Project Zero (Sanders Sides)

12.Robot

Patton's (pov)

My eyes widened as I finally realised what was happening.

He's part of the experiment too.

He pulled off his shirt to reveal his left peck, collar bone and entire left arm right down to his fingers tips was metal. No not metal. Steel, cold hard mechanical steel. His shining silver half screwed tightly into his skin, red marks outlining it and presumably digging in far to tight to be healthy.

Crofters came rolling up screwdriver and something else in hand. Well tray. "The screwdriver sir as well as your lotion and oil." Logan breathed out a sigh of relief thanking the small machine. "Excellent. If you would please e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-explain to the others please?" Logan once again stuttered and I finally realised why. "He's part robot." I murmur in astonishment. Virgil lowers his wings and Remus retracts his tentacles. Logan grabbed the screwdriver digging it into his skin, metal? It's hard to say. Either way he winced biting his lips as Crofters turned to us.

"Dr. Sanders at the age of thirteen lost half of himself not only emotionally but physically." Logan finished undoing his screws as he pulled the large pieces of metal off his skin. A bruised, scarred giant stub lay diagonally in place of where is arm should be. Yet wasn't. "This was caused due to an experiment, three years after joining the government. This experiment was the shrinking experiment that Mr Hart endured. Back then however, the chamber was not fully working and because of Dr. Sanders young age he could not say no." Holy crap. Logan rubbed the lotion over his amputated body part sighing in relief as he did so. "As a result in order to keep him quiet Dr. Sanders has been forced to live here. Continuing to work for the secret services by inventing assortments of machines, including different bombs, guns, various body parts and me. Until, of course word of this experiment. I believe that is all you wanted me to say. Correct?" Crofters asked turning back to the broken scientist. "Yes thank you Crofters. Mission accomplished." Upon hearing those words the tiny robot shut down.

He tried my experiment? He tried my experiment?! I could have died! Or worse! I could of, I could of ended up like him. Logan turned to all of us a bitter smile on his lips. "I apologise for everything. You're all free to go." He threw down the key card, it scratching against the floor slightly as it landed at our feet. "The antidote for all of you is in my room. I'll take you there if you'll give me a minute to get myself together." He turned back to his other half grabbing the oil and a plethora of other tools.

Roman kneeled down picking up the key card then turned back to us silently asking 'the hell do we do now?' I looked over to Logan trying to formulate the right words. "L-Logan? I-I was wondering if, you could uh you know maybe tell us who is in charge?" He picked up his arm from the table not bothering to glance over. "The superiors." He replied dryly. "Who are?" Deceit asked annoyance in his voice though Logan only winced, blinking back tears as he point blank ignored the question. Instead focusing on screwing his arm back on. As he did however, his head twitched and eyes flashed as if hooking up to a computer. "The superiors arAHe the supEEEEriORS." His voices switched pitches and held notes as he once again locked himself into his arm. Once he did he stepped back from the desk holding up his arms. He put his fore finger to his thumb then repeated the process with each of his fingers. Next he made gang signs with his hands presumably to check motor controls. Wow smart sentence self, you deserve a Patton the back for this one! Ah dad jokes, theres never a bad time for you. He got the grips of his arm once more, placing his hands on his hips looking over to us.

"You don't have to trust me. You shouldn't trust me. But please listen to me."