The Bond [REMAKE]

Ch 6

"Bold."/"Bold italic" : animatronic is talking/animatronic is talking in mind

"Normal."/"Normal italic." : human is talking/human is talking in mind

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He was an idiot.

The night he met Simon Abraham, he left his bag there. He only realized it when he had stepped on the front yard while panting, his eyes wide and panic taking over when he realized he hadn't brought his things back from the park after running away. Stupid, stupid! Michael often cursed himself, because when he ran to get his bag on the bench he was using, they were gone. Abraham with his bag. Most likely Abraham took it. It had been two days since the incident happened, and Michael never felt at ease at all.

Damn, what should he do now? Go to Abraham's house? No, he didn't want to. This situation was incredibly ridiculous, he often paced back and forth in the study room, racking his brain to think of a way out. Rewriting the notes was possible, what was impossible was that his memory capacity wasn't that good at remembering new things and foreign terms in a field that he had never really touched until a while ago. Almost all the information he needed was in that bag—that endo too! Argh! Michael pulled his brown hair in annoyance.

"You look like you're going mad."

"Shut up!" he snapped in annoyance, he was at his lowest mental state right now, he didn't need that clown-masked bastard making things worse. The sound of Ennard's machine was quite clear, as if laughing at him as Ennard dangled from the air vent in the ceiling, robotic blue eye often watching his movements from here to there. "Shut up, shut up you arse!"

"I didn't even say anything."

"Argh—shut up!" Michael stomped his foot on the floor in obvious exasperation, this time Ennard's real cackle came out, mocking at him. "I swear I'll tear you apart while you sleep."

Ennard tilted his head. "With what? A fork? You brought all your tools to the park that night."

The indifferent response only added to his annoyance until it skyrocketed, he grabbed a gold-colored teddy bear that was on a nearby table and gathered strength in his hand, then threw the doll right into Ennard's face. Ennard seemed completely unimpressed, the plushy making a squeaking sound as it fell to the wooden floor. Michael let out another frustrated groan, his hands ready to pull at the strands of brown hair for the umpteenth time. What should he do now? Should he go to Abraham's house? He hadn't seen the dark-skinned man in years! Let alone suddenly visiting him?

No, there had to be another way. Think, Michael, think! Michael thought to himself anxiously, biting his nail. He needed his bag, but on the other hand, he didn't feel safe going out of the house; what if he ran into his other friends? The city was quite large, but the district he lived in wasn't that big and there was always the possibility that he might accidentally bump into someone who recognized him. So far, he had only gone to Uncle Henry's house through quieter, less used alleys, and mostly at night.

Michael leaned his back against the bookshelf, his arms folded in front of his chest, while the tips of his feet tapped the floor quickly, his fingers gripping his sleeves tighter as he thought of a way out. His gaze was down, focused on the floor, ignoring the incomplete animatronic completely, not even bothering to be bothered that they were in the same room, there were more pressing issues to solve right now than worrying about Ennard's whereabouts.

No—he wasn't going to sneak into someone's house to take their stuff. Scratch that idea.

"Go rob the house."

How did this asshole read his mind?

"Of course not?!" he yelled back, his voice dropping sharply at the end of the sentence as if he couldn't believe the suggestion. Ennard couldn't read his mind if he was outside of his body, but it didn't seem like they were all that different ... stop! He was completely the opposite from that twat! They were nothing alike! Michael groaned in annoyance once more, finally pacing around the room, circling the room as if that would magically get his bag back.