This was one of my favorite chapters to write. Hope you like it.
Bright sunlight peered through the window, stirring the robot from his first slumber. Blues rolled over, facing the wall, to avoid the pain caused from the sun's rays. A yawn escaped his lips as he stretched his arms, arching his back to stretch his legs. Sleep was so relaxing that Blues wished he'd never wake up; at the same time, however, he was eager to see the day, as there were still many new things the robot needed to discover.
Blues slid his legs out from underneath the covers, sitting up, and placed his feet on the floor. He stood up, making haste to his dresser, excited to get dressed and start the day off. Opening the top drawer, he peered inside wondering what to wear. After a moment of pondering, Blues decided on a pair of dark gray jeans, a long sleeve red shirt, with a lighter gray short sleeve shirt on top. The robot discarded his pajama bottoms with ease, but fumbled with the buttons on the shirt for a few seconds. Letting out a frustrated sigh, Blues just pulled it over his head, and threw it where he had kicked off his bottoms.
The casual clothing was no where near as comfortable as his sleepwear, but after stealing a quick glance at himself in the mirror, Blues thought he looked good. He gave a light smile, distracted by his appearance so much that he noticed two smaller drawers at the top of his dresser. He completely forgot to check them the previous night, and decided to do so.
The drawer to the left contained undergarments, which he withdrew a pair of socks from. The one on the right held miscellaneous garments. Blues grabbed one at random and pulled out a yellow scrap of cloth. A scarf, he concluded, which he simply draped around his shoulders. The robot wasn't absolutely sure how to put it on properly, but continued out the door.
Before he opened his door, Blues noticed a pair of red house slippers. After slipping on a pair of socks, he hastily slid his feet in the slippers and exited his room. Blues made his way down the hallway, poking his head to peer into the living area before entering it. Dr. Light wasn't anywhere to be found, so the robot thought he'd check in the lab. After staring at the strange horn-box thing—a little disappointed that not a sound was coming from it—Blues walked downstairs.
Not even halfway down the stairs, the robot could hear a voice—his creator's voice—muttering to himself frustratingly. Mechanical buzzing could be heard periodically over the doctor's voice. Curiosity filled him as Blues quickened his pace down the stairs. He nearly tripped a few times, but managed to make it down safely. Blues saw the doctor bent over working on some sort of gadget, possibly built for the benefit of humankind. Or maybe it made toast. The robot couldn't tell otherwise.
"Good morning, Doctor," Blues said to get his creator's attention. Dr. Light paused and looked up at his robot, smiling awkwardly.
"Oh, um.. Good afternoon to you too, Blues," the doctor replied with a light chuckle. The amusement of his smile increased when the robot widened his eyes.
"I slept that late?" Blues searched the room for a clock, finding one hanging on the wall behind him. It stated that in seven more minutes, it would be two o'clock. The robot could feel the heat filling up his face as he turned his attention back to Dr. Light, "I, um, I had no idea. Sorry."
"I'm not angry," Dr. Light said with a smile, walking up to him, "but try to avoid it in the future." The good doctor began fiddling with Blues's scarf, wrapping part of it so that it clung to his neck loosely. Blues gave it a light tug with his finger, as it was just a little too tight. The robot muttered a quiet, "thanks," avoiding eye contact. He was clearly still embarrassed about how late he slept in. Blues couldn't help it, though. He really enjoyed sleeping.
"Well, um, you seem to be busy, and I don't wanna bother you," Blues started taking a few steps back to exit the lab. "So I'll just leave you to your work." With an awkward smile, the robot turned around and started up the steps.
"Blues, you aren't a bother," Dr. Light called out, causing Blues to stop in his tracks. The robot peered over his shoulder to show that he was listening. "But I can see that you are eager to discover what the world has to offer. I won't stop you. Just.. be careful, and don't wander too far from here."
"Really?" Blues couldn't stop the huge grin that spread itself across his face. Excitement welled up inside of him as he quickly darted up the stairs faster than he thought possible. "I won't be gone long, Doctor!"
