Astro used to have photos.

Beautiful photos in polished frames, featuring his dad and a robot or two, maybe one of himself.

Astro used to have dozens, because he genuinely enjoyed photographing.

Photos tell a story, he had heard. Well, if you looked at the photos of a boy with a fake smile, his hair nice and clean, his clothes all specially designed, and then you looked at the one photo he now had, the photo of the crowd of outcasts and misfits all standing in front of Zog, you could see he was happier in the later one.

He'd never fit in as Toby James, ever. How ironic that he now fit in, with misfits!

And even then he didn't he thought. He should have told them he was a robot from the beginning.

But, he told himself quickly, it's important they get to know me as a human first.

If pictures tell a story, he realized you'd see an unhappy boy in the first few dozen and then a boy who was actually happy and having fun, for the first time ever.

Photographs are like memories, preserved inside a frame forever. And now he had one memory he'd cherish forever and ever, because he'd finally felt like he belonged.


A/N: First and foremost, YES I KNOW his last name was probably not James. I couldn't remember it. :P sorry

Anyway, this is my first Astro Boy fanfiction, but it won't be my last! I saw the movie and really liked it and this idea just came to me! Hope you like!