Here have a bunch of disconsolate robot scribbles because for some reason my heart just decided that everything is terrible and it’s the end of the world and it’s all my fault and I’m going to get fired for being ahead with my work and doodling because I’ve done everything I was meant to and oh nooooo panic panic panic.
Don’t worry, I’ll probably be back to normal in an hour or two. I just malfunction now and then :T
Also it was fun playing the idea of M.O.D.’s feet not needing to be complete (also might be why she’s always wearing brogues…).