Ivy the Amalgamate

>"KNOCK-OUT!" boomed through the ring's speakers, as another Nandroids was reduced to scrap under Ivy's many limbs
>As per the agreement between her owner and the manager, she'd be sure to be receiving some replacement parts from the Nandroid she just scrapped.
>As she left the ring to the transport truck her owner moved her around in, Ivy used her auxilary legs to work herself into a comfortable position.
>It wasn't always easy , as her many make-shift limbs tended to get in the way for non-combat related tasks.
>But at least it was making her owner happy.
>The smile on his face when she won a particularly tough match.
>The look of concern her rear-eyes couldn't help but notice when she took a bad hit.
>This was how she knew it was all worth it.

>After the truck stopped, Ivy knew they were "home"
>An abandoned warehouse taken over by her owner, it featured next to no signs of luxury.
>The office upstairs had been converted into a living space for Sir, with a few chars and a table set up by the garage for any guests, not to mention a workshop area for when Ivy needed repairs or new parts.
>Ivy's little patch of heaven consisted of two main areas;
>The "Pile", where new Nandroid scraps were left for her to comb through when she needed something, and Ivy's favourite part:
>An entire corner devoted to a towering mound of Plush toys.
>Her owner liked to tease her about her disappearing into the pile like a dragon, hoarding her felt treasures to herself.
>Ivy's favourites were kept in the centre of the pile, and were checked over constantly to make sure they hadn't disappeared.
>Nandroid plushes. Designed by Sterling to help advertise Nandroids to families who couldn't afford it.
>They were usually the most beaten up, toys that had been attempted to be repaired, before either given away or thrown in the trash.
>Seeing attempts to repair broken toys reminded Ivy of her own past, before she was a big star like she was now.

>However, this time, there was something different about her pile of plush.
>Sitting above the rest of them, was the most unusual Nandroid plush Ivy had ever seen.
>Made up of a ton of different Nandroid's, it seemed almost like someone had copied her design.
>As she turned it over and examined it in her many arms, Ivy was dumbstruck.
>"I take it you like her then?" Her owner asked, drawing Ivy's attention away from the amalgam-plush.
>"D-did you?" Ivy began to stutter, emotion welling in the eyes of each of her faces (which was a lot of eyes to be fair)
>"Made it myself!" Her owner smiled, gripping his suspenders proudly.
>"Woah" he shouted, as she quickly scooped him up with her lower arms, before transferring him up to meet her front-face.
>"Why?" She asked quietly, over-come with emotion.
>"You've been champ for a while now. And you keep helping a bum like me keep eating. Only right I gets you something as nice as a girl like you deserves."
>Ivy pulled him close, still trying to be gentle with the fragile human in her arms.
>She was pretty sure only a few faces in her build actually had tear-ducts still attached, but she felt like they could all be leaking.