Chapter 1- Allen and the Doctor
Allen was at the doctor's office getting his usual check up, and he said "Well Allen, it looks like you are fine and healthy. You might want lay off the sugar for a while though." Allen nodded, to the doctor."Alright, I will doc," he said, though he had no intention on listening to the doctor. Both him and the doctor exited out of the building. "I must say it's pretty weird that you are the only walking and talking patient that I have," he said. Allen sighed, he was always tired of having that said to him by his doctors, accountant, boss, and coworkers saying that. "You say that everytime I come here, just because I'm a walking talking cat," he said, hoping not to sound rude. The doctor apologized and went back into his office with the animals.
Allen was an orange colored tabby cat, with a muzzle that was white as snow. His eyes were a muddy blue. He always wears a turquoise shirt with long black sleeves and blue jeans with red and blue sneakers. For as long as he could remember, he has always been able to walk and talk like a normal person. To him he also thought he was smarter than most people, giving him a bit of a lip whenever someone does something completely stupid, mostly to some of his coworkers at his work. If someone was to ask him why haven't he been fired, he would simply say "It's because my boss just has me there as someone to give hell." However, he is a nice guy who just wants to get by in life, and tries very hard to treat people fairly, but as he is an animal he also has a sense for when a person is not doing something right, and he becomes suspicious.
A few of the things that he enjoys are games, movies, and chocolate chip cookies. The latter of which he has an affinity for. Whenever he is bored he gets out a slinky that he uses to think and as something to do with his hands. He also talks to himself a lot. "Damn this rain," he muttered as he was walking home, "Should've brought my jacket."
Chapter 2- A Bored Robot And A Bored Cat
"So has this model improved greatly from his last test?" said a tall figure in the shadows of a light. This tall figure had a small soft spoken voice, looked very gangeling, but he had very short temper. "Frankly, sir I'm not sure. This robot appears to always disobey its programming and to tries to kill its fellow robots," said a small figure in the shadows of a light. This person was female with a more booming voice, and was moderately chubby, more calmer than the tall figure, however she gets annoyed easily. The tall figure nodded, "Well we'll give it one more chance. If it fails this time, we'll terminate the robot." The small figure agreed and the two sent the robot back to work.
The place where the robot worked had cubicles with a computer and other robots at their stations. These robots would do nothing but sit and look at a computer screen pressing a single button for twenty-four hours and seven days a week. The robot was placed back in front of her computer screen, and pressed her button for the remainder of the time, until at least her guard left. She turned to the other robot to try and make conversation with it. "So how's pressing the button going for you," she asked. "PRESSING BUTTON, ONLY FUNCTION. PRESSING BUTTON, ONLY FUNCTION," the other robot beeped. She rolled the bulbs of her eyes." I knew you were going to say that," she sighed with exhaust smoke coming out of her mouth.
A few days had passed and she kept pressing the button. Until one day something clicked in her mind. So she got up when no one was looking, and unplugged the main computer. The other robots powered down, including her. Some guards came in and took her away to the room with both the tall figure and the small figure. "Well it did it again," said the tall figure, "Damn robots, every time the power goes off in the building, they forget what they were doing last." "Well this is the third time this robot has done this, what should we do with it," asked the small figure. "I told you, junk it for scrap, and let's get started on a newer model," said the tall figure. The two junked the robot down the garbage chute, into an alley. The two heard a clang from the outside. Unknown to them, her programming started back up, shortly after the clang. "Sir, should've we deactivated her, just in case and then waited for the garbage people come," said the small figure. The tall figure replied, "Don't worry about it. Between the rain and the fact that it's in the garbage the programming will short circuit and destroy itself anyway. Plus who's going to rummage through the trash in the rain to help a stupid robot."
Allen was walking home in the rain from his workplace. "When will all of this rain let up? It's been raining for the past few days," he said. He walked up into his apartment garage, and used his tail to enter into his house, grabbed his slinky off of his counter and looked through his movies. "Nothing sounds good," he said, bouncing his slinky back and forth in his hands. Bored he turned his TV on and watched the news for the weather. "It's going to be raining for the next few days and after that it still doesn't look like it will stop anytime soon. The city has declared a state of emergency, until…" the TV was cut off when the power went out. "D'oh, great," said Allen annoyed. He went and found a flashlight, and went out to look out of his window and saw some kids using the street and a waterslide using sleds. I think I'll go join them, thought Allen.
