The sun began to rise and Doom was still knocked out from his party the other Doom-bots were cooking and cleaning as usual and Albert woke Victoria up so she wouldn't be late for school, gently pushing the brunette curls out her face.
"Good morning, Master Victoria!" the robots chirped as she got out of her bed. Running to the bathroom, she went off to take a shower and brush her teeth.
Albert wanted Victoria to look nice to today so he picked out her clothes. For her he took out a plaid skirt and navy blue jacket and a white shirt with black socks - he even made sure her sneakers were clean. Albert wanted his master to look good. Stepping out the shower, Victoria headed up to her room and saw the clothes laid out for her. by Albert Albert was a true friend and he was good with matching outfits. Getting dressed, Victoria was upset at the birds nest on her head but suddenly she felt robotic hands around her hair.
"Albert," she said, smiling.
"Master Victoria, would you like me to style your hair?"
"It's okay, Albert. The Barber Bot will do it."
"Nonsense, he is not touching your hair. Your hair is too precious to be touched by anyone." he said, gathering her curling irons. A few minutes later, Victoria's hair was done and she was off to school until she ran into a staggering Doom.
"Uncle Doom, you're up early!" She said, surprised. "Sorry, Uncle."
Doom was not caring . He had drank a great deal of wine and did not seem to care if his young niece had even smashed into him. "Victoria, go eat breakfast." he said to her coldly.
"Yes, Uncle." she said, looking down and not daring to even look his way for fear he might yell at her. Looking into her room, Doom saw Albert cleaning up her dirty laundry.
"Don't touch that!" he yelled. The robot froze. "No one touches her laundry. I will clean today."
Albert was shocked. Why was his master acting so strange? He always cleaned Victoria's room later. I always cleaned master victoria's room she was at school how then could she clean her room besides why should he care? he had many transportation services but he always made poor Victoria walk later
On that afternoon, Luke and Peter were hanging out with Ava and Danny when Flash Thompson decided to try and pick on Peter. Victoria saw and quickly grabbed him combat style by his hand.
"Ow, ow, ow!" Flash cried, sucking on his hands.
"Hey!" Victoria said. "Pick on somebody your own size!"
Flash was embarrassed. Suddenly the whole cafeteria laughed at him and he ran away. Peter looked at Victoria. "Uh thanks, Victoria." he said, a little shocked at what happened.
"I'm sorry he was picking on you, I didn't mean to," she said feeling a little panicked.
"It's okay, it's okay. How about you sit with us?" Luke said. Victoria was excited. Sam saw her coming so he moved aside to make room for him near the bench and of course she sat next to him. "So Victoria wanna come to the gym with us?" Luke said. "If you want to."
"Sure, I will come," Victoria knew Doom would be roaming the house but she really wanted to be with Sam. She never really had friends. Doom ignored her at times and was mean. He occasionally gave her gifts but gifts mean nothing - where was the love? Albert was her friend but she only had a few minutes to be with him and that stupid robot cat Meow-bot was certainly not something she wanted. He was lifeless even though he was programmed to act like the real cat he wasn't. He was a object for unhappy entertainment.