Electrive Detective

Electrive detective 1 - Chapter 4 - Some things you can't prevent

And hour later, a taxi stopped infront of their front door. Elecman stepped out of the car and had to pick up and drag his friend towards his own house.

"Thank you sir." he said to the taxi driver. He drove away while the robot dragged his drunk friend up the stairs.

"Sinccce when did we get hereeee?"

"Eversince we moved in."

"Movvvffff from whereeacare? I ONly move when I wanna move."

"It's better if I don't say anything too complicated. You're not in shape to listen."

"Listen? Listennnnn? Now you listen mister decatave...I will listen when I hear myself talk. I will listen when you talk...so when I listennnnuh...I didn't mean not to hear you."

"That's bad grammer." He said, opening the door with his keys. But Crashman wanted to lean on it and fell into the house. Elec sighed and picked him up, supporting him against his left side walking up the stairs.

"Why do you carrying me? I can walk a mountain on my own leg. Are you hearing my words man? Are you listenening? Are you not caring for my independend behaviours?"

"Crash..."

"Am I not good enough yet? have I faileded!?"

"Crashman..."

"Don't call me that! I have travled so many mileles and bombarded people from all around! Can't you see my efforts!?"

"Yes, you're a great friend."

"* gaaaaaaasp * Greatest friend!" He said, showing slight tears has he wrapped his non-hands around his friends' back and picked him up a bit. His embrace was pretty strong...and painfull.

"You're the best man! You're always gonna there gonna be huhh?"

He was letting out small grunts of pain as his friend began to squeeze him tighter.

"Ngh...Crash...Crashman..."

"I'll never let go man! I'll never let go you piece of elecerecy..."

"Too....much...pain...can't...inhale...air...nghg" He groaned, freeing himself from his grip. The moment he let go. Crashman fell down again. He helped him up and sighed.

"I didn't think I had to do this but, you leave me no choice." He said, putting his two fingers on Crashman's head, giving him an electric shock so he will short circuit and fall asleep. He fell, again, with an idiot pose, but this time on his comfortable bed.

His friend helped him to lay comfortably, turning off the lights as he left the room.

"You can't destroy anything when you're sleeping." He said, closing the door and went to his bedroom. He looked at his suit, which was still dirty and had a few rips. He took it off and layed it on his chair, not very happy with how it looked.

"So much for a first good impression."

The robot sat down on the edge of his bed, thinking about the whole drama that went down tonight. Then he realized something...Ringman mentioned that one of Armando's friends is working for a car company. He thought about it and knew what his next move would be.

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The next morning, he entered his friends bedroom only to see that he was still sleeping. 9 O'clock is the time to wake up.

"Crash? Crashman. Hey. Wake up." He said, but there was no response. It seemed mister non-hand was more like sleeping beauty than an active robot.

"Crashman! Wake up!" He repeated, grabbing his chest, pulling him up, then slapping his face once.