My friend made a discord server and it's accepting muses from all fandoms.

I decided hey I'll use my favorite machine brothers and half a dozen servants from fate.

Here is the interaction with the brothers, and mandricardo (a fate servant).

Some plot info:
The entire server takes place on a train, and the characters just pop in at random. So I had Adam and Eve pop in shortly after Adam was "killed" by 2B but of course in the server Adam survived because the brothers need each other.

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Part one! Eve's entrance into the group chat
This is screenshotted

Part two! The interaction with mandricardo!
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.'it's...so cold..I'm afraid..'

   But..his city was gone. Where was it? Where was he?

     "E...ve...Eve..."

     The word sat heavy on his tongue and in his mouth, and it was the only word that could escape.

    His shirt was ruined, soaked red with his blood. The bandages Eve had hastily wrapped around his torso were hardly enough to control the bleeding entirely.
   
     '...find....network...signal...'

    He'd been a fool. A fool. Him.

   'because we were all fools..'

   He wanted to laugh at the irony. Him! He, who studied humanity for years and sought nothing more than learning all he could.

   But that just led him here; to a place with wooden floors and people walking by. He couldn't make sense of most of them, but...all of them were most definitely human.

   '...brother...come..find me..'

    He had no choice. It hurt to move, to lift up his head to watch the people move around him. It hurt to lay down on the floor, soaked red now.

   Everything hurt...

In life he had failed everything, and in his second life he had been given hope, a collection of true companions, and someone to call friend. They'd all been cruelly snatched away from him one by one, and he'd been left unknowing if his and everyone else's sacrifices had been in vain.

In this new third life, what was he supposed to do? A king who'd failed his people twice over and died accomplishing nothing twice over?

Still, he'd been doing the best that a gloomy bronze ranker like he could.

Which is why he was currently standing over this bleeding man, with eyes widened then shrinking back down to nothing. What should he do? He didn't have any knowledge when it came to healing at all.

He frowned, and kneeled down, before picking up the man, legs buckled lightly but he stood strong. "You look almost as bad as I did when I died, let's get you on the train, someone will know what to do." He didn't, but someone might. Right.

He began to walk.

He couldn't have protested, even if he'd wanted to.

Though he grunted in pain as he was forcibly moved.

'I can't...I can't even protest...'

  Who...who was lifting him?

     There was a patch of white in the darkened hair. Not Eve.

    Oh...he was..still...the blood was soaking his shirt. He'd have to fix that later. Right. He could do that.

   '...Eve...where are you..'

    Could...was Eve here? Nearby? Could the network still be active?

    "Bro...ther..."

Right. He wasn't the most medically inclined, he would have no way of fixing this, so he hurried, hoping that the man in his arms could hold on long enough for him to board the train.

A brother? A thought formed in his mind right now, but he had no way of confirming it, and if he was wrong that would just complicate things further.

Right. Focus on one thing at a time, no need to freak out now. "It's going to be alright. I know people that can help you, and somewhere safe."

The train should be around here somewhere, shouldn't it?

"You're going to be fine." He spoke, mostly to himself.

He stepped onto the train, temporarily blinded by the passing from world to world and stumbled into the hallway.

'Something...something is trying to connect to the network...!'

   He'd had a feeling, early. One he wasn't too sure about at first.

   But...now he was positive.

   'brother...!'

    The fruit and books left for him had been hastily eaten and read earlier; he'd been too hyper fixated on them to think about Adam.

     Where was his brother? In pain, somewhere.

   Ah! He remembered much of what he did the first time. If he'd been stabbed in the same area, it was likely to work again.

   'if the network connection doesn't die before I see him...it's a bad connection here, where the other machines aren't around us...'

     If he had to protect his brother, so be it. The price didn't matter.

    "I need tools...tools...like the ones the creators used..but what could I use in their stead," he muttered frantically, pacing about a room within the train.

   The supplies in his hand weren't what one would usually consider using on a patient- at least, not what the humans would consider. But they were the closest he could find in a short amount of time.

    His brother had very little of it to spare.

His brain told him this was a bad idea. What if he was wrong? That would be really bad, and awkward, and embarrassing. Then again, what did he care about embarrassing himself? Then again. Then again. Thus, he continued to eternally internally debate as he carried the bleeding man with him through the halls, ironically praying to the gods he swore to destroy that he would not run into anyone on the way.

