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It was 9:17 AM on a cool summer day when Metaverse Sanitation received a request in it’s inbox from one of it’s many Users.
Metaverse Sanitation is the Metaverse’s main company for Disposal. It’s not always a beautiful hing to look at, but the truth is, we wouldn’t be here without them. The crew of mostly Trash Bots and Garbogens work tirelessly to keep the cities and Sub Worlds of the Metaverse clean, and trash free.
Usually they only preform pickups, waste securing, and disposal, but this time they had a special, paid request. Natasha was one of the many Users in the Metaverse, and she had three kids. She had done her best to make sure the kids left her home clean and organized with their belongings, and is still unsatisfied. She wanted professional help.
Just two hours later, at precisely 11 PM, a well used Metaverse Automated Rear Loader pulled up into Natasha’s driveway. It was green and yellow, quite stinky, and very filthy. The truck released it’s air brakes after coming to a halt. Not more than a minute later, the yellow door swings open, and out hops a stinky, filthy, very happy looking black and yellow M3 Garbogen. The Garbogen is wearing a beige brown backpack, filled with anything he should need, and a roll of industrial trash bags on the side. He then shuts the door with his tail, and casually walks up to the door with a digital, Hololight clipboard under his right arm. Having arrived at the door, the happy, filthy, caution yellow Proto then knocks on the door, and fluffs up his fur to make sure it looks nice while he waits for an answer.
“Good morning Natasha! I’m M3 Garbogen #227, and I’m here from Metaverse Sanitation for a room cleaning, yes?” Garbogen asks happily, wagging his tail.
“Absolutely, go ahead and come in you cutie!” Natasha says opening the door for Garbogen, Garbogen meanwhile examining the area and taking mental notes of where to clean first. Natasha then walks Garbogen through the neat little home, side stepping plastic trucks, dolls, action figures and Lego sets in various states of composition. “I’ve warned them that if they don’t pick up their toys I’m going to throw them away. As you can see – that’s not been working so well.” Natasha says, noticing Garbogen already tagging many objects in the home.
“Well, guess it’s time to take out the trash!” Garbogen responds with a happy blep.
“Hello Ryan, Kelly and Mitchell,” Garbogen waves a black, filthy paw to the slick, silver camera. “Your mom told me that you haven’t been following her rules for picking up, and that it’s really getting on her nerves. Not wot worry though, that’s why I’m here!”
Garbogen tears a industrial Trash Bag from the back of his backpack, and lifts it up for the camera.
“Well guys, I hope you had a long and happy time with your toys, because anything left out here is going to PERMANENT DISPOSAL!” He says with an incredibly happily tail wag.
The first room on the checklist is the living room.
Garbogen immediately and mercilessly sets to work grabbing every toy in sight. Plush toys, half-finished Lego sets, barbies, action figures and toy trucks with one paw and tossing them swiftly into the gaping, black trash bag. The toys clatter and jostle about as more things are thrown inside, stretching and pressing against the lining but unable to penetrate the heavy duty, signature industrial plastic. Garbogen then happily ties the bag shut with the red strings, and takes it outside to the porch, tossing it in the Trash Can he finds there, before pushing the compact button and listening happily as the toys are crushed into the other garbage in the container.
With the larger toys out of the way, the only things left were the scattered smaller pieces. Garbogen then sets down his bag by the door, and grabs out a large backpack vacuum from his sanitation backpack. He then takes off the sanitation backpack for a moment and joyfully tosses the vacuum one over his arms, and makes a gesture to open it’s Hololight menu at his arm’s side. He then makes sure he has shred and crush enabled, then shuts the menu and starts the vac with it’s large switch. The vacuum emits a high pitched drone, the shredder even making a low streaking sound, causing Garbogen even more happiness as lowers the nozzle to the floor. He rubs it back and forth over the carpet, the room being filled with constant clacking sound of Lego bricks sucked through the nozzle, up the long tube, into the tank port, shredded, and at the very end, compacted. Toy cars, soldier figures and barbies don’t escape the all consuming black nozzle either as it’s lifted and sends them squealing through the ribbed tube that jostles briefly under the slight increase in weight. Doll clothes, marbles, small plushies, odd socks and bits of discarded dried food join the growing mass in the backpack, being crushed and shredded along with all the dust, dirt, and rotten garbage of the household, Garbogen giggling evilly at the clanks and crunches and slacks of the items being mercilessly torn to pieces and crushed beyond repair. Garbogen methodically works her way through the living room, taking off the floor nozzle and replacing it with a crevice tool to reach into the tight spots, hearing the clatter and thump of more unknown small items flying up the hose. He then replaces the nozzle with an upholstery brush, and rubs the vacuum tip over the couch, taking more Lego and toy guns from the soldier figures before removing the cushions and sucking away another barbie doll and all of her belongings in a flurry of dust bunnies and crumbs.
Garbogen then puts the cushions back into place, neatly arranging the pillows while doing so and does a final second sweep through of the living room, turning the vacuum off when he finishes.
“Hehe! Things are looking so much better already!” Garbogen says with a smile, and happy tail wag before tying up the trash bag and placing it out on the porch. “What do we have next for the all consuming maw of PERMANENT DISPOSAL?!” He cheers, headed back in for the next load.
Garbogen then tears off another bag with his slightly filthy claws, and begins work next on the hallway leading to the children’s rooms. He grabs a thick plastic dump truck hugging the skirting board. The hallway was littered with small toys the vacuum was pulled out again. The wide floor nozzle sweeps back and forth over the carpeted hallway, gliding over Lego and figurine accessories. The nozzle shreds and sucks them away with ease, the satisfying rattles and clanks as they fly up the hose, and into the matching, Garbogen black and yellow vacuum backpack.
Once the hallway was sucked clean, Garbogen moves forward up the hall and observes the bedroom door further down the hall.
