It was an average night in the modern city.
A grandpa figure was reading his nephew one of his books for the peaceful night, as he was in his bed, listening politely to him reading his favorite book that he likes to read about until he finished reading the book.
He gently closed the book gently, as his nephew was relaxing in his bed, with his covers up to his neck, feeling warm through the night.
But that wasn't the end of the prologue that is the beginning of the story.
"Let me tell you a real hero, my boy." the grandpa figure spoke fondly, as his beloved nephew listened to him. "His name is Tarboy, nothin' like you've seen before."
"Once, there was these rich Fat Cats, Grunt, Blunt, and Cu-" he paused thoughtfully as he tried remembering the third guy's name.
He shrugged when he couldn't remember that guy's name.
"I can't remember the last one."
The nephew shrugged along with him because he doesn't know anything about this third guy's name either.
"See, they rule the world with their greed, their slaves worked day and night in the mines." the grandfather continued, as his nephew listened to his story.
"Doing what?" the nephew asked eagerly, sounding curious.
"Working!" the grandpa exclaimed.
"They clinked, and they clanked, and they pushed, and they pulled, and their limbs kept rusting and their joints were sore. And they clinked, and they clanked, and they pushed, and they pulled, and they've worked, and they've worked."
"Gosh." the nephew softly replied.
"Until one day, the Fat Cats found a new and improved way of killing the ground," the grandpa continued, as his nephew listened to him telling his story. "And they chopped up the slaves, and they just threw them away."
"Um, where?" the nephew curiously asked, sounding curious and confused.
"Into the tarpit, my boy!" the grandpa exclaimed, as the nephew jolted slightly from the sudden exclaim.
"Into the tar! Where they sank, and they melted, but they didn't die! Their memory chips survived and infused with the tar! They all hunger for revenge of their horrid, shitwritten-"
"You swore!" the nephew exclaimed, interrupting his grandfather from his story.
"Shut up, Billy!" the grandfather harshly exclaimed, pointing a finger at him as he instantly went quiet when he snapped at him.
"Anyways, out of the tar came the boy made of tar, he called himself "Tarboy," and boy was he mad."
"All of his mind was filled with the pain of millions of robot slaves." the grandfather continued, as Billy listened quietly to him.
"For he was them, a million murdered robot souls and every one of them wanting revenge."
A moment of silence as Billy felt more curious by the minute.
"So what happens then?" Billy asked, sounding curious.
"A fantastic, blastic, elastical battle between the rich and the Tarboy!" the grandfather exclaimed happily as if he had seen it all with his own eyes.
"You wanna hear about a real hero, Billy?"
Billy only replied by scooting down into his bed from underneath the covers, shaking his head side to side, as if he is saying, no, quietly as he listened to his grandfather.
"It all began at the water cooler," the grandfather began, before his memory as he fondly remembers came to him.
A flashback happened and it showed three people, one of them talking while smoking a cigarette, as the other two was listening to him until he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth, and sarcastically said something, making the other two laugh with him, about his joke that he said.
Meanwhile, two black hands connected to arms opened a value that leads to the water cooler, squeezing through the tight opening and going through the pipe.
The guy in the middle continued talking, and one of the guys poured himself a cup of water from the water cooler, which is filling up with tar, as one of them glanced back at the one that was talking, blinking in confusion.
Then, the mysterious liquid inside started to bubble up more, splattering a bit along the sides, as the three robots backed up in fear when all three noticed the tar inside the water cooler, worried about what could lurk inside that water cooler.
Suddenly, the water cooler exploded, as something launched right out of it, landing behind the three of them, growling fiercely at them when its head whipped around at them, as the three of them screamed in horror, as their screams sounded like an electronic shriek when eye to eye with the creature.
Tarboy attacked the other two of the coworkers, like the one that was talking escaped, screaming like a little girl as he left the two with Tarboy, as he destroyed the two.
