DoomPet

Chapter 71

Another day, another walk around the perimeter hunting demons. Though today was a little bit different.

An hour before he was supposed to head out for his all day long patrol, the Slayer knocked on Samuel's apartment door. He wasn't exactly sure how this would go. The robot might be excited or annoyed that he would ask something so stupid. A few seconds passed and he knocked again. "Hello?"

The door opened and Samuel stood on the other side, leaning down to examine his visitor, "What do you need?"

"I wanted to ask you about something. Can I come in?" The Slayer took a half step forward, sort of forcing the robot to take a step back and let him inside. Wires and robotic parts littered the room and a bunch of open packets of... Heinz ketchup were strewn about. "What am I interrupting?"

Samuel put his large black hand on his forehead and shrugged, "At this point that's a good question. You wouldn't know how to make a working human nose out of robot parts would you?"

"Not really my line of expertise..." The Slayer looked around more at all the sheer chaos.

"I just need some human olfactory nerves. The hell knight nervous system didn't come with any, and my own brain won't grow them back! It's supposed to, but it won't! I've been sniffing ketchup packets to test it out as that's all I have on hand." He turned around the room looking at the several apparatuses he had built. I have the air pump I need and the chamber to house the nerves."

"I wanted to ask for your help." The Slayer scooted some parts aside and sat down on his bed.

Samuel was aggravated and honestly didn't want to get in on whatever hairbrained scheme the man was cooking up. "If you can help me get olfactory nerves I'll think about helping you." There was an awkward pause as he knelt down to face a mirror and began measuring some part and making marks on his face with a washable marker.

The Slayer tried to think of somewhere that would have olfactory nerves of all fucking things. He couldn't exactly stop down a Walmart and get those. He got an idea, but wasn't sure if it would work, "Did your nose have cancer?"

He wanted to smash the Slayer's head against the wall. He wanted him out, all he wanted to do was be able to smell. His mind fixated on it. Elena couldn't help him at the moment as she was too busy helping with the power source, and he certainly didn't need or want the Slayer's help. "That was the one place my cancer didn't fucking spread too, but I don't see how that helps. You're a brute and I don't need you screwing up my complicated machinery!" He was nearly shouting at the end, and whirled around to glare at the man.

He was taken aback by how angry Samuel was acting. That was usually his job. "Well, couldn't you take the old nerves from your body and use them?"

That burnt like fire on Samuel's metal skin. It would most likely work hell, it would probably be perfect. He sort of slumped down at the desk and put his head in his hands, "Ahh Christ..."

"Are you and Elena... ok?" He was honestly concerned at how erratic the robot was acting. This wasn't like him at all.

"Fine." Samuel said through his strained voice. Removing his hands from his face, he propped his head up with one hand on his forehead, "Perfect. She's taking me to a greenhouse tonight and I wanted to be able to smell the flowers." He ran his fingers down the smooth plating and over his optic, staring off into space. He didn't know how to put into words what he felt, and that was a first for the chatty robot.

"I have about," the Slayer looked down at his phone, "forty five minutes till I head out with Daisy. I can help you until then." He didn't get a response and sat for a moment before getting up, drawing the curtain open, and opening the window.