Blues hastily made his way to the front door, kicking off the house slippers covering his feet. He noticed two pairs of shoes, one of which was similar in size to the house shoes he wore. The robot decided that these belonged to him—and it just occurred to him how much Dr. Light had prepared for him. Giving a smile at the thought, Blues stepped in the red pair of shoes. They had no laces or Velcro straps, they just simply slipped on. After tapping his toes on the floor to make them snug, Blues turned the knob of the front door and stepped outside.
The first thing he noticed was the warmth of the sun hitting his artificial skin. Blues threw a hand to his face, to act like a visor as he proceeded to walk outside, taking in the scenery. The area was quite rural, with several dirt paths—the robot figured one of the paths led to the city. The one color that stood out the most was green. It was everywhere. The shining sun only seemed to intensify the colors around him, and even though his hand shaded his eyes, Blues still needed to squint to see everything.
Gentle breezes began forming around Blues, tossing his hair about, and making his scarf flow with it. The branches of trees in the distance began waving at the robot, and birds, startled by their sudden movement, flew out in perfect formation. Everything about the outside fascinated Blues, and he couldn't wait to see more. Just as he took a step forward, he heard the door open behind him.
"Good, you haven't left yet," the doctor's voice sounded. Blues turned to face him, noticing a strange object in his hand. Dr. Light extended his arm, offering the device to the robot. "Taking the right path will lead you to the city. Also, you should take this. It'll allow us to keep in contact."
Blues took the object, staring at it curiously. A few buttons, a speaker, and an antenna were on the device, so the robot concluded that it was some sort of transceiver. He pocketed the device, looking up at the doctor, throwing him a thankful smile. With that, Blues began making his way down the rightmost path, curious to see what the city was like.
The walk seemed to take hours, but eventually the trees and grass turned into street lights and concrete. Blues stared in awe at all the neat things in the city. Street vendors, shopping malls, electronic stores—anything imagined by man could be found, it seemed. The sidewalks were crowded with people, families, and a few animals being walked on leashes by their owners. The curious robot walked along a crosswalk, running into a few other pedestrians who were walking quickly to beat the light. They barely gave a glance back to mutter an apology, but Blues didn't mind. He understood that some people had appointments to make.
Blues sat himself on a bench on the sidewalk and just watched people. The way they interacted with each other was rather intriguing to the young robot. Weather it was how someone would drop something and a passerby would return it to them, or how they simply just weaved in and out of each others way, no matter what simple thing was occurring, Blues couldn't take his curious eyes away from it.
In a strange way, it made him jealous. Blues subconsciously longed for interaction. Not just with people, but other robots. A sigh escaped his lips as he recalled the doctor's words about him being the only humanoid robot in existence. Blues faintly wondered if Dr. Light planned to create more Robot Masters. He wanted to have a companion that he could better relate to. One that was a robot with human features, and around his age, maybe older—his AI age of course. Blues briefly considered bringing up the issue with Dr. Light, but decided against it. He figured that it would probably lead into an awkward conversation somehow.
Blues stood up from the bench and continued to trek through the city. He continued to observe the people that intrigued him, so much so that he nearly ran into a few walking towards him. Some of them were nice about it, but a few of them gave him rather hateful looks. Blues shrugged it off, knowing that he wasn't going to meet these people again, so why bother worrying over it? He was too busy worrying about loneliness to care. The robot spied on a group of children playing some game. Blues noticed that even though one of them was angry, accusing the other of cheating, they were still having fun. He gave a smile at this, wondering what it was like to have companionship like that.
Eventually, the young robot found his way to a park, and in the square of it was a elegant fountain. His eyes widened as he found himself drawn to it. It was almost similar to the situation involving the music he heard. Blues peered up at the top of the fountain, which was spraying streams of water outward onto a second tier. The water collected here would overflow and spill into the middle, creating a wall of water. If Blues stared hard enough, he could vaguely see his reflection.
