This little story was based on the song 'I built a friend'
"JACK!"
"Be right there, Mom!" He yelled back, sweat pouring down his temples. He bit his lip and his eyebrows ruffled together. His eyes radiating nothing other than determination, "Just.... one, more......" he bit down harder on his lip, tasting a hint metal on his tongue which was the blood that flooded out of his lip.
He ignored the taste, "Done!" He smiled. His new robot friend was built.
"Hello" a man's voice spoke through the metal.
Jack giggled happily "Hi!" He laughed, "I'm Jack, you're my best friend now!"
The robotic static went quiet when the voice boomed through the house "Okay Jack! We are best friends. What should we do first?"
Jacks eyes glittered with excitement. "Lets play ball!"
Not long later, Jack's mom found the robot spoon feeding Jack some cereal. "How cute. Do you and your friend want to put up the Christmas tree?"
"Yeah!" Jack looked over at his friend.
"Yes." The machine beeped. It smiled and nodded.
Jack ran to the living room and helped his friend decorate the tree, making silly jokes and happy remarks. They laughed and hugged and cried with years on end.
Years later
Jack sighed "No" he rolled his eyes then hung up the phone. "God Mom.." he sighed and grabbed the cereal box. Chugging down the left over cereal that was left inside.
The phone rang again, he picked it up immediately, irritation clearly plastered on his face. "Mom, I told you, I don't care-"
"This is your landlord"
"Oh! I'm-I'm sorry. How can-can I help you?" He shook his head, embarrassed to have said such things to the wrong person.
"Clean the basement, you stopped paying for it months ago and you still haven't cleaned it out"
"Will do!" He saluted, as the tone went dead, she had hung up.
Jack slid down the railing of the stairs and got to the basement door, it was chipped away and in the process of decay. He opened the door to see his robot friend in the middle of the room, wet and lying on the floor. An empty glass sat next to him. A note wept on top of him, it was neatly written.
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