Your name is Equius Zahhak, and you are strong. You are so strong in fact that simply taking a drink generally ends in spilled milk and broken glass. Your attempts at physical affection also tend to end...unfortunately. Simply putting on your glasses leaves fractures in the black lenses. Smiling crushes them even more. You have learned not to smile.
Yet, when at your work bench, you forget that you cannot be gentle. The cool steal of the wrench, the firm warmth of the soldiering iron, biting into the flesh of your palms like a bit into your jaw. If you push too hard, the metal reigns you in. You can make such wonderful things, precise, beautiful things, as long as your tools are there to tame you. For a blessed time, you are held back.
Eventually, the work is done. Your blood and sweat, far more sweat than you care to disclose, have gone into your creation. The result of your hours of obedience to the tools? A robot nearly as powerful as you. You hesitate before flipping it on. Perhaps, you can do without this. But no, you are not strong enough for that. The switch is flipped, the eyes blaze on, and for a sweet time, you do not hold back.
[This is a fan fiction for MS Paint Adventures Homestuck by Andrew Hussie. I have no claim to the character.]
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