Thankfully, either the gods had found it funnier to wait for now, or that Luck Stat wasn't entirely useless because he arrived at the door in question soon enough, and oh so elegantly gave it a kick open.

"I might be wrong, and um, yeah, I'm likely wrong but..." He held up the man in his arms to view of the other. "Is this your brother?" His eyes shifted aside, and he frowned. "I found him like this, sorry." He was just going to... place the man on the nearest couch or bed. God.

Why was he doing this again? He didn't know.

"Right. Sorry. If I'm wrong...and right..." He flicked his eyes away again with a sour expression.

So the network was right. Brother was here...

    "He's...he's my brother. Thank you for finding him."

'sword...barely missed the core..'
  
   He gestured to a couch, beckoning for his friend to set his brother there.

    If Adam hadn't shown up he might have screamed, shouted, anything. But brother was here. So it was alright.

   "Thank you...for all the help thus far. I hate to ask for another favor but..would you mind helping me fix him up? I just..I just need you to hold him down if he starts to struggle."

   'there was no other option. Even if Adam had only been grazed, the damage to his central wiring system was likely too great to leave alone. He had to operate.'

Oh? He'd done something right for once. That was nice. Even managed to earn a shaking smile that didn't reach the eyes from the man. The tarter sighed loudly and carefully placed his hands down on Adam, doing his best to restrain the arms and legs. With a C Rank in strength, it shouldn't be that hard, right? Yeah.

"Do you know what happened to him?" He questioned mostly to fill the silence before it set in. Despite normally craving the solitude, he figured now wasn't the best time to melt into a puddle of depression. Not when people needed help.

He was here to try again right? Then he needed to actually try.

Where was he now? A train?

Odd. He didn't remember building a train..

   'network connection found. Transmitting lifeform errors..'

   His vision was blurry, and his limbs felt like dead weight. Still, when he heard Eve-though fuzzy-request, he wished he could.

   Was he childish? Maybe. He remembered the first time-when it had just been him and Eve, with makeshift materials and a lot of agonizing pain.

   If he could thrash and move away as Eve cut away the damaged shirt to expose his bandaged torso, he would.

He nodded, quickly cutting away the ruined shirt and exposing the wound.

   "Yes..he decided to battle an opponent more powerful than he was while I was distracted. If I had known he'd be safe and those he challenged would be in his position or hopefully dead."

    First order of business. Check for damage to the central wiring system. For that, he'd have to check inside the wound.

   "From the looks of it...impaled. One blade, he's lucky this time."

   A forced chuckle.
  
   "Unfortunately for him I have to check to make sure there isn't serious damage caused by the blade.."

   He loved his brother. He really did. Why else would he willingly learn how the insides of machines and androids worked so he could fix them? If only to take care of his brother.

    He picked up one of the tools-a knife swiped from the kitchen-as well as a wooden rod he'd happen to find.

   Adam wasn't very responsive now, but whatever was relieving him of the pain now wasn't going to last forever.

   In fact, if he wasn't biting on the rod, he would have screamed as he had before, when he was just learning how to do this kind of thing. It did, however, crack slightly-if he didn't finish by the time it broke Eve would have to find another rod to use.

Doing everything for the sake of someone else was a feeling he'd only experienced twice in his life.

A young boy watching his father die in front of him, swearing to get revenge, frothing at the mouth for it and carving a bloody path through the world before dying an ignoble death.

A man trying to defeat the gods, watching countless people die for the sake of a better world, and not knowing if you did anything right in the end.

He knew what suffering for the sake of others was like.

He didn't see the point to go through with it a third time.

"Picking fights with people you really shouldn't is something I'm pretty good at. Hah." He did his best to prevent any kind of struggle.

Were they talking about him? Who was with Eve? Why was his brother poking at his wound?

   He didn't know what was going on or what Eve was doing, but his entire body bucked with pain as something prodded at the wound.

    The scream was muffled slightly by the rod, and it cracked even further.

   'assessing system damage...'

     Eve was muttering something, but his audio receptors weren't picking it up.

    'moderate to severe damage found on the lower torso. Blade impaled the lower stomach before sliding across and cutting across the other side.'

     He wanted to close his eyes and sleep, if machines *could* ever sleep, but each fresh wave of agony kept him from doing so.

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that's all we have so far.

None of the others in the server knows about these two though my friend who made it has heard of them.

If you're interested I'll keep y'all updated on their interactions