Who History Forgot (Astro Boy x Reader) UNDER EDITING

Only a Memory

I pulled the dark green cloak tighter around my shoulders, shielding my face from the little light that remained. I watched the patrol bots as they searched the area. Thick gray clouds formed above me.

If only it would rain, they might short circuit. Why couldn't I be that lucky?

My feet silently sped across the ground, slipping into to the large building before me with ease.

The Metro City Museum.

The halls were darkened, as they had been for decades. A once amazing glass dome ceiling shattered, holes from an unholy and unforgettable war. Memories of the unspeakable were soaked into the walls. 

But all good things come with a price I suppose. They said that we had it good for too long, only now do I see what they meant. They wanted what we always had, we took advantage of it, all the prosperity and growth. I wish I could've warned them. I knew all the answers, didn't I? So why in the greatest time of need did I fail them, why did I fail him?

You couldn't save him, and you can't save yourself. 

That's not true!

It is. You and I know that. You'll never get him to work. 

Yes I will! I was so close the last time. I will succeed and when I do we'll never have to think of that awful war again. 

You think it's that easy!? That it will make everything better!? You will never shake the memories that stalk you in the night! That haunt your every waking moment! Because they stole everything from you, and you'll never get that back. 

The darkness in my thoughts clouded my judgement and my face contorted into a look of realization and regret, mixed with a million other emotions. 

Why are you suddenly so soft, be rational! Everything will be fine and even if it doesn't work this time we can always try again. 

That's right! Now let's try.

I pressed onward, pushing myself in the direction of the now less grand, grand staircase. Fractions of marble from the staircase had been scattered about, but I couldn't truly complain. It was a miracle in itself that the building survived at all. Many of the supporting walls had been severely damaged, and the structure was likely to collapse at any moment. 

I had memorized the building and if asked could point out every change that the museum had gone through. I had loved the building when I had the privilege of being just another average kid in the crowd. But you couldn't have the luxury of being just another face, not after you met him. And especially not after they learned of your...abilities. 

The door to the room was open wide, there was no reason for it not to be, with my frequent visits. Or as frequent as I could make them, with those mindless robots after me. I felt a burst of excitement wash over me as the surprisingly pristine case came into view. I rushed to the opposite side of the room, where the case stood. I set the bright red case of tools in front of myself and the case. I then stood and allowed my fingers to linger against the glass. 

There'll be something to look forward to. Soon.