“Ooo, is this Kelly’s room?” Garbogen says, scanning to the floral decorations and crayon drawings taped to the door. He gently turns the doorknob with his filthy claws, and smiles – not surprised at the state of the girl’s room.
Being a five year old, Kelly’s room is plastered wall to wall with pink things, fluffy plush toys, dolls and Barbies litter the floor with a few more Lego play sets scattered around. Clothes are strewn about loosely or in piles or crammed into whatever container was available aside from where they should be. A large plastic doll house dominates the center of the room with the residents and the accessories scattered about inside and around it.
Garbogen happily shakes open a new trash bag open and silently tosses toy after toy into the opening, humming in beat with the Protodance video he’s now shown on his HUD. Drawings, socks, pants, skirts, shirts, shoes and her prized frilly Disney Princess dresses are heaped up in the Protogen’s claws and tossed into the bag. A stable play-set, horses, rider and all go in next, spilling a few of the contents as it is tossed in. A large saddled plush horse is grabbed and set aside. The happy Garbogen tosses in scattered story books, baby doll diapers, clothes, bottles, and rattles with a wagging tail before he pauses, holding a Protobean plushie by the neck in his clawed and filthy paw up to the camera.
“This is adorable,” Garbogen mentions while looking over the fluffy toy, “Really high quality to!”
“That’s her favorite,” Natasha adds as Garbogen smiles and flicks the bag open wider with his long, vacuum equipped tail.
“You wanna be a Garbage Collector to cutie?” The filthy Protogen asks the doll with a cute expression. He ups his vocal pitch a little, “I don’t want to go in there! Please mommy clean up your room so the Sanitation Worker doesn’t take me away!”
Garbogen tosses the doll into the trash bag and ties it up neatly. “Well, it’s to late, but now you get to see what happens to the trash!”
Garbogen walks out of the room his soft paws making almost no sound as he walks across the hardwood floor with the trash bag over his shoulder, and horse in his left paw. He happily strides out to the garbage bin, and tosses the bag in with a happy beep before returning to vacuum. Rather than his backpack this time, Garbogen wanted to use his tail vac so he could taste the filth.
The switch is enabled at just a thought from the Proto, and the room is filled with the high pitched drone of the motor. The Protogen forms a nozzle over his tail with Sold Light technology, and rubs it over the bedroom floor sucking crumbs, dust, dirt, Lego pieces, crayons, small toy accessories and figurines into the Garbogen’s trash bin like chest, awaiting incineration. Garbogen drools at the taste of the filth, and flicks the tail vacuum up to the doll house, hovering the wide open shredder nozzle over several of the scattered occupants. He lifts the nozzle up and down as it glides over the rest of the dolls along with all their furnishings and belongings, sucking them into the hose in a flurry of clacking and squealing and bangs as they go through, and are shredded. Garbogen switches off his tail for the moment, picks the emptied doll house with his tail and carries it outside before cramming it into the bin, and compacting it with the trash. The vacuum soon continues it’s course of merciless disposal, sweeping over Kelly’s bedroom floor, sucking away Lego, poly pockets, barbie clothes, socks and random accessories; the hose jostles about a little, loud crackling and thumps can be heard frequently as the nozzle shreds anything in it’s grasp, rubbing all the carpet under Kelly’s bed to make sure there is no more contaminants.
“Hehe! I’m quite sure I even got the monster under there!” Garbogen laughs with a bright orange smile on his happy face as the tail thrashes around guzzling down what was probably a t-shirt, some old wrappers, dust bunnies, general waste, and miscellaneous toys.
He shuts off the vacuum as usual, and sets to straightens the toy containers against the walls and tends to Kelly’s bed. He whips the bright pink sheets out straight and tucks them in tightly, arranging the pillows and spared teddies neatly to await their owner’s arrival, getting the bed just a little filthy.
“How about we clean up Mitchell’s room next?” He thinks to himself, selecting another J-Pop video and adding it to the que before, enabling the vacuum, spinning it up, and walking over to the next bedroom along the hallway. Garbogen grasps the nob in his pawb, twists the doorknob gently with his tail vac on and ready to suck.
Mitchell’s room is worse than his sister’s. Screwed up shirts, pants, socks, action figures and their accessories, Nerf guns and darts, Lego and K’nex pieces pit the beige colored carpet, a large tub of toy cars is spilled over, fanning out the sizable collection out across the room.
“It looks like a toy landfill. Well, that’s where they’re going anyway!” Garbogen says, throwing his tail out to the toy-filled floor.
At this thought, Garbogen works up another heaping smile, having a banger of a day as he works his way into the room, lifting the shredder, tail nozzle up over the random pieces in his path and sweeping over them with the shredder vac before rubbing the nozzle back and forth to suck away the dust and dirt underneath, this of course, giving him immense satisfaction. Amid the drone, hissing suction, and destruction of anything in the nozzle’s way, is the frequent clacking sounds of marbles, Lego and K’nex pieces, Nerf darts, and anything else being simply swept over, small figurines and random bits of scenery for play sets click and clatter their way into the incinerator. GI Joes along with all their guns, gear, backpacks and the whole sled dog team, rattle the Protogen’s tail as they are sucked up, and shredded to slivers, landing in the Garbogen’s stomach, ready to be incinerated. Shirts and socks flop and flail against the suction into the nozzle and swiftly disappear into it with a brief thwump, and a shred. Garbogen then makes the floor nozzle disappear, and engages his backpack vacuum again. He weaves the now gaping end of the hose over the spilled pile of cars; the hose slurping up all the cars, them being sent flying through it. Garbogen then re-initializes his tail and continues rubbing it over the floor until nothing remains, and whatever was in his stomach has been incinerated.