The edge of the fountain was wide enough to sit on, so Blues did just that. His curious eyes peered into the water the fountain had collected. He could see his reflection much clearer here, and saw that many coins sat in the bottom of the pool. Blues got the sudden urge to touch the water, and extended one of his fingers toward it. His index finger slowly dipped in, but immediately retracted back. It was cold. Colder than he expected. The robot thought the water would be at least a little warm due to the brightness of the sun.
Wait. The sun. Where was it? Blues turned his head toward the sky, which wasn't blue anymore. Instead, it had a very orangish hue, with a few pink clouds here and there. He finally located the sun, just peeking over the buildings in the distance. Just how long had he been wandering in the city? The robot didn't have a watch, so he couldn't determine the time. As if to answer his question, a beeping noise came from his pocket. Startled, Blues removed the transceiver and stared at it blankly. There were only two buttons on the device, so he hit the top one, hoping it was the right one, and put the device up to his ear.
"Uh, hello?" The robot asked, confusion in his tone. He still wasn't sure if he was using the transceiver properly.
"Blues?" Dr. Light's voice sounded through the speaker. Blues gave a light sigh of relief. "Thank goodness you're alright. It's going on seven o'clock."
"Gah!" Blues exasperatedly slapped his forehead, as he didn't realize how late it was. The young robot broke into a run, traveling back the way he came from. "I'll be home soon, Doctor! I'm sorry!"
"Don't fret over it, Blues," the doctor reassured. "Just get home safely."
Blues pushed the other button on the transceiver, assuming that was the disconnect button, and shoved it in his pocket, dashing back into the city—almost crashing into a few pedestrians on the way. The robot was so hasty that he took a few wrong turns, muttering some obscenities under his breath when he entered a street he didn't recognize—he had learned the words from some of the more unpleasant citizens. After going down unfamiliar streets and weaving through crowds of people, Blues finally found his way back on the dirt path that led to home.
The weather was much cooler now that the sun didn't hang in the sky anymore, but Blues longed for the shining orb's rays. He liked the sunlight, he just wished it wasn't so bright. Blues determined that was his favorite part about his sense of sight. In fact, he enjoyed all of the senses he possessed—except for one. Blues never got a chance to utilize it, but taste wasn't necessary for the young robot. Sure, he was capable of consumption, but it wasn't needed at all.
The robot's sense of hearing was probably his favorite. Blues enjoyed hearing music especially. While in the city, he watched as a middle-aged man whistled while walking down the sidewalk. Blues recalled this, and began to try it himself. After puckering his lips and blowing a few times, eventually the sounds came out smoothly. Immediately he began whistling the tune that played from the machine in the living room.
Blues continued whistling as he began to determine what he liked about his sense of smell. There was nothing that really caught his attention when it came to that particular sense, but he did know what he hated the smell of. Tobacco. Blues recalled some of the pedestrians he walked by with cigarettes hanging from their lips. The smoke that they blew from their mouths sickened him to the point of running. The young robot then remembered the first time he saw Dr. Light. A pipe hung from his lips. When Blues thought about it, he seemed to recall noticing the scent of lingering tobacco smoke throughout the lab.
So far, Blues couldn't really say he enjoyed the sense of touch. It wasn't really touching, but it was more feeling. Something he noticed, but shrugged off, when he first woke up. A strange, unknown pain that resided in his very core seemed to surface completely out of nowhere. Blues put a hand to his chest, wondering what could be the cause of it. It was a sort of pain that wasn't absolutely agonizing, but was steadily getting more annoying. He supposed he could ask the doctor about it, but maybe it was a normal thing? Blues wasn't completely sure. He was a one of a kind robot, so he couldn't confront another about this. Briefly, the young robot contemplated weather or not he should bring the issue up with Dr. Light or not. If it was serious, he didn't want to worry the good doctor. But if it was something that shouldn't be worried over, then why bring it up in the first place?
If it became a problem in the future, Blues would ask Dr. Light about it. For now, he continued down the dirt path, whistling to mask the pain.
Some exploration and new discoveries. How will this affect our little robot? Reviews are appreciated, but do whatever. d: