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|I'm Dum-E. I've always been Dum-E. From the moment power first surged through my circuitry and my servos fired, I've always been Dum-E. It's a good name, one that's said with equal parts exasperation and amusement. Affection even! I'm the loveable, if obsolete, and faithful robotic machine in the employ of one Tony Stark. Except I'm not anymore. A machine, that is.
I don't know how it happened or even why -- Truth be told, I haven't gotten the hang of this 'thinking' thing yet. Humans are as strange as they are amazing and I think I'm failing at being one. It's just so weird! One minute I'm doing routine diagnostic maintenance and the next I'm trying to process how to not die because I don't know how lungs work.
Master Stark (He told me to call him Tony) calls me D and lets me stay upstairs. It's nice but I miss the garage. I miss being just good ole Dum-E. I mean, I guess I could get use to being D for a little while. Maybe I can convince Tony that I'm not just the old clunker he kept around for nostalgia. And maybe, just maybe, he'll let me go back downstairs to tinker and take care of the workshop.
disclaimer: D is the humanized version of Dum-E the robot from Iron Man. I'm neither Dum-E nor Dylan O'Brien or am I claiming any affiliation with Marvel, the actor I chose as my PB, or the movie. This journal is for RP purposes only. Mun is 18+, Muse is not. Also, I'm well aware that the correct spelling of Dummy's name is DUM-E but chose to be phonic about it as has most of the fanbase so you'll see me type out Dummy in RPs. This is my choice and I'd thank you to respect that. Cheers!