He switches off his vacuum with a belch of incinerator fumes, and takes off his vacuum backpack. Garbogen tears off another garbage bag, and sets to work breaking apart a race car track. He then picks up a few Nerf guns, a toy garage, mats for Lego, plastic roads and car play sets, scattered books, the GI’s helicopter, jeep, the sled and a few motorcycles along with loose bits of clothing that have been stuffed into random crevices instead of folded away in the wardrobe, in his gaping paw.
“Well now isn’t that funny?” He laughs and throws in a fully functional toy model of a Metaverse Automated Side Loading Garbage Truck with the rest of the toys. “Now then, that’s your room done Mitchell. Looks as clean as a Garbogen can get it! No dust, no clutter, just what you need.”
Garbogen moves over to Mitchell’s bed and straightens out the sheets, patting down the creases with his filthy tail and arranging Mitchell’s pillows the same way he had done for his sister. Once finished, he firmly ties up the heaping garbage bag, and carries it outside. Garbogen then happily opens the bin lid, and tosses the bag into the heap of crushed garbage inside.
Garbogen then ducks into Mitchell’s room to retrieve the vacuum backpack, and pauses by the third door down the hallway, hovering his padded, clawed, and filthy paw over the doorknob.
“Time to clean up your mess Ryan...” Garbogen announces in almost a whisper, his tail wagging with excitement as he twists the doorknob, followed closely by his taking in of the explosion of clothes littering practically every inch of the floor and bed.
Garbogen leaps into the air at the sight of more refuse, and quickly tears off a bag from the industrial trash bag roll, opens it wide. and steps into the room. Garbogen then lets his tail fall onto the nearest surface, and begins using it to mop up shirts, jackets, pants and socks as he walks around. The mound of clothes piled on his bed are scooped off and topple into the awaiting gaping bag in front of Garbogen’s lingering, orange face. He then swiftly snatches up any stragglers and tosses them in with the rest of the waste.
His trash bag is quite full at this point, bulging with unwanted clothing. It’s tied off by the happy Proto, and set aside before another thick, black bag is torn from the large roll. However, now that the surfaces are clean, Garbogen notices some treats. Plenty of tech is lying around and left in the open. Garbogen sets aside the tied up bag for the moment. He then opens his gaping maw wide, and in goes a number of random connector cables and a few chargers, a tablet, smartphone and a console controller. He then snaps his maw shut, and takes a big, happy gulp, belching more fumes afterward. Garbogen then heaps together a sizable stack of paper with all of Ryan’s drawings, and dumps them into the bag with a heaping smile as if they were trash. This action is immediately followed by several thick books, a Nintendo DS, anime figures, half empty flimsy boxes with railway kits, loose track sections and several Lego models.
This whole process has made Garbogen extremely happy, and he’s had an absolute blast, so he continues. He lifts another shirt off of a table near Ryan’s bed and discovers a scale model city underneath – a cluttered mess of spilled scenery, scattered toy cars, derailed locomotives and a few candy wrappers.
While the smaller Nerf pistols go into the bag without any trouble, Ryan’s over-sized rifle wouldn’t. Garbogen decides to toss it over by the door, but has no intention of sparing it. He then bends down and inspects under Ryan’s bed, yanking out balled up socks, screwed up and stained shirts, holly pants, a hooded jacket, more nasty looking shirts, and complies a neat stack of twelve adult magazines. “Well, looks like we got some trash in DESPERATE need of Disposal!” Garbogen says, looking upon the magazines with a happy frown as he dumps the whole stack into the trash bag. Once the room is cleared of large items, the bag is tied up thoroughly, and Garbogen grips it’s ties in his paws, taking it outside, and snatching up the Nerf rifle with his tail as he goes.
When Garbogen returns from chucking the items into the stinky garbage bin, the only thing he has in his paw is the hanging hose of his vacuum backpack. Ryan’s room fills with the high pitched muffled drone of the vacuum, soon accompanied with clacks, thumps and general sounds of destruction from Lego pieces, darts, toy cars, socks, connection cables, railway scenery and figurines, random scraps of plastic wrap, and a little general waste. Garbogen then holds the hose aside for a moment before reaching down to pick up an I-Pod and it’s earphones. He takes a look at it, smiles, and chucks it in his maw, belching the usual fumes afterward. He then retrieves the vacuum hose, ducks under Ryan’s bed and swishes the nozzle of his backpack-vac back and forth. The hose jumps about at random, the rhythmic sounds of the suction are repeatedly interrupted by thomps, clicks, clinks and clacks as the shredder hose sucks up and mercilessly destroys more socks, shirts, Lego, darts, cars, toy trains, balled up tissues, random scraps of cardboard, figurines and scenery pieces.
Garbogen, having complete this task, gets out and turns the vacuum off with just a thought. He then briefly dumps the canister into another open trash bag, sets the black bag aside, and then helps himself to making Ryan’s bed. He attentively straightening out the sheets one after the other and tucking them in with his filth black paws before arranging the pillows neatly at the headboard. “There we are! Neat and clean.” He comments.
The vacuum is switched on again and Garbogen removes the Sold Light shredder nozzle, replacing it’s beam with an airbrush vac. He moves it with his usual dusting motion over to the models, and sweeps the brush through the streets, sucking up wrappers, signs, fixtures, pedestrians, toy cars, small trees and shrubs. The linked trains rattle their way up the hose and land in the large, backpack canister with a dull thunk. Garbogen then turns on the in-tank shredder, sounds of destruction emerging from the backpack as the items inside are diced to shreds.
The happy Proto then moves over to a bookshelf under the window, and switching to his tail vac at the sight of real trash, gracefully glides the brush across it, sucking away dust, erasers, pencils, wadded up paper, a few more Lego pieces and another toy car. Both vacuums are then shut off, and a thick, heavy, black bag is taken out to be shown to the camera – bloated and heavy with all the toys and other things inside, the bag being the Metaverse’s most heavy trash bag, ready to be filled with anything and disposed of with ease.
