((I don't own My Life as a Teenage Robot, or characters. Yadda, yadda. Not original, don't sue me for plagerism. Oh, first fanfic, this is merely the beggining!))

"Hey Jenny!" yelled a familiar voice, "We're still going to the mall, right?" It was the day after Bradley's birthday; he had received nearly one hundred dollars. He had money burning a hole in his pocket. He didn't know what he wanted to buy, but he was sure he was ready to burst as he sat in school, waiting for his trip to the mall. Jenny, or XJ-9, the teenage super hero robot, grinned at him, "Of course! I'd never turn down a movie with you Brad!" she said, letting out a giggle. Brad grinned at her back, his usual goofy smile at her. Jenny sighed, imitating humans as she did, at Brad. He was such a dork, but she cherished his kindness and endless patience. He was her closest friend, so of course she'd go with him on request.

On the other side of town, another robot descended upon the small town, landing in the middle of the street. The robot stood no taller than Jenny, its look and design looking much like her own. His metal body was chiseled and rough, not the sleek design of the teenage robot. He was rougher looking, as if carved out of steel and put together with nails . . . literally. His metal coating was yellow with red designs and outlines "Bring me XJ-9! Bring me the teenage filth!" he barked, his voice gruff, echoing inside his hollow body. There was of course screaming, and panic, but it quickly dispersed, leaving the lone robot with an empty street. He waited; it would be five minutes for the first warning shot. . .
"Jenny! What do you think?" Brad asked, showing off a new jacket, much like the several other jackets he had shown off, all getting the same response, "It looks great, Brad!" Jenny said cheerfully. She wasn't getting annoyed with Brad as he run around like a child in a candy store. Actually, the candy store was the next stop. Brad did have that certain weakness. Jenny let out a sigh as Brad found a new jacket . . . No; it was the third jacket he had tried on.
Time drug on after the initial screams, he waited patiently for ten minutes, Jenny almost there. The metal teen might have gotten the message sooner if she hadn't turned off a certain detector, to go shopping. He was done waiting, he had hit a nonlethal target, with no casualties, "Enough waiting," his voice cold and metallic. It took ten minutes for him to get to this point, it took less than thirty seconds for the entire street to fall in burning ruins, "Crack. . .snap. . .boom!" he laughed as fire erupted around him, his AI fascinated with the ruin he caused.
"Are you done, Brad?" Jenny asked, amazed that he went with all of the jackets; the only difference between them all is a bit of coloring. Brad opened his mouth to respond, but his voice was cut short to a shriek, a little girl shriek at that, when the mall started to buckle around them, "Oh man, oh man, Mom's gonna to kill me for sure! I left the threat detector off!" Jenny exclaimed, knocking on her metal head out of anger for herself, "Stay here Brad! I'll be right back!"
"Stay here? Yeah right!" the teenager grinned, running to chase his friend.
Jenny glared down the other robot, "Cluster trash!" she said roughly at the robotic teen. The robot looked up, his eyes bright red, glowing well with the fire that enveloped him,

"XJ-9?" he grunted, "I am TK-3!"

Jenny sighed, "Good, soon you'll be trash." She responded rather flatly, readying her buzz saw-arms, she had taken favor to those as of late, "You from the Cluster or something?"

"Once, I was discarded. I'm already trash!" he said, his eyes growing brighter, "I'm here to end you. They'll be glad to have me back after that!" there was no second wasted, he poured on the lasers, looking to end the infamous teenage robot, then and there. The dust cleared and Jenny stood there smirking, "This is going to get some great stress out!" she announced with energy.

"Jenny! What'd I miss? You done yet!?" Brad's voice rang out through where the two robots stood.

It happened in slow motion for the robot. TK-3's demonic grin, moving the blaster at her friend, aiming. She tried to get to him, but the laser proved quicker. Brad disappeared in a cloud of blood, no scream followed. Jenny found him, his maimed body on the ground, body fluids all over her. Human oil. She cringed, "Brad? Brad? Brad!" she repeated his name until her voice was covered in sobs, "No. No. No!" she charged at the snickering robot.

Thunder rang out through the city, the sound of the two metal robots punching each other, "What's the matter, XJ-9? Did I hurt your pet? Did he squirm? Did he squeal?" he, all the time laughing and egging her on. Jenny's tears had run out, the water in her system lost to the first ten minutes of a hitting match. He didn't crumble; he was like her, able to withstand the damage at an amazing magnitude. Jenny didn't care though. She was going to scrap this punk. TK-3 swung hard at the female, but Jenny took the blow punching hard in his face, penetrating his mouth, creating a hole in his jaw. A laser released there ended the fight efficiently.
Jenny flew back to Brad, not knowing what to do. She lifted what was left of her friend and flew to her mother. She came in screaming for her.
"XJ-9! What is all . . . oh my god!" Nora Wakeman never said anything like that, usually only using scientific-esque curses and euphemisms, but the sight was beyond merit for her to lose her composure.

"Mom. . ." she sobbed, "Fix him . . . can you, fix, Brad?"

Nora stared at her daughter, her mouth covered by her hands, not saying a word, "Take . . . take him to the lab and capture his arteries now. We won't be sleeping tonight. . ."