DISCLAIMER*** Ahem. First of all, you should have already memorized everything I've written here, considering I repeat myself on every chapter… And if you're just now tuning in to my fanfic on the 5th chapter, then just turn right around and start at 1, you hear me?! You'll be SO lost! I'm warnin' ya! (In other words, I don't own Big O.)
Chapter 5 --- Good Morning, Roger Smith
Roger was miserable. He had already bought a new building, using his cache of money in the bank. He had replenished every material possession he'd lost. He tried to make the rooms look exactly as they did before, in order to remember how the good life used to be. He often sat at the large black piano, and thought of Dorothy… What would become of her? He'd paid an extreme amount of money to restore Dorothy, and even more on top of that to scan and attempt to rescue the memory disk that was once safely tucked away in her head, hidden by a sleek black headband. He sighed, playing 'Mary had a Little Lamb' on the piano. It was all he knew. He remembered Dorothy's upbeat melody she'd play to wake him. As strange as it was, he missed it greatly. He wanted to walk into the living room and see Dorothy, perched upon the slick black bench, manipulating the piano keys in such a way that only an android could. He should have cherished what he had before, though he feared that it just might be too late for everyone.
Norman was found dead. They suspected he'd died immediately, though Dorothy, being an android with excessive strength, managed to hold out longer… But for how long? The same question kept flooding his mind. Images of Dorothy filled his head. So many questions swamped him. He was left to fend for himself, and without anyone… He had never been truly lonely in his life… If he had, then he'd forgotten, since every memory he'd had had been erased from time a while before. Though, as everyone in Paradigm City regained their normal routines after often-occurring accidents, he found himself at a loss. Was it all those years of being pampered by Norman? Would he have to learn to cook now? Would he have to hire un-trusted workers to repair Big O? How would he know if they sabotaged it, and caused it to weaken in battle? After all, everyone could see that he was vulnerable. He was like a mouse in an acre of empty wasteland, where cats prepared to pounce at every chance they got. He'd never felt this way before. For once… Roger Smith was… Scared…
His mind was lagging, his eyes drooping… He needed rest, physically and mentally. That day was truly one of his worst. He lounged around the living room all day, thinking. Every single image of Dorothy had been reposted in his mind at least once. It was true. Roger Smith might have actually been in love. No one would ever think a tightwad like him would ever find true love! No one would ever suspect such a foolish idea!
Roger he crawled into bed, closing his eyes tightly, that sting of newborn tears threatening to cloud them. He would not cry! He was a sophisticated business man! He would never cry! He eventually felt the threat of tears slacken, and so he finally prepare to rest, trying as hard as he could to think about something… Anything… besides Dorothy… For now…
It was morning. He had to return to work that day. He had to pick himself up from the dust in which he lay and carry on with life, like he and everyone else in Paradigm City had before. No one would cut him any slack… If only they knew what torment his brain was dealing with… But this world was so cruel that even the kindest soul would wring him of everything he cared for before they'd loosen up on him. That was just the way things worked.
He was half awake, half of him still slumbering gratefully. A lilting sonata filled his mind, erasing all memories of the dreams he'd had the night before. He stopped, now inching into reality. He'd heard that sonata before… And it sounded close… Like… In the next room… He sat up so violently that his back throbbed, and he dashed from his bed, his hopes so foolishly high.
He knew that sonata. It had been taught to Dorothy when he took her to see Instro at the bar! He stopped in the living room, overwhelmed at the sight his eyes gazed at, right before him. Her fingers moved lighter now, her concentration given totally to the rhythm of the key's music, her posture prim and ladylike. His jaw dropped slightly. She stopped playing and looked over at him. It was her! It was really her! She looked brand new and better than ever! Her skin was smooth and textured, as if a human's would. She was wearing a black dress he'd never seen before, supposing she'd made it herself at the Electronics Shop. It was pure lace over a satin slip with a wide slit up the side to her knee. Tiny black ribbons were tied delicately in her hair, a new black headband placed beautifully on top.
"Good Morning, Roger Smith." She said, her voice sounding just as toneless as ever. "D-Dorothy!" He said, still amazed. She stood and began smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, Roger dashing over and locking her into an embrace. He had never felt so relieved in his life. Dorothy, a look of shock coming over her, then fading, smiled for the first time in Roger's presence. Of course, by doing this, she was only mimicking people. She never really understood how a smile expressed happiness, yet she tried and found that a smile did make her feel a little warmer. She didn't know how to react at such an odd situation as this, though she gave it her all to act as human as she could.