After Garbogen ties up the half-full trash bag, turns off his vacs, and tosses all remaining waste into the large garbage bin outside, a loud hum can be heard approaching from further up the street. Garbogen picks up the filled bin, tosses it over his shoulder, and hauls it out to the curb just in time. A large, stinky, industrial, yellow and green Rear Loader garbage truck honoring the Metaverse Waste Management logo on it’s side, buried under the filth eases into the curb by Natasha’s house, hissing as the brakes activated. Afterward, the large truck’s hum dials back as it patiently waits at the curbside. The cabin’s glass is tinted almost black but it is clearly unmanned. “Hey there Metaverse Automated Rear Loader #2185, got some trash for ya! Can you haul it away for me?” Garbogen says happily, placing the bin at the machine’s rear.
“Hah, you betcha M3 Garbogen #227.” It responds in a quite realistic, yet still obviously robotized voice. The truck then maneuvers a robotic claw from it’s rear, picks up the bin, removes the lid, and dumps the nasty, shredded, destroyed waste from the shiny metal trash bin, into the stinky, industrial, trash filled truck. It then replaces the cap, and sets the bin back down exactly where Garbogen had set it, before patting it’s top with the garbage claw, also mounted on it’s rear. “All done Stinky! I’ll haul it away for ya!” It says, finishing by engaging the compactor blade.
As the blade opens up for the trash, a wave of nasty looking bin juice falls over the bags of destroyed toys and waste, coating and staining anything left of them, before more trash from the last compactor cycle slides down the sledge filled angle, and in with the toys. The blade then extends, effortlessly severing the bulky Nerf rifle as it goes, leaving nothing behind. It then finally scoops up the bags, and crushes them into it’s hull like all the other trash in the city.
“Thanks allot there big guy, but I’m not done just yet.” Garbogen says, his tail wagging very quickly with a big smile equipped. He was overjoyed at the sight of merciless disposal. He then briefly rushes away from the truck, and into the sunny front yard of Natasha’s home.
Garbogen leaps back onto the grass, tears off another garbage bag from his Garbogen’s backpack, and throws in tea sets, plastic baseball bats, balls, tennis rackets, toy trucks, damp plushies and plastic gardening toys before tying up the large bag, and tossing it into the Rear Loader’s hopper with the sound of shattering ceramic from the tea set, and a clunk from the toys. The larger toys are next for PERMANENT DISPOSAL!
Garbogen takes a tricycle under his fluffy, dirty arm with a skateboard in his other paw, and throws them into the hopper as well. They land on the bag with a rustling sound before Garbogen goes back and dumps in three toy chairs, a plastic toy table, lightsabers, large toy trucks, a tricycle, bicycle, two helmets, a backpack, lunchboxes, a pink ride-on car and whatever scatterings of smaller toys and trash he could rake up. After all this, the front lawn was completely cleared. He gives the truck a claw up, and the blade extends once more with the usual events. Mechanisms groan all the way as it lowers the blade down, while the bin juice once again floods the filthy hopper. The toys and remaining bags are then crushed, scooped out of the bin juice, and crammed in with the trash as the blade retracts.
The camera shifts to a feed inside the hull, holding on the blade until the cycle is completed. It then pans down to show the bags and other things crushed into a massive rectangle of trash, flattened cardboard, clothes, broken appliances, crushed furniture, food scraps and random bits of trash, all assisting in making up the large cube. The toys and anything left of them are now indistinguishably with everything else. The feed then returns to that of the usual camera, and the truck emits an audible hiss as the brakes disengage and the huge truck climbs out from the curb, disappearing up the road and flashing it’s blinkers as it heads off to the Waste Chute.
“And say goodbye to that meaningless junk! PERMANENT DISPOSAL!” Garbogen cheers, watching the truck turn away, and disappear with the never to be seen again waste.
Garbogen walks Natasha through the house, she is understandably shocked by the fact her house actually has a floor after such a long time tripping over the children’s mess.
“So, are you satisfied with your Disposal service?” Garbogen asks his customer, a heaping smile as usual stretched across his visor in orange as he looks at Natasha. His tail is wagging and he’s eager for an answer.
“Can you come every week?” Natasha laughs amid the laughter of Garbogen
“Well, I’m happy you like it. I enjoy being a good Garbogen.” He says happily “One final thing,” Garbogen says, pulling himself back together. He then takes out a small business card from the small slit in his chest armor near where he keeps his Core ID. He looks at it, and slides it over to Natasha before staring directly into the camera, “Ryan, Kelly and Mitchell, I hope you all enjoyed my tour of Metaverse Waste Management home cleanup! Next time, I suggest listening to your Mom before she has a Sanitation worker clean up after you.” Garbogen says happily, Natasha waving at the camera. “For now, goodbye, and have a good day! I’m off to get back to my routes.”
Garbogen then stops recording, saving the footage from the hover cam, and then shuts it off, placing it momentarily in his tail’s grasp. He then collects all his items from around Natasha’s home, gives it one final sweep to remove any of his filth trails, and waves a goodbye to Natasha as he leaves to head back to work in his own MARL.
An edit for my best friend in Disposal, Jake, the Sergal, who I love dearly, and whom without, the Metaverse would not exist.
(Edit from a document by another good friend of mine, Someone-Drank-My-Tea [Rusty], used under his permission. The original doc on DeviantArt:
https://www.deviantart.com/someone-.....g-Up-882213980)
As with all my work, I kindly ask you do not download, save, share, republish, or anything as such with this piece in any way without my permission.
