Promptober (2020)

October 3rd, 2020

          Robot

     "Good morning, my child."

     Frank woke up to the sound of his mother, Willow. Willow was a wonderful old woman, who had taken care of his since creation. Frank was a young boy, around 12 or 13, who never seemed to get bigger. But he was okay with it. As long as his mother was there, Frank could feel safe.

     "Good morning, mama," he replied, still a little tired. His mother smiled down at him, and she let out a sigh.

     "Today is the day, my child," she left the room. Frank got up and began to follow her.

     "What do you mean, today is the day?" He asked. With no reply, he repeated himself with a bit more force. "What do you mean today is the day, mama?" He reached out his hand to grasp at her, but it wasn't flesh that he saw. Metal was what had reached for his mother.

     He pulled his hand back and stared at it. Was this a prosthetic? No, no it wasn't. His skin peeled away, melted, and revealed the skeletal structure of himself. He was of flesh no bone. But why? He tried to call out, but no sound echoed from his mouth as he collapsed onto the ground.

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     "Ah, good morning, my child!" A young woman spoke out to him. "I'm so glad to be able to meet you." She held his hand out to him. It was a familiar hand, he just didn't know where from.

     "Uhh-um, g-good m-morning?" He stuttered. He looked around and saw that the walls were a soft orange, with red stripes going all along, with arches for windows.

     "Welcome to Mexico, my dear," the woman told him cheerfully. "My name is Willow. All the other niño's have been dying to meet you!" She sang that last part too him. It was soothing. Willow's voice was soothing.

     "Ah, Mama! Is he ready?!" A child asked from the doorway. Willow turned back at him.

     "Almost!" She cried happily. Turning back to him, Willow took his floating hand. She was ... warm. "Let's go meet the others, Frank."

     Smiling happily at the prospect of meeting the "others", Frank felt his gears turn inside him as he got up and left with Mama.