He released her, gazing down into her glassy eyes. "Why did you do that, Roger Smith?" She asked, looking at him curiously. He chuckled. Once again she was asking him questions he just couldn't answer. She had a way of doing that. "I'm happy to see you remember everything!" He said, knowing inside that that wasn't the half of it. She smiled again, a little awkwardly, but it was completely foreign to her. She would strive to act more human than ever. She looked around. "I suppose I should make your meals from now on." She said, and strode into the kitchen, the soft clanging of pots and pans reminding Roger of how it used to be. Although, maybe now, it was better. There was more time to spend with Dorothy alone and to get to know her better… Maybe they'd form some kind of relationship over time, but he wouldn't rush into it now. He needed some time to relax and settle into this new way of life. Justice would be brought to whoever had blown up his former residence, though, for now, all he wanted was just one peaceful evening, talking with Dorothy, eating a delicious meal, maybe even with a fire going. He sighed, smiling. Things were looking up. He'd kill whoever caused Norman's death and Dorothy's injuries, though not today.
Dorothy walked in, still smiling. "What would you like as your main course, Roger Smith?" She asked. "Hmm…" He said, resting his chin in his hands. "Do we have a roast?" She nodded and walked back into the kitchen, more pots and pans clanging into each other, the sound of a sizzling grease now entering the atmosphere.
Yes, these black days were the best days… You see, normally a black day would be a bad day, though, in Roger's peculiar case, it was an extremely pleasant day. He stretched out on the sofa, draping one leg over the other and resting his forearm over his face, closing his eyes. He then drifted off to sleep unknowingly. Dorothy entered the room, surprised to see him sleeping. She then smiled, every time feeling a little more natural. She went into her new room and grabbed Roger's coat off of her bed, thinking back to how she'd obtained it. She waltzed casually into the living room and over to the sofa where she lay the coat gently down over him. He didn't stir. She then returned to the kitchen and began to finish cooking his meal.
***Ok, THE END!!! ^^ I hope you guys liked it! This is my first Big O fanfic, and I really tried to do good! Please review and tell me how you liked my story overall! I'm dying to know! Oh, and thanks a lot for reading!! I really appreciate you stickin with it!
Chapter 5 --- Good Morning, Roger Smith
Roger was miserable. He had already bought a new building, using his cache of money in the bank. He had replenished every material possession he'd lost. He tried to make the rooms look exactly as they did before, in order to remember how the good life used to be. He often sat at the large black piano, and thought of Dorothy… What would become of her? He'd paid an extreme amount of money to restore Dorothy, and even more on top of that to scan and attempt to rescue the memory disk that was once safely tucked away in her head, hidden by a sleek black headband. He sighed, playing 'Mary had a Little Lamb' on the piano. It was all he knew. He remembered Dorothy's upbeat melody she'd play to wake him. As strange as it was, he missed it greatly. He wanted to walk into the living room and see Dorothy, perched upon the slick black bench, manipulating the piano keys in such a way that only an android could. He should have cherished what he had before, though he feared that it just might be too late for everyone.
Norman was found dead. They suspected he'd died immediately, though Dorothy, being an android with excessive strength, managed to hold out longer… But for how long? The same question kept flooding his mind. Images of Dorothy filled his head. So many questions swamped him. He was left to fend for himself, and without anyone… He had never been truly lonely in his life… If he had, then he'd forgotten, since every memory he'd had had been erased from time a while before. Though, as everyone in Paradigm City regained their normal routines after often-occurring accidents, he found himself at a loss. Was it all those years of being pampered by Norman? Would he have to learn to cook now? Would he have to hire un-trusted workers to repair Big O? How would he know if they sabotaged it, and caused it to weaken in battle? After all, everyone could see that he was vulnerable. He was like a mouse in an acre of empty wasteland, where cats prepared to pounce at every chance they got. He'd never felt this way before. For once… Roger Smith was… Scared…
His mind was lagging, his eyes drooping… He needed rest, physically and mentally. That day was truly one of his worst. He lounged around the living room all day, thinking. Every single image of Dorothy had been reposted in his mind at least once. It was true. Roger Smith might have actually been in love. No one would ever think a tightwad like him would ever find true love! No one would ever suspect such a foolish idea!
