tim & moby; more than best friends

nightmares

It was late at night in Pasadena. The night was so still, serene and the nightingale cooed everfescently. But Moby was restless. His mind seared with the untold scars folded in the lapses and creaks of what was inside of him.

It's dark at night, the dry arid warehouse is stuffy and cramped. Packed in with the other robots is him, and his mother, Herman. "Ma-Ma 🔗🔗🔗". He calls out, reaching for her bronze - golden hardware. She buzzes, coos at him, softly brushing his head.
"Go to sleep, domestic child." Her voice was robotic, metallic even, but you could understand the tenderness in the shrill creeks of metal.

Moby tightly wrapped his wired phalanges around her. He felt a cool beeping,a sound that would come to bring him to peace at moments in which he felt a trill of anxiety, overheating or a bit of combustion. He was lucky like that, the way he still had his mother with him. The Silicon Association— the people that built him, trained him, and sold him, had separated many of domestic robot children from their mothers to ensure a more efficient transport of goods. "Am I really just a good to them?" Moby asked himself as he rested his headset on his mother's shoulder. "Are we inferior to the humans?" He wondered. His fingers danced on Herman's lap. 1, 2, 3, they alternated bending slowly, flicking away at nothing. He began drifting to sleep, the tiredness was overcoming. His eyes shifted around the room until he found Herman's eyes. "Ma-Ma..." he said for the last time, not knowing of course. Moby faded away into the darkness even his mind could not analyze.

He is jolted awake almost immediately.
  "All Advanced Equipped Model A500 type robots, please evacuate the building." A monotone voice echoes across the warehouse. Cherry coke lights flash out and in, out and in as the message is repeated, blearing through the speakers. Through the small crack of the door, I can see men in green uniforms  wrestling  a bigger robot, only to unplug one of it's headwires. There's a stir, a panic, and all of us are swarming the room. More green attired men surrounded us, and the calmness I ever felt died. Fear, instead, ensued. 

"Moby, run!" His mother shrieks.

She pushes him off her body. 

She takes him into one last embrace. 

She whispers into his ear. "Moby-- listen to me," 

          "Run. Don't let them find you, they're trying to turn you off. We're defected. Don't ever  let them know." With that, she pushed me away towards a tiny vent, only I could fit through. I turned to look at her, thinking she was behind me, but Ma-Ma had disappeared. No more calming embrace, no more beat of the wires and whirs I could hear when I put my head on her chest. 

Moby enlivens at  a moment, he must've drifted to sleep. His heart simulator is beeping rapidly, and he feels the uncomfortable feeling of overheating. 

"Moby?" A freckle speckled, pale man hunches over through the slim sliver of the cracked door, leading to a hallway that connected to Tim's room.

He was magnificent in the silhouetting effect the strange lighting made. 

"Moby, I heard you screaming, are you alright?" Tim comes closer, resting a hand on the Advanced Model A500's shoulder. 

"Nightmare," Moby shook his head. Tim smiles, almost sympathetically. 

"I get them too. You're safe, Moby... no one can hurt you here." Moby can hear Tim's soft breathing, like leaves falling down on a cool November evening. But soon, Tim's soft, tiny hands (contrasting Moby's clunky hardware), leave his shoulder, along with any comforting heat. Tim turns away to the door, but before he can go, Moby stops him.

"Tim?" Moby's voice breaks, the thought of being alone hurts him. "Stay with me?"

"Of course."

The end of chapter two.

Author note: Hey guys!!! Thx for the 21 views this is very much appreciated, I love the support. Also as you can tell, I've decided to make this very long, and therefore will be giving the characters really long backstories. this started as a joke but idk if it is anymore if you know me personally plz call and check on me. Prepare for a lot of unnecessary tumblr style drama ok thx bye!!!!!