(Note this submission was made a while ago and has been carried over from my DA account)
Metaverse Sanitation is the Metaverse’s main company for Disposal. It’s not always a beautiful hing to look at, but the truth is, we wouldn’t be here without them. The crew of mostly Trash Bots and Garbogens work tirelessly to keep the cities and Sub Worlds of the Metaverse clean, and trash free.
Usually they only preform pickups, waste securing, and disposal, but this time they had a special, paid request. Natasha was one of the many Users in the Metaverse, and she had three kids. She had done her best to make sure the kids left her home clean and organized with their belongings, and is still unsatisfied. She wanted professional help.
Just two hours later, at precisely 11 PM, a well used Metaverse Automated Rear Loader pulled up into Natasha’s driveway. It was green and yellow, quite stinky, and very filthy. The truck released it’s air brakes after coming to a halt. Not more than a minute later, the yellow door swings open, and out hops a stinky, filthy, very happy looking black and yellow M3 Garbogen. The Garbogen is wearing a beige brown backpack, filled with anything he should need, and a roll of industrial trash bags on the side. He then shuts the door with his tail, and casually walks up to the door with a digital, Hololight clipboard under his right arm. Having arrived at the door, the happy, filthy, caution yellow Proto then knocks on the door, and fluffs up his fur to make sure it looks nice while he waits for an answer.
“Good morning Natasha! I’m M3 Garbogen #227, and I’m here from Metaverse Sanitation for a room cleaning, yes?” Garbogen asks happily, wagging his tail.
“Absolutely, go ahead and come in you cutie!” Natasha says opening the door for Garbogen, Garbogen meanwhile examining the area and taking mental notes of where to clean first. Natasha then walks Garbogen through the neat little home, side stepping plastic trucks, dolls, action figures and Lego sets in various states of composition. “I’ve warned them that if they don’t pick up their toys I’m going to throw them away. As you can see – that’s not been working so well.” Natasha says, noticing Garbogen already tagging many objects in the home.
“Well, guess it’s time to take out the trash!” Garbogen responds with a happy blep.
“Hello Ryan, Kelly and Mitchell,” Garbogen waves a black, filthy paw to the slick, silver camera. “Your mom told me that you haven’t been following her rules for picking up, and that it’s really getting on her nerves. Not wot worry though, that’s why I’m here!”
Garbogen tears a industrial Trash Bag from the back of his backpack, and lifts it up for the camera.
“Well guys, I hope you had a long and happy time with your toys, because anything left out here is going to PERMANENT DISPOSAL!” He says with an incredibly happily tail wag.
The first room on the checklist is the living room.
Garbogen immediately and mercilessly sets to work grabbing every toy in sight. Plush toys, half-finished Lego sets, barbies, action figures and toy trucks with one paw and tossing them swiftly into the gaping, black trash bag. The toys clatter and jostle about as more things are thrown inside, stretching and pressing against the lining but unable to penetrate the heavy duty, signature industrial plastic. Garbogen then happily ties the bag shut with the red strings, and takes it outside to the porch, tossing it in the Trash Can he finds there, before pushing the compact button and listening happily as the toys are crushed into the other garbage in the container.
With the larger toys out of the way, the only things left were the scattered smaller pieces. Garbogen then sets down his bag by the door, and grabs out a large backpack vacuum from his sanitation backpack. He then takes off the sanitation backpack for a moment and joyfully tosses the vacuum one over his arms, and makes a gesture to open it’s Hololight menu at his arm’s side. He then makes sure he has shred and crush enabled, then shuts the menu and starts the vac with it’s large switch. The vacuum emits a high pitched drone, the shredder even making a low streaking sound, causing Garbogen even more happiness as lowers the nozzle to the floor. He rubs it back and forth over the carpet, the room being filled with constant clacking sound of Lego bricks sucked through the nozzle, up the long tube, into the tank port, shredded, and at the very end, compacted. Toy cars, soldier figures and barbies don’t escape the all consuming black nozzle either as it’s lifted and sends them squealing through the ribbed tube that jostles briefly under the slight increase in weight. Doll clothes, marbles, small plushies, odd socks and bits of discarded dried food join the growing mass in the backpack, being crushed and shredded along with all the dust, dirt, and rotten garbage of the household, Garbogen giggling evilly at the clanks and crunches and slacks of the items being mercilessly torn to pieces and crushed beyond repair. Garbogen methodically works her way through the living room, taking off the floor nozzle and replacing it with a crevice tool to reach into the tight spots, hearing the clatter and thump of more unknown small items flying up the hose. He then replaces the nozzle with an upholstery brush, and rubs the vacuum tip over the couch, taking more Lego and toy guns from the soldier figures before removing the cushions and sucking away another barbie doll and all of her belongings in a flurry of dust bunnies and crumbs.
Garbogen then puts the cushions back into place, neatly arranging the pillows while doing so and does a final second sweep through of the living room, turning the vacuum off when he finishes.
“Hehe! Things are looking so much better already!” Garbogen says with a smile, and happy tail wag before tying up the trash bag and placing it out on the porch. “What do we have next for the all consuming maw of PERMANENT DISPOSAL?!” He cheers, headed back in for the next load.
Garbogen then tears off another bag with his slightly filthy claws, and begins work next on the hallway leading to the children’s rooms. He grabs a thick plastic dump truck hugging the skirting board. The hallway was littered with small toys the vacuum was pulled out again. The wide floor nozzle sweeps back and forth over the carpeted hallway, gliding over Lego and figurine accessories. The nozzle shreds and sucks them away with ease, the satisfying rattles and clanks as they fly up the hose, and into the matching, Garbogen black and yellow vacuum backpack.
Once the hallway was sucked clean, Garbogen moves forward up the hall and observes the bedroom door further down the hall.
“Ooo, is this Kelly’s room?” Garbogen says, scanning to the floral decorations and crayon drawings taped to the door. He gently turns the doorknob with his filthy claws, and smiles – not surprised at the state of the girl’s room.
