his cords upon them, but Solera prevented it.
“What, no one told you? No one at all?” Raymond began, “Those things are what your oh-so-loyal underlings have been trying to protect! They even let nearly all of them escape this room, into who knows where else! Trying to call them Marigolds is the biggest slap in the face!”
“Marigolds…” Solera took a moment to process this. She then recalled Lammond trying to show her the VHS tape, claiming that it “proved the Marigolds’ innocence”… Only for Raymond, as PC, to destroy the cassette holder.
Earlier in the day, Scotty mentioned the rescue of them, and were referred to as such ever since… Only for Raymond the PC to blatantly ignore this, favoring Lampy the Curse having returned as more important.
Then, days ago when Lampy was in the office with her, she remembered him claiming that his model was named after a flower… Only for PC Raymond to display what was essentially his written word, calling them a Curse – even claiming that it’s never been altered since.
Why, of course it wasn’t; it was all part of his sickening plan. The control freak had his clutches so deep in the company, despite his time having long since passed, to the point where it was flat-out inexcusable.
In hindsight, Lampy had seemed so respectful, so reasonable, so intelligent; she wouldn’t have minded befriending him, should’ve it been possible… Yet, time and time again, she believed the word of a biased ingrate over finding conclusive evidence.
Something within her burned, yet it was all internal. While there was certainly blame to share, perhaps a good starting point of mending her wrongdoings would be this – bringing this criminal to justice, and pursuing the truth.
“”Unlawful manipulation” added to the list of charges,” She at last continued, voice strained to maintain its lack of tone. Then, to the Marigolds presently visible (which Lampy was not, hiding behind Kirby), she added, “Please do not leave the building. I will see to it that a case is made for you. Besides, the Humans want you back.”
“Dis-GUSTING!” Raymond yelled, pulling free and trying to attack her again. From this, Toaster and company ushered Flynn and the others out of the room, safely dodging the puddle. “You would really disappoint me like this? I already thought you were boring, maybe even impressionable, but now…!”
“I don’t care what you think of me. Your opinion is not worth my time.” She retorted without a second thought, her rationale managing to give her another bit of comeback. Lampy peeked to look, before finding it in himself to break away from the group. Kirby saw, dragging him back with the winding of his cord.
“What’re you doing?!” He, along with Lampford and Lucy, all asked. Lampy faced them, understanding their concern.
“Listen, I know I messed up last time, but hear me out on this!” He started. “Raymond’s been trying to blind everyone, literally! I’m the only one of us with a higher wattage than him, and if I had just the right moment, I could…” Lampford’s jaw dropped, faceplanting into Kirby’s bag in humiliation.
“Why didn’t I think of that?!” His words were muffled at first, before pulling back. “That’s genius, Lampy!”
“No, it’s insane!” Kirby corrected, with his usual tone. “Don’t you know how risky that is? He could get himself killed!”
“Well, if you think about it,” Lucy decided to add, “If he doesn’t, and Solera loses, we’ll all probably die anyway…” Kirby released a short grumble, but let go of Lampy in the end.
“Fine, majority rules,” He groaned to match. “Don’t screw this up, you hear me?” Lampy blinked from the turnaround, but nodded with a determined grin. Wordlessly, he got onto the counter, slowly approaching the two fighting lamps upon the barricade. Just as he got on the edge of it himself, Toaster, Blanky, Radio, and their group of Marigolds all re-emerged at the doorway.
Lampy! Get down from there! What’re you thinking?! Toaster cried out, too far off to do anything. Lampy paused to look upon them. Then, he looked forward again. To say Lampy was scared was true, and yet… No. He was not going to blow it this time.
I’m going to blind Raymond for a change, Was all he replied with. Making sure his output was cranked to the maximum, he called out. “HEY! I’m the one you want, right? Come and get me!” When both of the dueling lamps turned, the responses he got varied heavily. Raymond used Solera’s distraction to whisk her up by the gooseneck, even as she tried to free herself. With his other, Lampy came next.
This time however, he knew what was coming.
“Back for a round two? Too bad!” Raymond laughed, as Lampy’s plug fought to remain away from the other’s, using this as the timing he needed to look him in the eyes. He aimed, and just as the Sunflower’s prongs nearly clasped his own, Lampy lit up, squeezing his eyes shut all the while.
Everyone else in the room struggled to look away, including Solera. Raymond was caught right in the beam, it cascading the room into a whiteness that wouldn’t reflect anything else. He could hear Raymond yelling from it all.
Lampy only shut off when he felt himself falling, landing squarely on the barricade. He and the rest reopened their eyes, finding Raymond struggling to make sense of the world around him, cursing angrily. Solera, on the other hand, only suffered from a much more mild form of it.
Before she could speak to Lampy, she felt herself being pulled down by Raymond, who lost his balance. The two ended up falling into the water puddle, both beginning to scream from the electrocution. Realizing their predicament, Solera decided on only one thing. Rather than free herself and get away, she dug her plug into the water, sapping her energy into it, increasing the voltage to fatal levels.
Those who could see turned away, not wanting to watch as the two lamps eventually lost consciousness… Then, their faces.