I got the idea for this one from the book Robot Dreams by Sara Varon. It's about a dog (It's a picture book, so most of the characters are animals) who builds a robot (A very cute robot that is basically human; if it wasn't a really cute picture book, that would seriously scare me.) and they go to the beach and the robot rusts and the dog…
Leaves him there. And then all these horrible things happen to the robot and the dog tries to forget and replace him. It's a sad (but good) book.
Nightmare Number Ten
Rust
"Hurry up, Ed!" Winry called. "If we aren't fast enough it'll be too crowded to put down our towels."
"Yeah, yeah. I'm coming." He replied, rolling his eyes. "Why're you so excited about going to the beach, anyways?"
"Because we've never gone before!" She exclaimed. "The closest place we've ever been to a beach was swimming in the river all those years ago." She grinned and grabbed his hand. "Come on!" The two of them ran, hand in hand, toward the beach where they set up their towels along the waterline.
After nearly an hour of splashing around in the water of Central lake, they relaxed in the sun on their separate towels. Ed fell asleep, and didn't wake up for hours.
When he finally opened his eyes, the sky was dark. He yawned.
"It's time to go, Ed." Winry said. She reached out a hand for him to take. When he moved there was a loud creak that startled both of them.
"What was that?" He asked. She stared at him for a few moments before smiling sadly.
"You're rusting." She said simply. "I'm sorry Ed; your time is over. Rusted metal is as good as garbage. I'll have to leave you here. Good bye."
"What?" He asked, stunned. Winry turned around and began walking away. "Wait! Winry, where are you going? I'm still here! WINRY!" She looked as if she hadn't heard him. He tried to get up, but his left leg and right arm couldn't move, let alone support his weight. He fell down onto his towel.
"Winry!" He cried out again. "Winry, what's going on? Help me! I can't move!" But it was too late; she was already gone. She had left him all alone, staring up at the same small piece of an endless sky forever.
I wrote a one-shot called Flirt and if anyone has the time, I'd really appreciate it if you read it. Okay? Okay. Thanks.