Outside Allen spotted the kids racing the kids racing their sleds down the flooded road. One of them noticed Allen. "Oh, shit an adult. SCATTER," shouted one of the kids. "Hold up. I won't tell anyone. If anything I'm just as bored as you kids are," shouted Allen through the rain. "How do we know you won't go call the cops," retorted another kid, the others agreed. "Because I only want a turn, and if you don't give me it, I'll go call some parents. So the way I see it,your parents are worse than the cops," manipulated Allen. The kids agreed, and got Allen ready on the sled. They pushed him and Allen went rocketing down the road, screaming with laughter. He went through the curves of the road, and up and down on the hills, before crashing head first into an alleyway full of trash. "That was great. Well I better get back up to the hill to give those kids their sled back," said Allen. He climbed out of the trash, and heard some cries for help. "Help me. Help BZZZ.. Me," cried the voice. Allen turned around, "Hello," said Allen. "Help me. HELP BZZZZZZZ… ME," said the voice again. "Hold on. I'll get you out," said Allen shifting through the trash, and he uncovered a robot.
This robot had a light blue head, that was shaped like a water drop that was upside down with neck being striped with blue and magenta, and an antenna at the top. The eyes looked like human eyes but inside of the corneas looked like the inside of a light bulb, one of them was cracked. The arms, hands, and legs were striped with blue and magenta, and the feet were magenta colored flat bricks. The body itself was shaped like a raindrop with a door at the chest.
"HELP BZZZZT ME, HElp ...," the robot shut itself off due to the rainwater messing with its circuits. "It's alright, I better get you home to dry off," said Allen. He began his journey home with the robot drooped over on his shoulder, and the kids sled in tow.
Chapter 3- Naming & Breakfast
Once Allen arrived home, he dropped the robot on the couch, rushed to the bathroom and got some towels to dry the robot off. He looked around the robot and opened the chest. Inside was a pool of water, and Allen stuffed the towels inside it to soak up the remaining water. After a few minutes, he removed the towel, and placed the robot near a heater to dry it out. He then noticed the crack in the bulb of her eye. He unscrewed it and found another lightbulb in his apartment, found a bit of paint from when he was going through an art phase, painted it to look like the old eye, and put it back into the robot's socket. Allen looked back at her to see if there was anything else that he should fix, and he removed the towels to find a switch that said "Work Offline." He flicked it and nothing happened. Well I guess that was anti-climatic, he thought. He looked at the time. "Oh shit! I have work in the morning, better get ready for bed," he said.
Throughout the night the robot felt herself getting better, her machinery was up and running. She opened up her chest and saw her switch was flicked down. "Well that explains why I'm running without that old computer," she said. She heard noises, like a cat snoring. She got up and quietly went into the room where a sleeping human sized cat was at. "That cat must've been the one who saved me," she said, "I better do something to thank him."
The next morning Allen got up, to see how the robot was doing. He checked by the heater, but the robot wasn't even there. The air soon filled up with a delicious aroma. "Mmmm, something smells good " said Allen. Following the scent of the aroma, Allen discovered the robot cooking up some bacon, and some pancakes. "Well hello there," said the robot. Allen was speechless, his mouth was wide open. "It's ok. I know it must be shocking to see a robot cooking you breakfast. Well I just wanted to thank you for getting me out of the trash, and into a better environment," said the robot. "Uh… You're welcome," said Allen, bewildered, "So uh, where did you come from." The robot placed the bacon on a plate along with the pancakes and gave it to Allen."From a very evil place that the robots only press a single button, for some reason we don't know why," replied the robot, "Please don't send me back there." "Alright I won't," countered Allen shaking his hands. He began to snack on the bacon. "Wow this is pretty good," said Allen,"Thank You, uh... What did you say your name was?" "I don't have a name just model number 1241994," replied the robot. Allen looked around. He couldn't think of a name either, until he noticed more rain on the window. "Well then, how would you like the name Aqua," said Allen. "It'll work," replied Aqua. The clock dinged, and Allen looked at it. "Oh shit, I'm late," said Allen grabbing a piece of bacon. "Where are you going? " asked Aqua. "I have work, I'll see you later. Make yourself at home, just don't leave a big mess, and get into my cookie stash. Those are mine," said Allen. He closed the door and went to work.
