Who History Forgot (Astro Boy x Reader) UNDER EDITING

Time Capsule

"How much farther did you say your hideout was?" Sam huffed.

I glanced down at the map, after making so many journeys back and forth you'd think I'd have the route memorized, but you'd be wrong.

"About half a mile." I chuckled nervously.

The boy slowly turned his head to me, eyes wide, mouth hanging open.

"You've got to be kidding."

I smiled. I was pretty lazy myself, even if I did dedicate hours to work.

"If I were kidding, we'd be there now." I smiled.

Sam sighed and did nothing to hide this. In fact, it was over exaggerated.

"Oh, come on now, Sam. It must've taken you way longer to find me than it will to pick up something personal of mine." I smiled to myself. "Besides, if you expect me to navigate the wastes without some kind of easily accessible weapon, you're kidding yourself. I know how dangerous it is out here."

Sam looked up at me and frowned. "Sure. But at least I didn't have to make the trip all at once." 

I couldn't help but laugh at his frustrated face. "Well, why don't we talk to pass the time? Tell me a little about yourself, where did you come from?"

The auburn-haired boy scrunched up his face, hiding his mouth in his sweater. His hands knotted themselves in the white and purple stripped fabric. I quickly sensed that I had touched a nerve. "Sam, it's ok. We've only just met after all. You don't need to tell me anything you're not ready to."

His expression changed when he looked up at me, he was more relaxed and looked almost relieved. 

"Thanks... uhh" 

"You can call me Aeryn for now. It's easier." I smiled. 

The boy's eyebrows crinkled. "Is that your real name?"

"No." I laughed. 

"What!? C'mon, tell me your actual name!" He cried.

"Another time, when I decide that I trust you." I declared, and poked Sam on the nose. "But hey, look, we're already here."

Before Sam could protest, I gestured with my arm to a small ground level house. It would have been unremarkable if it weren't for the dud bomb protruding from the front wall. The house was dark maroon with brown trim, its paint faded from years in the weather. A part of the roof that was obstructed by the bomb was crumbling, but a blue tarp could be seen on the other side, keeping out the majority of the wind and rain. There had been two large front windows overlooking the once green lawn that had long since turned brown, both were shattered. 

"Woah! What happened to this place?!" Sam exclaimed. 

I was fairly surprised that he didn't already know. Yes, he would have been a baby around the time of 'The Rebellion', but it wasn't a stretch to think that his parents would've told him about it. Everyone had chosen sides when the fighting really kicked off, and those who survived wanted their children to carry on their opinions and legacies. There had slowly over the years been towns popping up in many places, just because I didn't want to live in one didn't mean they weren't there. 

"No one's told you the story? The history of the wastes? Do you know what city this was??"

Sam kept his gaze level with the house across the way, a melancholy look in his eyes. He then said, "No. Should I? I mean, I know that robots rebelled and caused a lot of damage, but I haven't ever heard of bombs during it." He paused. He then said in a quiet voice, "Besides, my people don't like to talk about it."