Rabbit Chapter 3Chapter 3
The sound of the knock ricocheted through the hall, Matt held his breath unconsciously, unsure of what to expect when the door would open, if it would open. After what felt like hours the door opened. A man in a wooden mask, with what appeared to be a keyhole cut out of the center. He stood there in silence for a few moments. "Well?" The man asked him. "It must be something rather important to interrupt my work with blue matter." Peter shifted his weight on his walking stick examining Matt. "It might help if you're breathing." Matt hadn't realized that he wasn't breathing until that point. Matt was only able to utter a single word, a word far more powerful than he could ever realize. "Rabbit…" he almost whispered. Peter straightened up, and stepped out of his office closing the door firmly behind him. "Where?" He responded calmly. Matt turned and walked down the hall, with Peter following.
The Spine was becoming aggravated. Michael had fixed Rabbits leaks and cleaned him up a
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Peter tried to busy himself as he moved about the lab. Hatchworth stood ever present at the door. Watching it sharply. His body refused to relax, standing firm at attention. Peter would always forget that the bots were partially designed for war. Never did that become more obvious than when someone in the manor was in danger.
He sighed, raising his mask to the clock and counting as the second hand sped by. “They were supposed to be here by now. There’s no way we could have made it here so quickly before them.” There was a growing uneasiness in his stomach. Knowing in the back of his mind that something must have gone terribly wrong. “Thats it.”
He gave a hard growl, slamming both hands on the metal work table that had been prepped for Rabbit. “I’m not waiting around anymore. We’re going out there to-”
“No!” Hatchworth spun on his heels. His voice strong and authoritative. Missing its usual innocence and playfulness.
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1945. The robots finally return home after Germany surrenders to the Allied Forces. Needless to say their collective chassis were in dire need of maintenance and a deep clean after the battering, mud and blood they all took in the trenches. They’d lost a lot of good friends out there. Rabbit and The Jon, the more childlike of the group, were the worst affected. Although the tragedy of war was no stranger to them, it was never any easier to deal with over time. Upgrade hadn’t spoken the entire trip back. Having been a strictly medical based bot, she had to deal with all manner of horrific injuries. Her face was still spattered with blood from the countless soldiers in their last fits of coughing and laboured breathing. It was impossible to tell how she w
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Jon couldn’t back up against the wall any further. Staring deadpan down at Rabbit who only returned that jester smile.
“I will only talk to Rabbit…” Jon tried to feign strength. Swallowing hard as his brother only blinked. Maybe if he pretended hard enough she wouldn’t mess with him. “Rabbit?”
“Let’s chat then…” His voice purred at a wavelength not common to him. It unnerved Jon that he still couldn’t tell who was who. Rabbit let out a soft groan, pulling his arms up underneath his chest, trying to sit up from the floor.
Usually Jon would have offered a hand. Instead he pressed his back against the wall and slid up it. Standing and keeping his eyes downcast at the other automaton. Watching him intently and trying to sidestep around him. “Rabbit?” He asked again, his voice didn’t shake as much the second time around.
“You were the one who wanted to talk.” Rabbit bit harshly. Barely ma
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Spine stood in the darkened room for several minutes. His eyes glowing softly as he looked around the storage. Boxes of miscellaneous football equipment. Yard work tools, various old musical instruments. He blinked, his light flashing as his photoreceptors lids closed. “Hatchworth?” He called out softly, following the sounds of the crying.
Dragging his feet he almost tripped over a lawn mower. Cursing softly as he rubbed his knee. “Hatchy? Hatchy, its me! Spine!” He leaned back, sitting on a crate and sighed. He couldn’t see in this mess. The further he got into the shed the more it sounded like it came from anywhere.
“... leave me alone…” His broken voice whimpered from underneath him. It almost didn’t sound like Hatchworth.
Spine’s ears perked, glancing down at the wooden box he was sitting on. He knocked on it softly, pressing his face close to the surface and listening intently. “Hatchworth? Are you in there?”
