He had finally done it. The sleek robot was all decked out in his brother's clothing as the young boy circled it. A smug look was plastered on his face. The final touch was all that was needed, which were the infamous aviator sunglasses. Reaching down into his oil slicked pants Dirk found the magazine cut out he'd found of the elder Strider. A smile touched his face, as did a tear. Maybe it would feel like it was real, the robot that was. Backing up to get a good look at his crafty work Dirk gave another nod of approval. From the small scrapbook of images he had of his brother he figured this was the closest thing he'd ever get. The excitement boiled up inside of him once more before he bounced off to get those glasses. Having managed to have found an old pair of them in his brother's old room Dirk had tricked them out like he had done with the auto responder. Returning to his workshop with the glasses in hand he sat on the table to place them on the robot Dave. This was it, putting the uranium inside the chest and hoping to the Batterwitch he hadn't messed this up. Slowly but surely he lifted the shirt to open the small latch that would need to be blow torched when the uranium was in place. The blow torch was right next to him but his hands were shaking from anticipation. No going back now. The uranium was in place and once the robot was turned on it would be a Davebot. His bro. He would have his brother with him. The thought just kept him from having a steady hand with that blow torch. Dirk had waited so long that he just wanted to skip this and have his brother. What was he like? Sealing the chest with the blow torch he let that cool before he smoothed out that chest. Turn it on and everything would be complete. It was unnerving to know that there was no going back. Whoever his brother really was would be revealed and he would no longer be alone. The loneliness would end and he would have family. With a small flick of his wrist he hit the button. "Now or never," he murmured as he waited for the robot to turn on. Dirk clenched his hand into a fist and bit down on his lip. Wait, his own shades he couldn't be seen without them, especially with a few tears brimming up. This was just too suspenseful to handle. The young Strider adjusted the shades on the bridge of his nose as the robot turned it's head, it was working. "B-bro?" he croaked softly. Wait, Dave wouldn't know he existed… right?
Notes: This is a fanfic written for a cool person called Cissie.