Being a five year old, Kelly’s room is plastered wall to wall with pink things, fluffy plush toys, dolls and Barbies litter the floor with a few more Lego play sets scattered around. Clothes are strewn about loosely or in piles or crammed into whatever container was available aside from where they should be. A large plastic doll house dominates the center of the room with the residents and the accessories scattered about inside and around it.
Garbogen happily shakes open a new trash bag open and silently tosses toy after toy into the opening, humming in beat with the Protodance video he’s now shown on his HUD. Drawings, socks, pants, skirts, shirts, shoes and her prized frilly Disney Princess dresses are heaped up in the Protogen’s claws and tossed into the bag. A stable play-set, horses, rider and all go in next, spilling a few of the contents as it is tossed in. A large saddled plush horse is grabbed and set aside. The happy Garbogen tosses in scattered story books, baby doll diapers, clothes, bottles, and rattles with a wagging tail before he pauses, holding a Protobean plushie by the neck in his clawed and filthy paw up to the camera.
“This is adorable,” Garbogen mentions while looking over the fluffy toy, “Really high quality to!”
“That’s her favorite,” Natasha adds as Garbogen smiles and flicks the bag open wider with his long, vacuum equipped tail.
“You wanna be a Garbage Collector to cutie?” The filthy Protogen asks the doll with a cute expression. He ups his vocal pitch a little, “I don’t want to go in there! Please mommy clean up your room so the Sanitation Worker doesn’t take me away!”
Garbogen tosses the doll into the trash bag and ties it up neatly. “Well, it’s to late, but now you get to see what happens to the trash!”
Garbogen walks out of the room his soft paws making almost no sound as he walks across the hardwood floor with the trash bag over his shoulder, and horse in his left paw. He happily strides out to the garbage bin, and tosses the bag in with a happy beep before returning to vacuum. Rather than his backpack this time, Garbogen wanted to use his tail vac so he could taste the filth.
The switch is enabled at just a thought from the Proto, and the room is filled with the high pitched drone of the motor. The Protogen forms a nozzle over his tail with Sold Light technology, and rubs it over the bedroom floor sucking crumbs, dust, dirt, Lego pieces, crayons, small toy accessories and figurines into the Garbogen’s trash bin like chest, awaiting incineration. Garbogen drools at the taste of the filth, and flicks the tail vacuum up to the doll house, hovering the wide open shredder nozzle over several of the scattered occupants. He lifts the nozzle up and down as it glides over the rest of the dolls along with all their furnishings and belongings, sucking them into the hose in a flurry of clacking and squealing and bangs as they go through, and are shredded. Garbogen switches off his tail for the moment, picks the emptied doll house with his tail and carries it outside before cramming it into the bin, and compacting it with the trash. The vacuum soon continues it’s course of merciless disposal, sweeping over Kelly’s bedroom floor, sucking away Lego, poly pockets, barbie clothes, socks and random accessories; the hose jostles about a little, loud crackling and thumps can be heard frequently as the nozzle shreds anything in it’s grasp, rubbing all the carpet under Kelly’s bed to make sure there is no more contaminants.
“Hehe! I’m quite sure I even got the monster under there!” Garbogen laughs with a bright orange smile on his happy face as the tail thrashes around guzzling down what was probably a t-shirt, some old wrappers, dust bunnies, general waste, and miscellaneous toys.
He shuts off the vacuum as usual, and sets to straightens the toy containers against the walls and tends to Kelly’s bed. He whips the bright pink sheets out straight and tucks them in tightly, arranging the pillows and spared teddies neatly to await their owner’s arrival, getting the bed just a little filthy.
“How about we clean up Mitchell’s room next?” He thinks to himself, selecting another J-Pop video and adding it to the que before, enabling the vacuum, spinning it up, and walking over to the next bedroom along the hallway. Garbogen grasps the nob in his pawb, twists the doorknob gently with his tail vac on and ready to suck.
Mitchell’s room is worse than his sister’s. Screwed up shirts, pants, socks, action figures and their accessories, Nerf guns and darts, Lego and K’nex pieces pit the beige colored carpet, a large tub of toy cars is spilled over, fanning out the sizable collection out across the room.
“It looks like a toy landfill. Well, that’s where they’re going anyway!” Garbogen says, throwing his tail out to the toy-filled floor.
At this thought, Garbogen works up another heaping smile, having a banger of a day as he works his way into the room, lifting the shredder, tail nozzle up over the random pieces in his path and sweeping over them with the shredder vac before rubbing the nozzle back and forth to suck away the dust and dirt underneath, this of course, giving him immense satisfaction. Amid the drone, hissing suction, and destruction of anything in the nozzle’s way, is the frequent clacking sounds of marbles, Lego and K’nex pieces, Nerf darts, and anything else being simply swept over, small figurines and random bits of scenery for play sets click and clatter their way into the incinerator. GI Joes along with all their guns, gear, backpacks and the whole sled dog team, rattle the Protogen’s tail as they are sucked up, and shredded to slivers, landing in the Garbogen’s stomach, ready to be incinerated. Shirts and socks flop and flail against the suction into the nozzle and swiftly disappear into it with a brief thwump, and a shred. Garbogen then makes the floor nozzle disappear, and engages his backpack vacuum again. He weaves the now gaping end of the hose over the spilled pile of cars; the hose slurping up all the cars, them being sent flying through it. Garbogen then re-initializes his tail and continues rubbing it over the floor until nothing remains, and whatever was in his stomach has been incinerated.
He switches off his vacuum with a belch of incinerator fumes, and takes off his vacuum backpack. Garbogen tears off another garbage bag, and sets to work breaking apart a race car track. He then picks up a few Nerf guns, a toy garage, mats for Lego, plastic roads and car play sets, scattered books, the GI’s helicopter, jeep, the sled and a few motorcycles along with loose bits of clothing that have been stuffed into random crevices instead of folded away in the wardrobe, in his gaping paw.
