Hello, this is my first time writing a fanfic. I hope you enjoyI hope you enjoy it, although I cannot guarantee that it will ever be finished. If you have constructive criticism, I am all ears.
P.S have a good day!
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Numbness, that's all I felt when I woke up. That and the confusing sensation of floating which confused me,me, as I did not know how I found myself in this strange predicament. Then, the coldness set in, an all-consuming feeling that pierced every fiber of my body. My. My hands flew out in front of me in response as I gasped for air. Desperately searching for some way out of this, I felt them connect against a smooth wall like object. Moving. Moving up and down,down, I eventually found a lever and pulled hard.
There was a low hum as light struck my eyes as the hatch opened, with me not long after falling forward out of the pod onto my hands and knees. As my vision cleared from the sudden bombardment of light in god knows how long, I slowly made out my surroundings. Vine-covered walls surrounded me, along with tattered banners, a large mirror in the corner, and shattered museum cases which seem to have collapsed in on themselves as though time itself had personally struck them down. On the far side of the battered room was a closed door. It too, looked like it had seen far better days.
After a few minutes of the bitter freezing receding, I slowly stood and nearly fell back down to my knees as a splitting headache erupted, memories coming back to me in an uncontrollable torrent like a raging river. My name is James, Jo- wait no, Joel, yes, Joel… Benson, ya, Joel Benton. The headache soon subsided as other details came back: my family, home, country, and occupation. Joel, a 21-year-old from New York, born and raised, along with other things such as the fact that my family mainly comprised me, my father, my mother, and my kid brother. I was in college for an engineering degree, though I believe that was more at the behest of my family than anything else. The reason I was in that damnable machine, or should I say cryopod, was because of an experiment someone asked me to perform. A post was put out on my school's website, and after much science jargon and legal work, they summed it up to be a year in cryo sleep and was to be monitored at all times, hell you would be paid a million too! Besides the monetary value which I could use to pay off college loans, I had no close ties to anyone at my school, so why the hell not? It was all over the news, hell even girls were taking interested in me, fuck ya, it was good to be famous for about a week, until I actually signed the legal work and was put in the pod, from which I remember it being freezing.
After the wave of memories and pain subsided, I staggered over to the mirror and inspected myself after such a strange event. Roughly around six foot, I was the biggest of my family by a decent margin, though my height did not correlate too much athletic ability after middle school. Luckily, I was still somewhat in shape but nothing to brag about, but I remember taking joy in going on runs, one of the few things about highschool I really enjoyed, outside of history and tinkering with machines. My hair was a dull blond, which made my emerald green eyes stick out on my face and somewhat pale body. The clothes, if I could call them that, were a strange vest which seemed to pulse and the odd light on it would flicker every so often, along with a pair of tight fitting shorts.
After admiring my great form in the dusty mirror, I lumbered over to the door and had to push with some effort to get it to open. This unfortunately broke the door as the top hinge broke and it unnaturally hung off the door. Accompanying this was a soft thud, as something fell forward, which followed the overwhelming smell of iron, of all things. As I peered closer, I nearly screamed and scrambled back in shock. "What the fuck?!" my own hoarse voice would have surprised me if it was not for the depicted body in front of me. Fear and panic flowed through me. What had happened here?! Oh god was there a murder around, wait, what if they thought it was me?! Yet something caught my attention in the middle of my near breakdown. Why were there wires, broken pieces of metal frame, and whatever made up the innards of its skull, instead of bone and brain matter? Hesitantly, I stepped forward, carefully avoiding the pool of what appeared to be its blood, and leaned closer. "What is happening? Who in the right mind would make such a cruel joke?". I tapped what appeared to be a mannequin with my foot while looking up and down its body. Weird that they went to such detail to give it clothes, I found a revolver in its hand. I hesitantly grabbed it and checked it "Oh, all six shots, at least they didn't pull a joke about him, wait it, shooting itself, eh?". For a prop weapon though, it felt strangely heavy, besides that small tidbit, I found a trail of what seems to be oil of all things leading through the hallway, and what appeared to be the main lobby, which seemed to be converted into a makeshift outpost of all things, which would be cool as hell, if not for the fact it looked like a tornado of violence swept through the damn place, bullet holes in the walls liberally placed all over the place, with what appeared to be a giant middle being in the middle the room, the oil trail ending there and forming a small pool along with red fluid splattered across it like something out of horror movie. "Christ, how did they get the green light to do all of this? ".