Chapter 4- Allen's annoyances
A large beeping noise occurred on a monitor screen. The small figure rushed to it. "Oh boy, better tell the boss," she said. She ran to a large door and saw the tall figure in a bathtub with to a bunch of other girls. He spotted her. "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" he yelled angrily. "Sir the robot we threw out, has been reactivated," she said. "Well girls get out. Party's over," the tall figure said annoyed.
The tall figure bashed open the door into his office. "So how do you plan to resolve this issue," the tall figure said. The small figure came into the room. "We can track it down and deactivate it for good." "Very well then get started, or our plans are in jeopardy." The small figure nodded, and left the room.
Left alone, Aqua started to walk around Allen's apartment. She stumbled on his game collection and began to take the discs out of their cases. She stopped and looked around and noticed a console and a controller. She put one of the games into the console, and picked up one of the controllers, and pressed start. "Wow, neat I wonder what else this does," she asked herself.
After a few minutes have gone by, Aqua became bored as she had just finished all of Allen's games with her computer mind. She went snooping around the apartment, and found Allen's cookie stash. She took one and put it into her chest plate to grind it up. "Mmmm... that was good," she said. After she was done with the cookies, Aqua blacked out and started to mess up the apartment.
At his work, Allen was sitting at his computer screen, secretly playing Solitaire. A co-worker came up to his desk and Allen quickly changed the screen to the work he is supposed to be doing. "So uh Allen did you get done with those reports we need them by the end of the day," said the co-worker in a monotone voice. "Here," said Allen keeping his hatred for the co-worker in check. "Thank You, say this weather is truly something isn't it," said the worker completely unaware Allen is not listening and playing Solitaire. "Uh huh, right," said Allen, dazed. The co-worker turned around and Allen quickly moved back to his fake work screen "I mean it's almost like the water will eventually reach this floor." The work whistle rang and everyone got ready to leave. Allen got his bag together. The co-worker stopped him. "Uh, Allen I need your next set of reports next Wednesday, got it." "You know that's two days from now, I need more time on that," moaned Allen. "Well then you better get started, then I need you to do my reports by tomorrow, see ya," the coworker left. Allen was in his office alone. "What an asshole," he muttered.
When Allen arrived home, his apartment was a total mess. Aqua was passed out on the couch with cookie crumbs left over her face and chest door, and video games were lying on the ground with discs out of their boxes. Trying to keep calm, Allen yelled "Aqua!" Aqua booted up. "Oh hello, Allen," she said. "Why is my home a mess" asked Allen. "I found one of your games and I got curious and began playing. I then finished them all in ten minutes. I then found your cookie stash and everything went downhill from there," said Aqua slightly hiccuping with a spark coming from her mouth. Allen looked around his apartment, and took in a deep breath. He knew Aqua didn't know any better, after all she just was thrown out from a factory and had no idea how the world worked. "It's fine we'll clean it up tomorrow. I'm just very sleepy and I just want to go to bed, but tomorrow we'll set some ground rules. Ok." Aqua nodded and the two went to sleep.
Chapter 5- An Annoying Co-Workers visit
In the morning Allen and Aqua ate their breakfast. Well Allen starred at Agua and watched her how she eats. She does it by putting her food in her chest door, grinds it up then spits it out through one of her eyes into the trash. "Not to be rude, but how do you eat when you grind up your food then unscrew your eyes and dump out the leftovers," said Allen partially disgusted. Agua moved her arms up then down. "I primarily need the important ingredient of the food, and that being the fat from the food, I can convert it into the fuel I need," replied Aqua. "How?" asked Allen. The clock dinged. "Time to work," said Agua avoiding the question.
