Before we open the mysterious door, I am immediately confronted by the sight of a strange girl, someone I had never seen before, and she's eyeing up Three.
"Who's this bitch?" I croak in my robotic voice.
"This is my diddly darn dang rootin tootin ye hawing sweet nibleting heckerdy doo-" BRC-- I mean Robby Ray-- begins, before being interrupted by the girl, whom I notice doesn't need to open her mouth before speaking because she's a mouth breather.
"I'm his daughter y'all!" She chimes, her southern twang present. Too present. I am suspicious about this woman, but what can Three and I do? We would have been killed outside.
"What's your name?" Three winks.
Whip your dick out, why don't you? I think angrily.
"Well, my name is Noah Cyrus, but just like my pops here I go by a different name once we get down here! Y'all can call me Chinless Steve" She chirps chirpily.
"Chinless Steve?" I question.
Chinless Steve whips her head around to look at me so fast she must have whiplash. She looks me up and down and then spits,"Do you have a problem with that? At least i'm not a Machine".
I gasp in unison with Three.
"You can't call her a- a- Machine!" Three hisses, taken aback, his purple orbs widened in shock, and he runs his hand through his ginger hair, worried.
"Well why not sweetheart? She is one!" Chinless Steve replied, sugar sweet.
"You can't call people that anymore, I know you're from the South but--" Three begins.
"Listen honey bunches, I don't care. People are dying." Chinless Steve cuts him off. She turns to me,"And before you get any ideas, I'm a black belt in karate.".
She then turns to BRC and says,"I'll be downstairs, don't take too long.", and opens the door to walk further down the steps, until she disappears from sight.
I turn to Three, expecting to see him as shaken up as I am, only to see that he is looking at where Chinless Steve disappeared longingly, muttering to himself about 'bad girls'.
What the fuck just happened? I think to myself.
As we walk down endless stairs, we suddenly enter a musty room, smelling familiarly of oil. A sharp pain enters my rusty head, the feeling of home rushing in far too quickly for my robot emotions to handle. BRC switches a light switch, and the room is illuminated brightly. I gasp in shock at the scene in front of me. Around a long metal table, are several people, in a heated discussion, before their eyes turn to me. I sniff them quickly, Three tensing from beside me when he sees one smiling at my actions.
I then sniff the air. "Are you-you-"
"Robots? Yes." The strange guy smirks.
I gasp. "So I'm not the last robot?"
THE END
Glad you guys enjoyed the story, really appreciate the feedback on my work 💙 thank you from the bottom of my heart. This journey we have taken together has inspired me to be a better person like BRC. Thank you.
-margie out-