“Well now isn’t that funny?” He laughs and throws in a fully functional toy model of a Metaverse Automated Side Loading Garbage Truck with the rest of the toys. “Now then, that’s your room done Mitchell. Looks as clean as a Garbogen can get it! No dust, no clutter, just what you need.”
Garbogen moves over to Mitchell’s bed and straightens out the sheets, patting down the creases with his filthy tail and arranging Mitchell’s pillows the same way he had done for his sister. Once finished, he firmly ties up the heaping garbage bag, and carries it outside. Garbogen then happily opens the bin lid, and tosses the bag into the heap of crushed garbage inside.
Garbogen then ducks into Mitchell’s room to retrieve the vacuum backpack, and pauses by the third door down the hallway, hovering his padded, clawed, and filthy paw over the doorknob.
“Time to clean up your mess Ryan...” Garbogen announces in almost a whisper, his tail wagging with excitement as he twists the doorknob, followed closely by his taking in of the explosion of clothes littering practically every inch of the floor and bed.
Garbogen leaps into the air at the sight of more refuse, and quickly tears off a bag from the industrial trash bag roll, opens it wide. and steps into the room. Garbogen then lets his tail fall onto the nearest surface, and begins using it to mop up shirts, jackets, pants and socks as he walks around. The mound of clothes piled on his bed are scooped off and topple into the awaiting gaping bag in front of Garbogen’s lingering, orange face. He then swiftly snatches up any stragglers and tosses them in with the rest of the waste.
His trash bag is quite full at this point, bulging with unwanted clothing. It’s tied off by the happy Proto, and set aside before another thick, black bag is torn from the large roll. However, now that the surfaces are clean, Garbogen notices some treats. Plenty of tech is lying around and left in the open. Garbogen sets aside the tied up bag for the moment. He then opens his gaping maw wide, and in goes a number of random connector cables and a few chargers, a tablet, smartphone and a console controller. He then snaps his maw shut, and takes a big, happy gulp, belching more fumes afterward. Garbogen then heaps together a sizable stack of paper with all of Ryan’s drawings, and dumps them into the bag with a heaping smile as if they were trash. This action is immediately followed by several thick books, a Nintendo DS, anime figures, half empty flimsy boxes with railway kits, loose track sections and several Lego models.
This whole process has made Garbogen extremely happy, and he’s had an absolute blast, so he continues. He lifts another shirt off of a table near Ryan’s bed and discovers a scale model city underneath – a cluttered mess of spilled scenery, scattered toy cars, derailed locomotives and a few candy wrappers.
While the smaller Nerf pistols go into the bag without any trouble, Ryan’s over-sized rifle wouldn’t. Garbogen decides to toss it over by the door, but has no intention of sparing it. He then bends down and inspects under Ryan’s bed, yanking out balled up socks, screwed up and stained shirts, holly pants, a hooded jacket, more nasty looking shirts, and complies a neat stack of twelve adult magazines. “Well, looks like we got some trash in DESPERATE need of Disposal!” Garbogen says, looking upon the magazines with a happy frown as he dumps the whole stack into the trash bag. Once the room is cleared of large items, the bag is tied up thoroughly, and Garbogen grips it’s ties in his paws, taking it outside, and snatching up the Nerf rifle with his tail as he goes.
When Garbogen returns from chucking the items into the stinky garbage bin, the only thing he has in his paw is the hanging hose of his vacuum backpack. Ryan’s room fills with the high pitched muffled drone of the vacuum, soon accompanied with clacks, thumps and general sounds of destruction from Lego pieces, darts, toy cars, socks, connection cables, railway scenery and figurines, random scraps of plastic wrap, and a little general waste. Garbogen then holds the hose aside for a moment before reaching down to pick up an I-Pod and it’s earphones. He takes a look at it, smiles, and chucks it in his maw, belching the usual fumes afterward. He then retrieves the vacuum hose, ducks under Ryan’s bed and swishes the nozzle of his backpack-vac back and forth. The hose jumps about at random, the rhythmic sounds of the suction are repeatedly interrupted by thomps, clicks, clinks and clacks as the shredder hose sucks up and mercilessly destroys more socks, shirts, Lego, darts, cars, toy trains, balled up tissues, random scraps of cardboard, figurines and scenery pieces.
Garbogen, having complete this task, gets out and turns the vacuum off with just a thought. He then briefly dumps the canister into another open trash bag, sets the black bag aside, and then helps himself to making Ryan’s bed. He attentively straightening out the sheets one after the other and tucking them in with his filth black paws before arranging the pillows neatly at the headboard. “There we are! Neat and clean.” He comments.
The vacuum is switched on again and Garbogen removes the Sold Light shredder nozzle, replacing it’s beam with an airbrush vac. He moves it with his usual dusting motion over to the models, and sweeps the brush through the streets, sucking up wrappers, signs, fixtures, pedestrians, toy cars, small trees and shrubs. The linked trains rattle their way up the hose and land in the large, backpack canister with a dull thunk. Garbogen then turns on the in-tank shredder, sounds of destruction emerging from the backpack as the items inside are diced to shreds.
The happy Proto then moves over to a bookshelf under the window, and switching to his tail vac at the sight of real trash, gracefully glides the brush across it, sucking away dust, erasers, pencils, wadded up paper, a few more Lego pieces and another toy car. Both vacuums are then shut off, and a thick, heavy, black bag is taken out to be shown to the camera – bloated and heavy with all the toys and other things inside, the bag being the Metaverse’s most heavy trash bag, ready to be filled with anything and disposed of with ease.
