Little Chapter 2: Tall Man of Silver by stories11, literature
Literature
Little Chapter 2: Tall Man of Silver
Michael stretched as he awoke, sending a sudden shock of pain through his ankle. As his body jolted at the pain, his head swung back, connecting with The Spine’s chassis. Michael ducked his head forward with a slight hiss.
The Spine looked down at Michael in alarm. “Are you alright?”
Michael rubbed the back of his head gently, “Ugh.” Was all he responded with, still tired and fighting back the building tears. He didn’t remember falling asleep with The Spine, not that he really minded. He sat up slowly and stretched again, careful to only stretch his arms and chest. He placed his feet on the ground right b
Little Chapter 1: Bullied by stories11, literature
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Little Chapter 1: Bullied
Michael and Peter VI grumbled as they pulled their backpacks on. Neither of the boys particularly liked school yet at age 8. Michael was far more hyper than Peter VI at home, but retained a certain amount of shyness at school. Peter V always dropped them off in the mornings, but let them walk home. Neither boy was particularly strong, both were more inclined to brains rather than brawns. Their brilliance and talent had already begun to show through.
This day was like all the others on their walk home. They expected it, knew it would happen, it was far from the first time. Even when they tried to run they were caught quickly, never truly abl
“I want to be alone, Rabbit.”
“But-but-but S-Spine!”
“Alone.”
Rabbit looked hurt but left The Spine alone.
The Spine slid his spine free of his titanium body and made his way up the wires that hung from the ceiling. He found his way to the familiar nook where the wires him him from view and curled into himself.
This was where The Spine came to cry. He never wanted his family to see him this way.
On the outside he smiled and laughed, playing the straight man for them all. But on the inside, on the inside he was cold and hollow. He felt so alone.
His black tears stained the wires a shade of midnight ra
Hatchworth had only come out of the vault a week before, and was still becoming accustomed to the way the world had changed. Everything was new and different, but he was glad to be out of the vault and with his brothers again.
The Spine had pulled Peter VI aside only a few days before, and together they figured out a way to give something to Hatchworth that could be his own. They worked in the lab at night, keeping the existence of their creation a secret.
The Spine smiled as Peter VI welded the last piece of the tiny bot in place. It took the form of a small puppy, powered with a tiny reactor and steam. His silver body was adorned with ear
It hurt. The pain enveloped him, and yet he refused to power down.
Peter VI had shut him off, only to be stopped by The Spine’s screams and writhes in protest. Peter had examined The Spine in great detail, there was no coming back from this. Wires had been severed in several places, and part of the metal crushed inwards. All he wanted to do was end his friend’s suffering, but every time he tried The Spine would beg him not to. At this point all he could was prolong the pain.
Peter VI didn’t know he could dream, that even when his body was off his mind was conscious in a small degree. Only Peter I knew, and the secret had d
Peter VI had always been a curious child, it seemed like he was always running, always active, always exploring somewhere new.
It wasn't until he was 10 years old he got up the courage to explore the basement. All of the bots had warned him at one point or another not to go down there, that it was dangerous. Up until today, he had listened to them, and stayed away, but with the bots gone, and no one around to tell him otherwise, there was nothing to stop him.
He grabs a flashlight from a drawer in the kitchen. He knew the bots would be home before too long, but that didn't stop him from going down into the basement. He turns on the flashlig
He feels a hitch in his systems when he sees her for the first time, if he had a heart, it would've skipped a beat. The way she moves and talks entrances him.
Her name is Brianna. He watches with interest as she moves about the room, introducing herself to each family member in turn, before turning to the silver automaton with a light smile, extending a hand.
"Hello." Her melodious voice chimes softly. "I'm Walter Girl B, but you can call me Brianna, if you like."
He takes her hand gently, "Hello, Miss Brianna. I'm The Spine, welcome to the Walter Manor."
She flashes him a smile before moving on to cont
It didn't matter how well he could apply the makeup, or how fluid his movements were, at the end of the day he was only an automaton. Women who reached for his his hand would gasp when they felt the cold metal through his gloves. Those who dared venture as far as a kiss would scream at the feel of the chilled silicone lips disguised by the pale lipstick, pressing against their own. The women who so often left the marks of their kisses behind we're disgusted by the marks that remained on their hands from when he pressed his lips to them. No matter how hard he tried they always ran away. At the end of the day he was just an automaton, lonely as
Empty Chairs at Empty tables by stories11, literature
Literature
Empty Chairs at Empty tables
Rabbit returned to the barracks alone. His squad was gone, killed in combat, he was the only one left. He was upset, but the full shock hadn't set in yet. Later that night he went to the mess hall in search of water, and the shock set in fast and hard at the sight of the table where his squad used to sit. The place where they had played card games, laughed, and smiled. The place where they had become more than just a squad... They had become a family. And now it was empty. A new squad would be brought in soon enough, and the empty table would be filled. Until the new squad came all it would be is empty chairs around a tale, where his f
Hatchworth sat alone in his vault, the leak in his core had become too severe to ignore. They had to lock him away until it could be fixed. They promised that they would bring him back soon. He didn't know how much time had passed, but it felt like forever. When the bronze bot closed his eyes he could see his brothers smiling, pulling him from the darkness and not their arms. When he opened his eyes he knew they weren't there, that it was only in his mind. He didn't care, he would simply close his eyes once more and wait for the day he would be released from his dark and lonely prison and be back in his brother's arms.