The Incubator (Astro Boy X Reader)

One Golden Wig and a Dress

Everything was thrown off the desk in the midsts of Dean's rage. Two of his subordinates stood by the door in a fearful silence as their superior continuously threw everything in the room. Sweat dripped from their chins and they closed their eyes as a cup full of pens narrowly missed their heads.

"Damn it... DAMN IT!" Dean screeched and he kicked his chair back. The chair was flung towards the gaping hole in the window and it fell from the highest floor of the building. Dean shuffled over to the window and he watched the chair as it crashed onto a head of one of his robots. He spat at it before storming back into the room.

He leaned onto his trashed desk and he let out a long and tired sigh, quelling his rage. The colour in his face soon died away along with his irritation, and he was left with a pounding headache. As soon as the loud noises had ceased, Dean's subordinates hesitantly opened their eyes and they saw the state of the room. A cold wind had drifted in, chilling the pair.

Dean's sharp gaze met theirs, and his light violet eyes turned cold. "When is this damn window getting fixed?" He growled out, surprising the pair. They shared a quiet look with each other, debating on what to say. Dean took another deep breath and he circled his desk so that he was facing them.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice at the two of you." He apologised. His subordinates' eyes widened. They then fumbled to reassure him. Under normal circumstances, Dean would have smiled. But today was not the best day for him. 'This entire week has been crappy. And it's all because of that damn robot...!' This bitter thought was almost enough to ignite the oppressing rage buried deep within him.

His nails dug into his desk and he scratched against it. He then kicked himself off the desk and he marched towards his two subordinates.

"Find that robot and bring him back here. And while you're at it, I want you to find subject #001 as well. Understood?" He bellowed, to which the pair nodded.

"Sir, what about the second intruder?" Dean looked back at the man who had spoken while his partner stood back. He eyed him thoughtfully. He hadn't gotten a good look at that man's face, but... 'He might get in our way again.' Dean brushed his fingers through his hair, ruining the hours of work he put into taming it.

"I don't really care, kill him." The pair stiffened in their shoes as Dean exited the room with his shoes clicking against the marble floor. A crack of sunlight then shone into the trashed office, illuminating their figures in a golden light. The sunlight reflected off the shards of glass littering the floor, creating a beautiful pattern along the walls.

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Beads of sweat formed on your forehead whilst you struggled to work with the typewriter. Astro sat by your side chanting encouraging words to you as you slowly moved your hand. Compared to the day before, you had some form of control over your first finger. Even if it was only the tip. After five more minutes, you quickly gave up.

"ARGH! I can't do it! I can barely type much less write a letter!" You wailed and you threw yourself back onto the bed. It was frustrating putting it into words. The typewriter looked like it would topple over at any moment, so Astro took it from your lap.

"Come on, Y/n. You can't give up that easily. Let's show that old man what you're capable of. I'll even help you!" Astro encouraged. You sat upright and you frowned at him. You then tapped at the typewriter sitting on his lap with a vague expression on your face, completely missing the shaking doorknob.

From outside of the room, Rae looked down at the locked door with an irritated glare. He then groaned in frustration and he marched down the hallway. Rose stood in the kitchen with her cupboard doors wide open and a notepad clasped in her hand. She tapped the tip of her pen against her lip as she eyed her pantry thoughtfully. Behind her, Rae had entered the room and he immediately began to rummage through the cutlery draws.