After Garbogen ties up the half-full trash bag, turns off his vacs, and tosses all remaining waste into the large garbage bin outside, a loud hum can be heard approaching from further up the street. Garbogen picks up the filled bin, tosses it over his shoulder, and hauls it out to the curb just in time. A large, stinky, industrial, yellow and green Rear Loader garbage truck honoring the Metaverse Waste Management logo on it’s side, buried under the filth eases into the curb by Natasha’s house, hissing as the brakes activated. Afterward, the large truck’s hum dials back as it patiently waits at the curbside. The cabin’s glass is tinted almost black but it is clearly unmanned. “Hey there Metaverse Automated Rear Loader #2185, got some trash for ya! Can you haul it away for me?” Garbogen says happily, placing the bin at the machine’s rear.
“Hah, you betcha M3 Garbogen #227.” It responds in a quite realistic, yet still obviously robotized voice. The truck then maneuvers a robotic claw from it’s rear, picks up the bin, removes the lid, and dumps the nasty, shredded, destroyed waste from the shiny metal trash bin, into the stinky, industrial, trash filled truck. It then replaces the cap, and sets the bin back down exactly where Garbogen had set it, before patting it’s top with the garbage claw, also mounted on it’s rear. “All done Stinky! I’ll haul it away for ya!” It says, finishing by engaging the compactor blade.
As the blade opens up for the trash, a wave of nasty looking bin juice falls over the bags of destroyed toys and waste, coating and staining anything left of them, before more trash from the last compactor cycle slides down the sledge filled angle, and in with the toys. The blade then extends, effortlessly severing the bulky Nerf rifle as it goes, leaving nothing behind. It then finally scoops up the bags, and crushes them into it’s hull like all the other trash in the city.
“Thanks allot there big guy, but I’m not done just yet.” Garbogen says, his tail wagging very quickly with a big smile equipped. He was overjoyed at the sight of merciless disposal. He then briefly rushes away from the truck, and into the sunny front yard of Natasha’s home.
Garbogen leaps back onto the grass, tears off another garbage bag from his Garbogen’s backpack, and throws in tea sets, plastic baseball bats, balls, tennis rackets, toy trucks, damp plushies and plastic gardening toys before tying up the large bag, and tossing it into the Rear Loader’s hopper with the sound of shattering ceramic from the tea set, and a clunk from the toys. The larger toys are next for PERMANENT DISPOSAL!
Garbogen takes a tricycle under his fluffy, dirty arm with a skateboard in his other paw, and throws them into the hopper as well. They land on the bag with a rustling sound before Garbogen goes back and dumps in three toy chairs, a plastic toy table, lightsabers, large toy trucks, a tricycle, bicycle, two helmets, a backpack, lunchboxes, a pink ride-on car and whatever scatterings of smaller toys and trash he could rake up. After all this, the front lawn was completely cleared. He gives the truck a claw up, and the blade extends once more with the usual events. Mechanisms groan all the way as it lowers the blade down, while the bin juice once again floods the filthy hopper. The toys and remaining bags are then crushed, scooped out of the bin juice, and crammed in with the trash as the blade retracts.
The camera shifts to a feed inside the hull, holding on the blade until the cycle is completed. It then pans down to show the bags and other things crushed into a massive rectangle of trash, flattened cardboard, clothes, broken appliances, crushed furniture, food scraps and random bits of trash, all assisting in making up the large cube. The toys and anything left of them are now indistinguishably with everything else. The feed then returns to that of the usual camera, and the truck emits an audible hiss as the brakes disengage and the huge truck climbs out from the curb, disappearing up the road and flashing it’s blinkers as it heads off to the Waste Chute.
“And say goodbye to that meaningless junk! PERMANENT DISPOSAL!” Garbogen cheers, watching the truck turn away, and disappear with the never to be seen again waste.
Garbogen walks Natasha through the house, she is understandably shocked by the fact her house actually has a floor after such a long time tripping over the children’s mess.
“So, are you satisfied with your Disposal service?” Garbogen asks his customer, a heaping smile as usual stretched across his visor in orange as he looks at Natasha. His tail is wagging and he’s eager for an answer.
“Can you come every week?” Natasha laughs amid the laughter of Garbogen
“Well, I’m happy you like it. I enjoy being a good Garbogen.” He says happily “One final thing,” Garbogen says, pulling himself back together. He then takes out a small business card from the small slit in his chest armor near where he keeps his Core ID. He looks at it, and slides it over to Natasha before staring directly into the camera, “Ryan, Kelly and Mitchell, I hope you all enjoyed my tour of Metaverse Waste Management home cleanup! Next time, I suggest listening to your Mom before she has a Sanitation worker clean up after you.” Garbogen says happily, Natasha waving at the camera. “For now, goodbye, and have a good day! I’m off to get back to my routes.”
Garbogen then stops recording, saving the footage from the hover cam, and then shuts it off, placing it momentarily in his tail’s grasp. He then collects all his items from around Natasha’s home, gives it one final sweep to remove any of his filth trails, and waves a goodbye to Natasha as he leaves to head back to work in his own MARL.
An edit for my best friend in Disposal, Jake, the Sergal, who I love dearly, and whom without, the Metaverse would not exist.
(Edit from a document by another good friend of mine, Someone-Drank-My-Tea [Rusty], used under his permission. The original doc on DeviantArt:
https://www.deviantart.com/someone-.....g-Up-882213980)
As with all my work, I kindly ask you do not download, save, share, republish, or anything as such with this piece in any way without my permission.
(Note this submission was made a while ago and has been carried over from my DA account)
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Overall it's a great story, very well written, I just absolutely love vacuum vore, but I still feel like it's really sad to see all these cute plushies being shreded to pieces, just imagine your favorite toy that you love and cherish being taken away from you and completely destroyed :( But still it's a good story
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