I was in the recovery room. I looked around. A normal dull room. I got up and wobbled a bit. I guess transforming back to robot from cartoon is hard on my legs. I began to walk out and into the hallway when I bumped into a man. I recognized him imdentaly.
It was my creator, Andrew Stevenson.
I backed up a bit. I didn't want to die. I was just brought to life! But, He simply kept on staring at me. I looked at him confused. I took a quick scan on him, but everything was normal.
He then got up and held out his hand for me to take. I dunno if I should trust him. But, he is my creator. So I did what anyone else would do.
I took his hand.
He seemed to examine me. His hand kept tracing over my fake skin on my hand. He then looked into my dark brown eyes. I looked down. I dunno what to do. I felt something run through my hair. I looked up and saw him running his fingers through my hair. I felt dizzy again but I remembered something. A similar gesture. Let me describe the memory for you.
Me: Bryan! Give it back!
Bryan: No way Ash!
Me: Your only 7!
Bryan: And your 5!
Me: Give me back my Splattershot Jr.!
Bryan: Ok. Your gonna need it for Splatfest tomorrow.
I felt a pair of little hands ruffle my hair. Then it ended.
I woke up from my little trance to find myself back in my room. As I was about to sleep, one question was on my mind.
Does Andrew Stevenson like me?
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Ash's Journal
FanfictionThis is the journal of Ashleigh Roebuck, a 13 year old girl who works at ADHOC. She works with Norman Droid and a few others. All characters mentioned belong to Deathdroid the robot and Inksepec.