Allen got started putting all of his games back into their cases, and Aqua entered the room. She noticed Allen was holding a Sonic game. "Out of all the games in your collection, that one was the one that wasn't even open, why is that?" asked Aqua. Allen stared at it. "I'm not much for Sonic games. That game was given to me as a gift. I just haven't gotten the chance to take it and sell it, but you can have it if you want it," said Allen. Aqua nodded and left the room and continued to let Allen continue with what he was doing in the room.
The apartment was close to being clean, until there was a knock at the door. Allen went to open it and Allen's annoying coworker was at the door. The co-worker was sopping wet. "So Allen where are my damn reports," he said. Allen rolled his eyes, "I don't know. Why don't you do it yourself." The co-worker shoved Allen from the doorway. "I need those reports. I need to retype them in my handwriting so I don't get fired," yelled the co-worker. Aqua walked into the room. "What's going on," she asked. The co-worker turned to her. "Well what do we have here," he said, "A little robot huh... Shaped like a water drop in the head and bottom." Aqua was shy, she didn't know what to do. "Uh… Hello sir," she said. "And smart. It speaks English. That's very good." Aqua noticed the creepy look in his eyes. Allen noticed the look too and he knew what the coworker was thinking. He has pushed me around for years. This time, I'm not going to let him get his hands on her, he thought. "So Allen how much do you want for the robot," asked the co-worker getting out a checkbook. Allen looked at Aqua, he noticed she didn't want to be sold to him. "She's not for sale," he said sternly. " 'She'. Allen, this is a robot not a person. You can buy and sell them. Now seriously, how much," said the co-worker with a hint of annoyance underneath his breath. Allen held his ground, "I don't really care if she is a robot or not. She's a living being. She has feelings. And you can't have her. So for the last freakin time. SHE IS NOT FOR SALE. Now get out of my apartment. Before I call the cops and I tell our boss that I've been doing your reports." The co-worker backed off a bit, and dropped his checkbook. "You wouldn't dare," he said. Allen had enough. "Try Me," he said angrily, reaching for a phone. "Very well then, but for the both of you. You have not seen the last of me," said the co-worker sternly looking directly at Aqua. He then stormed out of the apartment.
Aqua breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you," she said, "I've heard most people would've just named a price." Allen nodded. "I will always protect my friends from those types of people," said Allen, "I now have question for you. What did he mean by 'You haven't seen the last of me,' he looked at you very funny. Almost like he has seen you before." Aqua moved her head side to side. "I don't know. I don't really remember someone like him unless he was a janitor or a maintenance person at the place I used to be at," replied Aqua. Allen nodded and looked at the clock. "Why don't we go out to eat. It'll do us some good." said Allen. Aqua agreed, and Allen grabbed an umbrella, and the two left as they saw a car float down the river, that used to be a street, as the rain continued to slowly come down.
"Sir we just got a call from one of our employees, he said he found our robot," said the small figure. "Is he here," said the tall figure. Another figure came into the room. It was the Allen's co-worker. "Surprised to see me return," he said. The small figure rolled her eyes. "We knew it was you the entire time. You said you saw our robot." "Yep it was with a coworker of mine from my other job," said the coworker, "I tried to buy it back but he refused. He firmly believes it is a living breathing person." The tall figure moved to the window and watched as the rain hit the windows of the building, and watched as cars were floating down the street. "Very well slave, is there more that we should know about this person," said the tall figure calmly. "Slave, isn't that cliched for a villain," said the co-worker. Once again, the short figure rolled her eyes. "WOULD YOU JUST ANSWER HIS GODDAMN QUESTION. MY GOD HOW FREAKIN STUPID ARE YOU," she shouted. The co-worker jumped. "Very well then, he is a cat. A walking-talking-as-good-as-you-and-me-cat, to be precise," said the co-worker a little bit shaking. "Very well. When does he have work with you," said the tall figure. "He has to be at work tomorrow. To hand in his reports, and then he is free after that," said the co-worker. The tall figure put his hands together, and smiled real big. "Very well, worker. You may go, I want to talk to my associate, ok,"said the tall figure. The co-worker nodded and left the room. "What are we going to do to the cat. He posses the very robot that can destroy our plans," said the tall figure. "First we'll make him an offer he won't refuse. That idiot says he can't be bought, but he hasn't met me," said the tall figure. "What if he refuses," said the small figure. "Kill him," said the tall figure.