Then, three guard robots appeared and got ready to attack Tarboy, as Tarboy got ready to attack back.
But failed since Tarboy is stronger than anyone else that has typically met him, as the robot that was merely talking to the other two that unfortunately didn't survive from the fierce attack, escaped into the building, as Tarboy followed after him.
They were chased into the bosses' building, where they control the world in their hand, while Tarboy was right behind him, nipping at his heels.
When Tarboy entered the building, everything surrounding him went black, as if someone closed the door behind his back, as he just stood there in the middle, cautiously glancing around for any signs of attack from anybot that is around that could attack him, or anything that lurks inside.
But there was a creature inside.
Besides the smell of destroyed robot slaves and oil dripping everywhere, there was a being outside of the smells and metal.
A being that can defeat Tarboy in one single move in the darkness.
Before it could attack, however, a different door opened in the distances, while the two creatures glanced at who or whatever opened the door, while there were the sounds of music coming through headphones.
The lights clicked on and revealed a robot janitor, listening to music while sweeping the ground, as Tarboy glanced at whoever is behind their back, to see the creature that was going to attack him, frozen in its place with its hands out of Tarboy's head level, as Tarboy looked shocked to see it behind, that was going to snap his neck.
He glanced back at the janitor, as he was just sweeping the ground while tapping his foot, not even noticing about what is going on, until he opened his eyes, to see both Tarboy and the creature, as his jaw dropped, before blinking in confusion and turned the lights off.
There were sounds of banging, crashing, scratching, and some sorts of noises that echoed through the building until there was a sickening crack, followed by a sound that a body landed on the ground.
"So did he beat the bad guys?" Billy asked, sounding curious about the story.
"I'm afraid not." the grandpa answered. "The Fat Cats were cunning. They had figured out his weakness and led him straight into their trap."
The memory came back, as Tarboy was sneaking deeper into the building, until a blue light flashed on from above, to see the same robot that he was chasing, along with other robots in a line right side by side with him.
"Tarboy…" the one that he was chasing hissed softly, as the rest watched without making any expressions, as Tarboy stood there, gazing up at them.
Before long, a sound of a button being pressed beeped along the building, as heaters were turned on, the feeling of hotness rising up to boiling temperature, heating up Tarboy.
The same robot stood there, smoking a cigarette as the other robots laughed evilly, just smirking as the watched Tarboy.
Tarboy collapsed to his front, as strings of tar dripped off of him, as he was melting to nothing.
Reaching up with one arm, his hissed a single line as the robots watched, before he melted into a puddle, "I… Will… Get… Our… Revenge…!"
After he was melted into a puddle, a single tar bubble popped out of the puddle, disappearing into the air, in one of the shafts.
Billy, however, looked confused that curious.
As if there is more to the story than what he listened to.
"But if he melted and the bad guys got away, then how do you know all of this, grandpa?" Billy asked, sounding confused as his grandfather had his back turned against him, sighing gently.
"Because every foul deed leaves a stain on this world, Billy." his grandfather answered, as he reached up to a shelf that he specifically told his nephew to not to reach up and gently pulled down a jar, that is filled with a strange black liquid like substance inside.
"And despite all of the sins of the weaker men, there'll be someone left to clean up their mess."
He turned around to Billy while carrying the jar in his left hand, as Billy recognized the liquid inside.
"But you know what?" he continued, glancing up at Billy's eyes, as he stared eye to eye with him.
"I think a piece of Tarboy escaped that day, that he's out there. Somewhere searching for the rest of his body."
He lifted the jar up to his face, sounding determined to rise Tarboy from the grave.
"And when it's found, our masters will see their ruin on the day that Tarboy, is complete once more!"
So, that year on, the two continued to search for the bubble that contains Tarboy to finally let him have his revenge for the mess that the bosses have created havoc on, but, had no go of finding the black bubble.
But, a new story comes in, starting… with a human female.