Don't Ask Robots For Tips On How To Get Home [ TFP X SAIKI K ]

chapter 4

CHAPTER 4: Should've eaten an apple.
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"And I am also sure that the testing of your abilities can wait. Meanwhile, your health cannot. Do not test anything else besides the abilities that you have already done so far. I don't want any unnecessary consequences happening to your body."

"Okay. I appreciate your concerns.." Saiki replied, looking away and glancing down at his feet as he spoke. Guess I'll have to put it off for later.. Or I could just do it without them knowing. Saiki quickly threw away the second idea, since he was trying his best to earn their trust at the moment, doing anything reckless might do the opposite of what he wants.

Though I kinda doubt they'd be able to stop me anyway.. But let's not assume things.

I still need them to get back home.

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Saiki didn't want to admit that part of him wanted to prove that his health would've been fine even if he tested his powers out.

He almost had the urge to just throw the heaviest thing in the place.

But he was never the type to let that type of stuff get to him too much, or maybe he didn't want to show his pride as a psychic—which was something that was inevitable to have as someone born with powerful abilities, and also something he tried to get rid of since he started to hate being a psychic.

But in a world where he finally had the chance to show it all off and put it to actual use, who knows what changes would go on in his mind.

I don't think they'd be able to examine much from me anyway. But hopefully, they won't tell me to take off my glasses or my limiters.

Saiki contemplated whether or not to tell about his medusa-like ability, and the fact that the limiters on his head control his powers. He could probably tell them about the latter though.

To be honest, the thought of fighting with those decepticons or whatever does seem a bit.. exciting. But at the same time I just feel like going home.

It feels like I have to end some war that has absolutely nothing to do with me just to get home.

I don't actually have to do that, right? They seem fully capable of doing it themselves. Maybe. Not sure. But like I said, it has absolutely nothing to do with me.

Then again, this is what you all are reading this for, huh?

"Thank primus the children had finally gone away." Ratchet had sighed out the words, cleaning and sanitizing some of the medical equipment he had settled somewhere.

Said children, Jack, Miko, and Raf, were currently busy playing a video game on the television that they apparently had at this base.

A yell of victory, followed by a couple of groaning complaints, could faintly be heard from the trio on the couch as they continued to play.

Ratchet and Saiki were currently still in the same place as before, with Saiki still being on the large metal slab that looked ridiculous with the size comparison it had with a small human such as Saiki, and Ratchet was near his work equipment and the large monitor.

Saiki was still a bit curious about the things around. He didn't really have much source of entertainment other than looking around the place.

"I would... I would like to apologize on behalf of the children, I suppose." Ratchet started as he put down the piece of medical equipment he had just been cleaning. He then turned around to face Saiki, approaching him.