Ashen Wastes: The Road to Nowhere?

[Claptrap]

Unphased by the half-heartedness of Kuzuru's greeting, Claptrap went on ahead into what he figured was his room.

"So, this is where I'll be living from now on, huh?" Claptrap chirped brightly as he wheeled into the dark cave that was his new room. "Well, it's a lot cleaner than my old place." 

Claptrap quickly set about decorating the room, first creating a rug and a pair of armchairs. True, he rarely got any visitors, but he liked to pretend that people would come to his door constantly, asking if they could come in, take a seat by the fire and discuss firearms and/or high fives while enjoying some quality brandy, not that Claptrap drank. Or could drink. 

Claptrap roused himself from his daydream to continue decorating. If he wanted to take a seat by the fire he would, of course, need a fireplace. This posed a slightly more significant problem. If he wanted a fireplace he needed a chimney. Claptrap summoned up a drill and a significantly more square hard hat.

Getting to work, Claptrap began drilling into the wall on the far end of the room. The rock was hard at first, but after a bit of work the stone began to chip away. Progress was slow but steady, and eventually Claptrap had dug out a cube of a similar size and shape to Claptrap himself. 

Claptrap positioned himself inside of the hole to begin drilling the chimney before realisig that he had no idea how deep into the mountain he was, and could be digging for hours before he hit the top. Claptrap shrugged, as much as a robot without shoulders can shrug, and decided to just make a fireplace and put an electric heater inside.

Now that the makeshift hearth was finished, Claptrap proceeded to add the finishing touches. Namely a gun rack on one wall with a book shelf next to it, filled with books on subjects such as guns, robotics and advanced high five techniques. On the other wall was a large picture of the vault huntes and other citizens of Sanctuary, with Claptrap as the focal point. 

"Ah, perfect. Now this feels a little like home." Claptrap paused. He had lost track of time working on his room and had completely lost track of time. "Time to go see what else is in this place." Claptrap wheeled out of his room and rolled down to the common room. 

"Hello mercenaries!" Claptrap shouted chirpily, raising his hand to give a high five, only to be silenced by a 'Shut up!' from the man watching the television. Claptrap's hand dropped to his side immediately.

"Oh-Kay!" Claptrap said cheerfully before turning around and wheeling right back to his room. "If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room!" The robot announced. "I said shut up!" Could be heard faintly from the common room, accentuated by a slightly displeased growl from Deathtrap a room or two over.

Claptrap switched on his 'fire place' and jumped into his armchair, shotgun in hand. Claptrap summoned a rag and began to polish his gun while relaxing in his chair. "Just you wait, Claptrap." He said to himself, "You'll show then how cool and helpful you are, then they'll all want to come over and give me high fives."