Digit's nightmares

Bad dream

   Digit opened his tired eyes, he felt funny but he didn't understand why. His eyes were still adjusting, he tried to move his hand to his face to rub them when he noticed he couldn't lift his arm. He looked down at his hand. It was strapped  to the table he was laying on. It was the table he usually laid on when he needed a repair but Bunsen and Beaker never tied him down to the table when he was being repaired. He also didn't remember being moved from his room. His thoughts were broken when Bunsen walked into the room.

   "Dad? Dad! Do I need a part replacement?" Bunson didn't answer, "is something wrong?"

     He simply stared down at him, he felt uncomfortable but assumed it would be okay. Bunsen and Beaker would never hurt him. Never. Beaker came into the room, he had an almost cold look in his eyes when he stared down at Digit. This made him feel worst.

   "Experiment was a failure Beaker. We have to start over." Bunsen said breaking the silence,

    "Meep meep meep meep." Beaker responded,

   "your right we mustn't waste any parts. It's not like this thing is going need them." Bunson said gesturing towards Digit.

  "Thing? "Dad? Please...If I did something wrong I'm sorry. I'll be better."

   Beaker opened Digit's chest panel, if Digit had a heart it would be beating a mile a minute. He shook nervously trying to get out of his restraints but he was unsuccessful. They pulled out a group of wires from inside his chest.  Digit felt terrible pain, he began to cough. He coughed so hard he spat up something small and metal. He didn't know what it was. They kept taking things from his body, he tried so hard to breath threw the pain. He held onto life with a death grip.

   "When we make our new robot it will be smarter, bigger, and stronger. It will be useful." Benson said,

    "I-I can be useful....please...please don't do this...I'm dying..." Digit sobbed,

    "Stop calling me dad. I'm not your father. Your a machine." Bunson snapped at him, "maybe this time our robot won't be such a disappointment."

   Digit woke up. He was still in his bed. His head felt like someone placed a heavy weight on him but he was not strapped down. It was a dream but it had felt so real. He breathed heavily staring at the foot of his bed in shock.

   "Son?!" Bunson called, him and Beaker rushed in, "we heard you yell! Is everything okay?!"

   He freaked out seeing the two of them, "I-..."

    "Meep meep meep meep!"

   "He's right. You can talk to us. It's okay."

   "I need space!!" Digit said scooting away from them before running downstairs.

   They watched him sadly "oh...okay! We respect your privacy!!"

   The two of them were very worried for Digit but they didn't want him to feel forced to talk. Digit laid on the couch. He turned on the TV. He thought watching some funny cartoons would help sleep. He felt uneasy. He loved his dads but he wondered if they would ever do that to him. He hoped not but for some reason he just couldn't stop thinking about it.