Upon the first light of the moon, the mechanical boy recoiled in the presence of a conscious decision. His self-propelled legacy intact in loneliness and grief, he mustered up the strength to do what seemed the impossible.
A journey to find a friend.
His body hoisted upwards making the harrowing descent upon crumbled shelving and spider webs that clung onto his determined anticipation. A serious adaptation to the light that dimmed the richly pliable shelving now menaced his perspiring brow. The oil-based compound dripped slowly down his face. Painting him upon his steady war of self-infliction and inward confidence. Grounding his body as a shield to protect him from the weathered cold. Climbing down from the shelf he sat upon one of the smoothed-out edges. Eagerly curling the frozen of numbing fingers around a cautious venturing. Twisted diodes conjoined rhythmically within the jointed structure of a perfectly crafted form. Balancing his reluctant torso slowly twisting and contorting to the plane of wooden shelving amidst him. His footing tensed and weakened. His smile was subtle but marked of an obscure determination. Within inches of the next shelf, he suddenly shot backward from near the very top of his wooden prison. His exile from his splintered home coped within a reluctant hesitancy. His bulky array of heavy components smashing to the ground with a loud, alarming thud. The ricocheted thunder of its vibration scurrying ruthlessly amidst the rats in their ordered formation. Their tiny feet darting with the simplest ease, propelling them back to their place of solitude. All went dark within a cool blackness. Dominic's narrowed view descended into a striking nothingness. His torn and battered body sprawled outwards upon the floor that embraced him. His tears mingled amidst oil and the residual humming of his internal motors.
Suddenly all was filled with a stilled silence.
His journey was swift and unsettling. The brisk coldness entwined its deadened fingers around the mechanical boy that now laid lifeless. If metered chaos and the chattering of internal pistons could even be called a life. For Dominic did not know what he was or who he was. He just knew he was left alone. Abandoned on a shelf in a room in the dark in the silence of a shining moonlight.
Forever..
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Dominic Razortung
HorrorA mechanical boy grows up in aloneness. His tongue is made of razors, his body steel and bolts. He is an orphan. His father lays cold and lifeless at his work table. Day after day the young robotic boy waits for his mother to return. Some day mother...
