So I will admit that I'd started to think more about the red masked turtle that happened to stumble across me when his sai strayed from a fight. I was never the luckiest person alive and that was for sure, so I couldn't say that having a sai nearly kill me was the weirdest near death experience I've had so far.
I sighed and looked at my current work. It was a robotic butterfly. Small, light, colorful... graceful. I never could remember to feed live pets so ever since I turned six, I began to create pets out of spare parts. Robotic animals were my thing.
I had a robotic puppy sitting in the corner, turned off until I actually had a reason to use it.
On my shelf in the corner of my room, I had what my father created and called a mouser, but his name was Melvin. His original use was to hunt and kill mice, but because I loved rats to much, I reprogrammed him to be less violent.
Now, he simply would follow me around and make noises like a tiny dinosaur dog. He had memories, he could store them as they were made and he had incredible technology that my father didn't program in him. He could do nearly anything on command.
Sit, erase last two minutes of memory, fetch, go to a certain person, find this person, and so on!
I had two more sat beside him, each were their own colors. Melvin was green, his two brothers were colored grey and brown. I hadn't worked with them as much as I had with Melvin but they could do exactly everything he could.
I sighed. A robotic turtle was a working progress, sat on my nightstand. I had a robotic cat asleep on my window. I really really wanted to make bigger robots such as a horse or bull but... I kinda lived in an apartment which made that dream impossible. On the other hand, my closet was full of countless other robots which were carefully placed behind clothes and shoes and underneath clothing. Those were the hardest to rebuild and I didn't need them broken.
My thoughts drew back to Raph. He gave me his number... I might as well at least tell him thanks again. I didn't want him to think I automatically hated him over what was a shirt in his eyes. I picked up my phone and quickly typed up a message.
Hey Raph, it's (y/n). Thanks again for fixing my hoodie.
No problem, not gonna lie, you're scary when you're angry. I didn't mean to rip your shirt.
I know, but it's not just a shirt. It means a lot to me so I might've taken it too far when I yelled at you.
Mmhmm. Anyhow, what's up?
Working on some robotics, you?
Haha. Nerd. I'm about to go on patrol soon so I gotta go. Talk later?
Later.
