Harry (AU Hatchworth)

As a continuation to the AU movement initiated by my AU Spine, Spencer     here's my AU Hatchworth! Yaaaaay!!

In this universe, he's called Harry Cogswell. He is the owner and bartender of the saloon the Golden Hatch.

I haven't named or temporally situated my alternate universe yet...

Imma call it "Lil' Birdie Westerney Retro-Futuristico World With Robutts And Lotso Shootie Shootie Bang Bang Yeehaw."

Or LBRFWWRALSSBBY.

Or "Western Birdie-verse", if you don't want to sound like you're having a stroke.


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    Harry came to the town of Gearsburg merely a couple of months before Spencer. Nobody knew who he was, or where he came from, but everybody expected to find the cheerful and kindly robot in a muddy ditch, dismantled and stripped of every useful components, in a matter of minutes. Surprisingly enough, he managed to defend and provide from himself rather well in the crime infested town.

Some thought it was because of the dissuading presence of Fifi, his 15 feet tall mutant honeybadger always by his side, others thought Harry was just very, very lucky. Harry always seemed to be at the right place, at the right time. The very last streak of silver in the depleted mines? Harry would find it. A bandit trying to rob him? A scorpion would crawl up the assailant leg and sting him.

Those are among the few events that led people to call him "Lucky Larry", despite his name not being Larry. (But he doesn't mind.)

    Soon after his arrival, he used up all his resources to build the Golden Hatch saloon, which brought Gearsburg a small amount of peace and order by providing drinks and entertainments to all the ruffians of the area, as well as a small amount of profit to the town.

Despite having a clientele of ill-repute, Harry himself was the most gentle artificial soul this town ever had. He always tries to settle disputes through compromises or distractions, even when he or his business weren't concerned in the slightest. He would hand out small wooden toys that he carved himself to the children of the town, offer blankets or a free drink once in a while to those who could really not afford it, and would always try to fix up any broken robot at best of his capacities. This earned him the nickname of "Cogswell", which he adopted as his "official" last name.

After a few weeks of service, not even the most ruthless gang would harass the saloon, as everybody seemed to enjoy Harry's sweetness.

Harry is, beyond compare, the most loved robot of Gearsburg.

    But of course this is only on the surface.

    In reality, the reason why most gangs would leave him alone was that whatever they encountered before, may it be a giant rattle-snake, a demon-possesed train, or even the newly voted sheriff with his deadly skills and weaponry, Harry was worse.

Far, far worse.

People in the shadows would whisper of witchcraft whenever his name was mentioned, and those who crossed him, man or bots, always disappeared without leaving a trace. Harry always seemed to pull out resources out of thin air, as if by magic. But of course nobody ever witnessed it. One day his reserve of alcohol would be empty, the next he was offering free drinks to the whole town. Shortly after his arrival, he appeared in each and every hideout of every notorious bandit of the region, with his usual heart-warming smile and gentle politeness, and warned everybody against ever threatening is establishment. Of course, each and everyone of them laughed and ignored the short, plump robot. Their leaders were later found dead, all the bones of their bodies usually crushed to mush, as if a great force squeezed their whole body into a ball, before laying their corpses flat on the ground. That is, if ever they were ever found at all.

After all of the main gangs' leaders were either killed, or scared into submission, Harry took over their leadership and fashioned them into a complex organized-crime society, which influence spreads well beyond the limits of Gearburg.

The true extent of Harry's cruelty is only guessed at, as no one would ever reveal anything about him of his secret activities, not even under the threat of torture. No one would dare double-crossing him, or even attempt to plan on double-crossing him. Harry always seemed to know. As if he was able to see the future, or read minds.

    Even the arrival of Spencer, which severally reduced the numbers of his minions, did not impede his activities.

Harry managed to hide the center of his operations in a maze-like secret area he constructed in the now exhausted silver mines. Even those mines seem to exude the same eerie feeling than him, as nobody who entered it ever seemed able to leave without Harry's accord.

Needless to say, those were also never found again.

To this day, the sheriff has never succeeded in discovering anything tying the cheerful bartender to the waves of counterfeit goods that have been circulating in the town for years. Spencer has his suspicions, of course, but nothing of relevance were ever discovered. And any bandit caught that seemed connected to the traffic categorically refused to say a word about its provenience.

    Many assassins and mercenaries were tasked to eliminate the seemingly harmless robot, and all of them failed, without exception.

Even in broad daylight, when many would think he would not dare letting go of the "gentle robot" charade, his devilish luck seemed to always work at his advantage. He would bend over to pick up a coin, barely missing a bullet, which would then ricochet back to the shooter, killing them on the spot, or would accidentally spill the killer-nanobots infested can of lubricant that was offered to him, lubricant that would inexplicably find its way to the poisoner.

And if ever the assassins managed to slip off without harm, they would always, always, end up within the deepest parts of the mines, where Harry would spend time delightfully "taking care" of them.

Either way, nobody was ever left alive to be interrogated about their motives.

    To this day, "Lucky Larry" rules in the shadows. A saint by day, a devil in the dark.




(oh I just love that I made Hatchworth a fucking psychopath )
And here's AU Rabbit:



Art © PiuPiu Littlebird. Hatchworth is/belongs to Samuel Luke and Steam Powered Giraffe.