Tim knew from the moment he saw Moby he wanted to be with him for the rest of their lives. Will Moby like him back? Will they get together in the end? Will brainpop take over the world? Read this to find out 😝
Tim woke up startled. Ever since these nightmares had started he hadn't gotten a good nights sleep. In his dreams he was terrorized by the letters that dumb kids sent in to BrainPop the only thing that was able to help ease the pain was his best friend- no... what was their relationship now? It didnt matter. Moby his situationship had been on his mind a lot recently. Tim had to avoid moby, he was a human and moby was a robot it wouldn't work out. He shouldn't get his hopes up.
Tim slided out of bed to get a glass of water. As he walked down the corridor to the kitchen, he heard a knock on his window. Tim froze. Was he about to get murderd? He was about to open his knife drawer when he heard a familiar beep. Relief washed over him as he realized that it was a familiar sound. It was moby.
He went to open the window and stopped. Moby looked beautiful in this light. The moon shining off his polished metal exterior. Another beep snapped tim out of his thoughts and he opened the window and let moby in.
"Beep beep" moby said
"Yeah no problem man" tim said sweat running down his back.
"Beeep beeeeep" moby said slurring his beeps. Tim paused.. was moby drunk? The work at BrainPop had been rough recently these stupid kids asking them questions instead of googling them like normal people. Moby had really been feeling it recently. Tim didnt expect this though.
"Moby... are you doing ok?" Tim asked hesitantly. Moby just staired back his metal eyes looking into his. Tim glanced down at his metal lips. No, i cant be thinking about that now moby needs me.
Tim helped moby into his bed. BrainPop didnt pay well so he only had his bedroom and a kitchen.
Guess im sleeping on the floor tim though to himself as he tucked moby in snug as a bug in a rug. He didnt even mind the fact that he would have to wash the moter oil out of his sheets the next day. Tim kissed moby the the forehead and left him to sleep. After closing teh door he slid down the wall. Had he really just done that? His best friend— and crush was in his house in his bed sleeping and he kissed him on the forehead. Tims face was red with the thought. He curled up on the floor and heard moby s robotic breaths. Maybe sleeping like this wouldnt be so far.
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That's Tim's kitchen and the window Moby came in
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Here's his bedroom where Moby was tucked in snug as a bug in a rug
