A short scene I felt like writing because of a dream I had some time ago. Please let me know what you think! :)
Carefully, Murdoc closed the battery compartment on the back of the robotic girl that was lying on the metallic operating table in front of him. He heard a high-pitched buzzing noise and grabbed her wispy shoulder to turn her around.
Thick, dark blue hair covered half of the girl's face and Murdoc stripped his leather glove off to brush some strands out of her eyes just as they suddenly opened wide. He flinched back and watched the robot sit up as he took his second glove off as well.
The bassist tried to force a grin, he had managed to create a beautiful, living cyborg after all – but it just wouldn't work. He couldn't grin at the sight of a robotic, naked Noodle exploring her new body in front of him. His throat felt constricted as she suddenly turned her head and faced him, murmuring "Master" after a few seconds. At this point, he strongly questioned the idea of programming her to call him that, it didn't feel right anymore now that he actually looked at her.
Murdoc approached the robot slowly and reached out, cupping her cheek with his hand. Cyborg Noodle's skin felt hard and cold but he didn't back off again but stroked her face gently. "You're alive," he whispered, finally a light smile played around the corners of his mouth. "Yes. You're back. You're back..."
Cyborg's face remained blank. She just stared up at Murdoc, her cold black eyes not showing any emotion at all – it made him feel sick. He cautiously moved his hand down to the robot's chest and stroked slightly over the small inverted cross he had left as a mark above her right breast. "You won't leave me," he said silently. "You're mine. My creation. You'll stay by my side."
Murdoc leaned down and pressed a kiss on Cyborg Noodle's temple. No reaction. She didn't even blink. The bassist swallowed hard and pulled back, turning around. He took a deep breath and clenched his fists. "Get dressed and be at the studio in five minutes. I want you to make music for me," he hissed, trying to sound as bossy as possible. "This is an order." he added as he slammed the door behind himself.