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grapegardenThis was originally posted on Deviantart along with an unfinished sketch (titled "Sunday") I scribbled and touched up. Figured I might as well share it here too. I didn't expect I'd write Pixarfic, but WALL-E touched me in a way I HAD to do something, especially regarding the first half of the ending. More spazzing and details here.
Title: For All That Tomorrow Might Bring
Author: Puri
Fandom: WALL-E
Genre: Dark
Rating: G
Warnings: Bleak. Short.
Ships/Characters: EVE, WALL-E, Cockroach
Finished: Yes
WALL-E's gaze was empty, none of the awe and devotion EVE could recognize in his eyes. She salvaged what treasures of his collection she could, glancing in horror as the rebooted robot piled object upon object, all his precious things inside him. Coughing the objects into cubes, he ignored them and settled upon the next pile: it was his job to clear garbage, you know.
"WALL-E? WALL-E!?"
He didn't recognize the cockroach who befriended him, crushing it with his wheels before it could inflate itself back, flickering its antennae with frantic scuttles. EVE chased the trash-picking robot, trying to jog his memory, but he would have none of it. At last, the white robot had it. In last ditch effort, she let her hands unfold, grabbing the waste-picker by his busy, rusted hands.
"EVE! EVE! EVE!"
She held his hands. No response. She held his head, again looking for the wonder and admiration of all things in his pitiful, loving eyes. But all she could sense was a puppet; a doll for her to carry. A doll she loved, but it could never love her. Never again.
Under hibernation, WALL-E shared his feelings of being alone on a desolate planet and longing for someone to come and live with him. Now EVE was in his place; Earth would thrive with humans and robots, but the world was as deserted to her now as it had been before discovering the Plant.
Loneliness. How isolating.
For the first time in her life, EVE was alone.
Title: For All That Tomorrow Might Bring
Author: Puri
Fandom: WALL-E
Genre: Dark
Rating: G
Warnings: Bleak. Short.
Ships/Characters: EVE, WALL-E, Cockroach
Finished: Yes
WALL-E's gaze was empty, none of the awe and devotion EVE could recognize in his eyes. She salvaged what treasures of his collection she could, glancing in horror as the rebooted robot piled object upon object, all his precious things inside him. Coughing the objects into cubes, he ignored them and settled upon the next pile: it was his job to clear garbage, you know.
"WALL-E? WALL-E!?"
He didn't recognize the cockroach who befriended him, crushing it with his wheels before it could inflate itself back, flickering its antennae with frantic scuttles. EVE chased the trash-picking robot, trying to jog his memory, but he would have none of it. At last, the white robot had it. In last ditch effort, she let her hands unfold, grabbing the waste-picker by his busy, rusted hands.
"EVE! EVE! EVE!"
She held his hands. No response. She held his head, again looking for the wonder and admiration of all things in his pitiful, loving eyes. But all she could sense was a puppet; a doll for her to carry. A doll she loved, but it could never love her. Never again.
Under hibernation, WALL-E shared his feelings of being alone on a desolate planet and longing for someone to come and live with him. Now EVE was in his place; Earth would thrive with humans and robots, but the world was as deserted to her now as it had been before discovering the Plant.
Loneliness. How isolating.
For the first time in her life, EVE was alone.