Roger he crawled into bed, closing his eyes tightly, that sting of newborn tears threatening to cloud them. He would not cry! He was a sophisticated business man! He would never cry! He eventually felt the threat of tears slacken, and so he finally prepare to rest, trying as hard as he could to think about something… Anything… besides Dorothy… For now…
It was morning. He had to return to work that day. He had to pick himself up from the dust in which he lay and carry on with life, like he and everyone else in Paradigm City had before. No one would cut him any slack… If only they knew what torment his brain was dealing with… But this world was so cruel that even the kindest soul would wring him of everything he cared for before they'd loosen up on him. That was just the way things worked.
He was half awake, half of him still slumbering gratefully. A lilting sonata filled his mind, erasing all memories of the dreams he'd had the night before. He stopped, now inching into reality. He'd heard that sonata before… And it sounded close… Like… In the next room… He sat up so violently that his back throbbed, and he dashed from his bed, his hopes so foolishly high.
He knew that sonata. It had been taught to Dorothy when he took her to see Instro at the bar! He stopped in the living room, overwhelmed at the sight his eyes gazed at, right before him. Her fingers moved lighter now, her concentration given totally to the rhythm of the key's music, her posture prim and ladylike. His jaw dropped slightly. She stopped playing and looked over at him. It was her! It was really her! She looked brand new and better than ever! Her skin was smooth and textured, as if a human's would. She was wearing a black dress he'd never seen before, supposing she'd made it herself at the Electronics Shop. It was pure lace over a satin slip with a wide slit up the side to her knee. Tiny black ribbons were tied delicately in her hair, a new black headband placed beautifully on top.
"Good Morning, Roger Smith." She said, her voice sounding just as toneless as ever. "D-Dorothy!" He said, still amazed. She stood and began smoothing out the wrinkles in her dress, Roger dashing over and locking her into an embrace. He had never felt so relieved in his life. Dorothy, a look of shock coming over her, then fading, smiled for the first time in Roger's presence. Of course, by doing this, she was only mimicking people. She never really understood how a smile expressed happiness, yet she tried and found that a smile did make her feel a little warmer. She didn't know how to react at such an odd situation as this, though she gave it her all to act as human as she could.
He released her, gazing down into her glassy eyes. "Why did you do that, Roger Smith?" She asked, looking at him curiously. He chuckled. Once again she was asking him questions he just couldn't answer. She had a way of doing that. "I'm happy to see you remember everything!" He said, knowing inside that that wasn't the half of it. She smiled again, a little awkwardly, but it was completely foreign to her. She would strive to act more human than ever. She looked around. "I suppose I should make your meals from now on." She said, and strode into the kitchen, the soft clanging of pots and pans reminding Roger of how it used to be. Although, maybe now, it was better. There was more time to spend with Dorothy alone and to get to know her better… Maybe they'd form some kind of relationship over time, but he wouldn't rush into it now. He needed some time to relax and settle into this new way of life. Justice would be brought to whoever had blown up his former residence, though, for now, all he wanted was just one peaceful evening, talking with Dorothy, eating a delicious meal, maybe even with a fire going. He sighed, smiling. Things were looking up. He'd kill whoever caused Norman's death and Dorothy's injuries, though not today.
Dorothy walked in, still smiling. "What would you like as your main course, Roger Smith?" She asked. "Hmm…" He said, resting his chin in his hands. "Do we have a roast?" She nodded and walked back into the kitchen, more pots and pans clanging into each other, the sound of a sizzling grease now entering the atmosphere.
Yes, these black days were the best days… You see, normally a black day would be a bad day, though, in Roger's peculiar case, it was an extremely pleasant day. He stretched out on the sofa, draping one leg over the other and resting his forearm over his face, closing his eyes. He then drifted off to sleep unknowingly. Dorothy entered the room, surprised to see him sleeping. She then smiled, every time feeling a little more natural. She went into her new room and grabbed Roger's coat off of her bed, thinking back to how she'd obtained it. She waltzed casually into the living room and over to the sofa where she lay the coat gently down over him. He didn't stir. She then returned to the kitchen and began to finish cooking his meal.
***Ok, THE END!!! ^^ I hope you guys liked it! This is my first Big O fanfic, and I really tried to do good! Please review and tell me how you liked my story overall! I'm dying to know! Oh, and thanks a lot for reading!! I really appreciate you stickin with it!