Blake and Melanie

Leached (mabey canon? just not now? I dunno I gotta get this story together)

Run

That was the word running all throughout Blake's wires and circuits.
Run, run now, danger, you have to get home as soon as possible. His fur had been stained and matted due to some sort of oil and from running everywhere in the elements. He had saw something. Something unspeakable to his kind. Wires, endoskeletons, spit faces, all on the ground, but the real flesh had been somewhere else. He ran, and didn't stop. His legs weren't build for running, but he'd had loosened them up for sure, or was it even him? The stomps and thuds of metal against the cold wet asphalt were surprising to him that they didn't wake anyone up. Or perhaps he had already fleed before they could open the door. The friction had withered the bottom of his feet.

He reached home. His body was overheating thanks to the friction of his not-build-for-running-legs against the plastic joints in his body. He would need a bigger fan for whatever was steaming under his suit. He had left the door unlocked, he was moving the same way he had left, but a second faster as time was running low. He knew what he'd say when Melanie sees the condition he's in. He'd say that he just had a tussle with a burglar, surely that would have convinced her. He made it.

He made it to Melanie's room, she slept sound alseep. He stood in his spot in his "sleep" position, and actually went into sleep mode. Sure he was robotic but robots still need some time to refresh for another day, like for a computer or console that gets really heated after a while of being used.
40 mintues of sleep was all he had. He had almost forgotten about waking up Melanie, because instead, Melanie woke him.
What's that smell?
She wrinked her nose at the smell of strong mechanical oil.
Oil? Blake doesn't run on oil...
Blake?!
She has shot her eyes open, and sat up quickly, darted her eyes to Blake's spot.
"Blake?!"

The bear had jumped at the sound of her awaking voice, "Yes?"
She had left her eyes set on Blake, giving her eyes adjust to the darkness.
"Blake, that you?"
"Why wouldn't it be?"
She uncovered herself, leaving her blanket to the side and getting off her bed to head over to Blake's spot. Matted and stained fur, the smell close to of that of burning plastic, even a couple tuffs of fur were missing.
"Blake."
She had been staring at right at his eyes after she scanned his body ear to toe.
"Yyeess?"
His metallic voice dragged.
"Alright buddy," she flipped on the light switch. "What happened?"

"Well you see, Melanie," He had put his hands together,"I heard a sound from the kitchen and so I woke up and went to investigate, and there was a burglar of who of which had a bit of a tussle with me."
It wasn't going to work. Melanie programmed that when Blake lied he would do so in a straight and monotone voice.

Melanie sighed, "Alright buddy, you should know lying isn't going to work on me, just tell me so I can fix you up, or punish you."
This panicked Blake. He would get punished if he told the truth, and he would get punished if he lied again. Even if he could just stay silent, Melanie would just check his memory footage. What was Blake to do?

I can help you.
Blake heard a voice that apparently Melanie didn't.
Just say, that you were mad, so you went outside to blow off some steam, and that you did see a guy, and you and him fought. I'll help you.

The voice sounded kind, and feminine.
Blake tried again.
"Okay, okay, I'll tell you. I was...really frustrated, about CBPW shutting down. So I, I went outside, to punch a bush or something. But then, I really did see a guy, I guy with a crowbar. And I guess he got scared and saw me as a threat, I had my arms raised but that was when I was gonna smash one of the rose bushes. And he ran over with the crowbar and me and that guy, really, really did I number on eachother." Blake explained to Melanie. Blake's had has expression, and he had taken puases as if he was thinking back at the moment while he was talking.
"And how badly did you hurt this man?" Melanie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not much, I actually knocked him out unintentionally, he was on me and I may have thrown him off harder than I thought I did." Blake said, raising a hand to scratch the back of his head and awkwardly smiling.
"And don't worry, I left him at the end of the neighborhood I think it was? A lot of houses to the right."

Melanie smiled and sighed in relief.
"Welp buddy, it seems you've grown a bit mature, eh?"
Almost too mature.
"Eheheh..." Blake didn't know that that would even work, who was that voice? And did what did they do that made him able to lie? And without question?