Hello people! This is the first story I'm going to post. Please tell me if you like the ideas at all!
A long time ago, a man named Dr. Julien built a robot named Zane. But why? Couldn't he just find himself a wife and have a child? Well, this is the story of how Zane came to be. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••
I knew from my early childhood that I would work in robotics. My parents, Lexie and James Julien, had asked me to help them with many things including, but not limited to, a few buggies, an air conditioner, a trailer, a helicopter, a heater, and even an entire kitchen!
Now, this was back in the days where you got your own power, you couldn't use anyone else's. We had to generate our own electricity. I was living in a happy family, we all loved each other very much and my parents had steady jobs. Well, for the most part.
My father worked at a local apartment building, while my mother worked for the skeleton army. I found this odd at first. "Skeleton's don't exist, do they mother?" I remember asking my mother that question back when we lived in a small house. "Of course they do, I work for them."
Of course, she didn't find this weird at all, but I did. The skeletons kept a close eye on our family, so they knew whenever something happened to us. My mom told me once that the skeletons captured her when she was young, she had tried to fight them off, but she was only five. They took her in and taught her their ways. She had come to know a few of them as her family. I, personally, did find it weird, but not that much, since that technically, they were now my family too.
Anyway, back to what I was saying. My mother was a strong women, much like the Nya I know today. She had her strong opinions and will. She had a strong, somewhat bulky build, but she didn't care about beauty. I remember her long, dirty blond hair like it was yesterday. Her strong hands, and tender dusty green eyes.
My father was shy and had a small sense of humor, not much though. He told me that, "Some bully embarrassed me in front of the whole school one day. I never wanted to show my face to anyone ever again." Then Lexie would burst in the room and start laughing. "Yeah! He pantsed you! Just before the school dance too!" Then she would leave the room in a fit of laughter. My father would bury his head in his hands, his fingers moving through his muddy brown, curly hair.
I was a mixture of both. I had a strong build like my mother, but the personality of my father. I had brown hair like my father but in the style of my mother's. I went to school, but I didn't really want to do anything with my life.
I had this conversation with my father one day. It went something like, "Son, get a job." I didn't want to, of course, but I did. I tried many things, and the only one I could hold was a job working for a automobile place. Even there, I wasn't very good at building.
A few years later, I met a young woman named Zoe. She was beautiful. Her short brown, pale brown hair was braided down to her shoulders. Her kind, loving green eyes reminded me of my mother, who had passed just a few months before. She had even gotten her own job at the shop. Zoe was the new shop owner.
I began to try and make my move, slowly at first, since I was shy. Then I asked her out. We went to the movies, and it was fun. She told me that she was having a fun time. About a year later, I asked the big question. She was about to tell me her answer, but then a skeleton rode by and took her. I was so angry!
I built a small vehicle out of parts and rode to the Underworld. I knew how to get there because of my mother. I ended up getting captured however. Once the skeletons knew I could build vehicles for them, they forced me to do it.
After three buggies were built, they let me go. I begged them to let Zoe go too, and they said yes, much to my surprise. Then, they threw her body at me.
I was devastated at her death. As I looked into her coffin one last time, I made a promise. Since she was going to be my wife, I swore that I would never fall in love again.
I left the city after my father died. He left the world two days after Kathryn's death. I secluded myself in the Birchwood Forest. The ninja know the story of what happened next. I saw a future for myself in robotics. And before I knew it, I had fallen in love again, this time, with my son Zane. I named him after Zoe and my father. We lived together happily.
After I died, apparently one of my cousins knew about my mother's ties to the skeleton army. She sent them after me. Then they revived me with Yesterday's Tea. They had already been firsthand witnesses to my craft. After I refused to make more, they sent me to an island prison. I knew that my son would never want me after what I did next. I made a replacement Zane.
I ended up giving in to the skeleton's demands. They let me out once a year for every five vehicles I made. In total, I only made 25, but that was more than enough for me.
Many years later, Zane and his team found me again. I hoped that they wouldn't find my replacement. When I died the next year, I knew that I had made many mistakes, but I was happy for one thing, my son was safe...
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