(( You did say to stop the promptspam when you hit like 70, I think the plan was to try and keep things at a steady level of around 20 instead of spamming all at once and then waiting for things to drop off ))
Prompt: Hatchworth and Fluttershy in Equestria
[AN: The amount of prompts is an ongoing problem. Too many and my readers get bored waiting for any of theirs to turn up. Too few and I start fretting about having enough prompts. ANY clue for a nice stable number would be nice.]
Hatchworth had initially been in Kazooland to visit Upgrade in Snornia. Only to find that the pink dragon-robot-princess was hibernating in order to accelerate her transformation.
He’d left her some more plastic costume jewellery [pink, of course] and went exploring.
And promptly got lost.
Fluttershy turned back to reassure Spike, having marvelled at seeing Peewee the baby Phoenix take wing and rejoin his family.
Her comforting words died in her throat when she realised that there was a third… individual… in the clearing.
It stood tall, on two legs like Discord. And it seemed to be made almost entirely out of bronze. It steamed. And ticked.
“Oh…” it murmured. “That was beau-ti-ful.”
Spike said, “What the heck are *you*?”
It raised a red-and-black gloved hand to tip its entire head to them. “My name’s Hatch-worth. I am one of Colo-nel Wal-ter’s Steam Po-wered Au-ton-o-mous Au-tom-a-tons.” He leaned down to murmur, “I’m in the band, now.”
“Oh my goodness,” said Fluttershy.
He grinned at her. “Hel-lo, ma’am,” another tip of his head. “May I ex-plore here? This land looks like so much fun.”
It was later. Mayhem had evidently ensued in the form of sandwiches over every level surface. And spiders.
There was a sobbing bronze automaton in the middle of it.
“There, there,” cooed Fluttershy. “It’s all right…”
“…i only wanted to help…” bawled Hatchworth.
Twilight Sparkle vented a noise somewhere between a sigh and a howl to the heavens that life was unfair. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,” she said. “It’s just that lots of ponies don’t like spiders like you do. And maybe every pony would be happier - including the spiders - if all the spiders went… somewhere… else?”
Only Discord thought this was hilarious. They were all still working on his sense of humour.
A steam-filled sigh. “Nobody liked spiders like I do,” he pouted. Then pulled a mandolin and started playing a catchy little tune.
It was like watching Pinkie Pie round up all the Parasprites. The spiders just… danced their way back into the machine’s hatch.
And when he was done singing the Tickly Spider Dance… he put away the mandolin and firmly closed his hatch. “My sand-wich-es are still de-lic-ious.”
“…celestia help me…” Twilight groaned.
“Of course they are!” Pinkie Pie bounced into the scene. “I’ve got everything I need to hold the biggest, bestest sandwich party for the whole town!”
“Yaaaaay!” Hatchworth cheered.