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Fox gasped, dodging another thrown bottle. Hiding underneath the table in the kitchen as Boss continued on his tirade. They had been home for hours. His repairs painfully finished. Boss had started drinking while he waited for Smokes to bring his ‘sorry ass’ through that door. But he never did. As the hours passed Boss grew more and more angry, and Jimmy and Fox were suffering the brunt of it.
“DOES HE NOT APPRECIATE WHAT I DO FOR HIM? HE’S GOING TO STAY OUT ALL NIGHT IN THIS STORM IF HE HAS TO!” Another thrown bottle. “YOU! YOU WORTHLESS PILES OF METAL! WALKING TRASH HEAPS!”
“I’M SORRY! PLEASE!” Fox screamed as an arm grabbed his injured shoulder. “Please please please.. I... I didn’t mean to-”
“WHERE IS HE!” Boss spat, pulling his son’s metal face inches from his own. Digging his fingers into the exposed crevices of his plates. Knowing the pressure would send painful sparks through his cir
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Michael forced his eyes open, suddenly realizing that he had blacked out momentarily. Panicked he looked back around the room, realizing that nothing had changed. Neither one of the bots had moved from their positions. He was safe, at least for the moment. He cleared his throat, taking a heavy breath. Ready to move again. He had to fix the bots he had to-
He shrieked as a metal hand gripped his shoulder. He tried to jump to his feet, failing and crashing back in the carpet. Trying to crawl away from his attacker.
“Mr. Reed! Calm down… Its… its only me!” Hatchworth waved his hands, trying to catch his attention. “You need help. You must calm down!” Michael held his breath, sizing up the mustachioed bot and letting out a heavy sigh of relief. He fell back on the carpet, clutching his chest with one hand. “Here…” He spo
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CH.22 The End
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“Peter, are you sure this will work?” Spine paces the room back and forth leaving scuff marks on the floor as we continues the same path.
The Scientist rubs his head and looks over his numbers again and again with its red lined correction marks on the crumpled paper. “I’m not entirely sure, in all the years the girls have been with us their program was so fine turned I never had to mess with them much. With her still being part human I don’t know what shutting her down for so long will do to her human parts.” He pulls as the short strands of hair falling over his mask.
“We have to do something!”Skull snarled hitting his fist against the wall he was facing. “Every day we waste is another day her mind is going down the deep dark gutter!” he throws his hands into the air and turns on peter.
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“Are ya sure this is what ya want?” Gobber placed a hand on your shoulder, worry etched onto his face.
“You can always stay,” Astrid took a step away from Stormfly and twords you, her expression mirroring Gobbers.”
“Yeah.” You spoke quietly, gently running your hand over your unborn child. “It’s-it’s for the best.”
Gobber held your gaze for a few more moments. He then looked over at Astrid and sighed. A small smile tugged at both their lips. “We’ll miss ya, ya know.”
“I’ll miss you too.” You then pulled the rather robust man and skinny girl into a hug. This was the man that found you when you first washed ashore, who helped nurse you back to health. They were the one that was with you through all 7 months of your pregnancy, and they were the one who cheered you up when you needed it most.
You didn’t want to leave them, but you had too if you wanted to start over.
And god did you
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Call me a prude
Someone unkindly and rude
If you knew my life you'd call me dumb
Call me strange
Someone wrong, someone scared, and not that much fun
If I am all of these things to you
Then why am I your go-to?
I have helped you through struggle, loss, and defeat
But yet you choose to beat me like I am raw meat
You say I seek for attention with my wishes of death
I say it is you who calls for the attention I "need"
I would love to die, yes, that is true
And I wouldn't, if it weren't for you
Because now I no longer see the light of day
It's just another thing to throw harm my way
And yet it is I who is a weak, unkindly, selfish prude
But who are you?
You evildoer, you scoundrel
Hurry up and find your own names, lovey dear
Because the time of my death has drawn so near
And it is with my hand, and the word of your tongue
That I tie the rope and set off
The battle of death and love