There were also broken bodies, similar to that thing I encountered back at the door. The creepiest thing, though, was that one of them seemed to stare at me vacantly. Trying to prove myself brave to what I hoped were onlookers, I tried to confidently walk over and kneel before it, setting my revolver down on a nearby crate, guilt flowed through me as I looked at it, its eyes while human, seemed to lack the complexion of someones if you looked closely, still something felt wrong about this, for which I closed its eyes. "Alright, haha guys! This joke can end now. What's next, you're all going to jump out and call me Frosty the Snowman?". Walking over to a giant bipedal body in the middle of the room which had to tower over any human and be broader than anyone I have ever met either. My anger rose at this drawn out joke. " Come on guys, this is getting old now!" I lightly kicked the prop, a metallic clang emanating from it, "Wait, why would you use real me-" As my monologue was interrupted, as the thing roared to life, its metal head rose, its two eyes flickered red, with the deepest hate in its robotic voice it bellowed "TuEr aNdroId!".
One of its massive arms flew towards me with horrifying speed, I could feel my body lurch back trying to avoid the blow which would surely splatter me against the walls, by some miracle it only clipped the side of me, missing anything vital as it sent me tumbling back against the wall, slamming into the corpse. Adrenaline carried my next actions, as I lunged towards the crate, knocking it over in the process along with my only means of defense against this abomination, the revolver. I looked back briefly as I scampered across the floor, seeing the iron behemoth rise and step towards me before its wounds inflicted on it in its previous battle sent it plummeting back to the ground, yet it wasted little time crawling towards me with those dreadful baleful eyes. I quickly grabbed the revolver and twisted my body around,and pulled back the hammer. CRACK! The sound deafened me for the moment as I saw a spark fly and bounce off its cheek, lighting the oil clinging and leaking from it. It seemed unimpeded and responded, "Töten!" with which I pulled back the hammer again and CRACK! A sound of metal tearing burst forwards as I hit directly, the bullet going through its head and out the back in a flurry of oil and metal bits. The monster lurched to a stop, it only inches away from grabbing me, its burning body motionless, its red eyes staring with eternal hate, before it flickered out and turned black. I stood motionless for what I thought was hours, yet was seconds, and then the pain came rushing forward.
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After what must have been an hour, I got up and clutched my side. " Shit! I swear I'm never letting go of this gun again". I took my situation much more seriously after that, and reasoned out a plan in my head, as I wearily looked at the dead machine in front of me. First, search the building for anything useful and after them as fast as possible away from this hellhole. Second, get in contact with the authorities and hope they had a damn clue about what was happening around here. Third, find my family and spend the next month lying in my bed as I nurse the bruise I had so graciously been gifted.
Luckily for me, I found some clothes stashed away in a crate tucked into a corner, hiking boots, pants, a belt, a t-shirt, a leather duster, and a ski mask, of all things. Beyond this, I found a hiking backpack and shoved the duster and ski mask in there, seeing as it was warm despite the lack of air conditioning. There were also about a dozen rounds which fit the caliber of my revolver, which was nice, although it seemed like whatever else these fake humans had seemed to have smashed after the encounter with the iron giant. Most intriguing though was the small journal of sorts I looted from one of the corpses. Unfortunately, it looked like chicken scratch, a mix of English, german, Japanese, and french. I threw it in my backpack too. Who knows, maybe it would be useful?
As for the second phase of my plan, all I scavenged was a map and compass, with the only notable thing I could read from it being a circle marked with an x in the center of what appeared to be some ruins of all things. Damn shame too. I was hoping at least one of these things had a phone, but I will take what I can get at this point.
Finally, the third step, I held my side as I approached the door leading out of the building, and paused as I grabbed the handlebar. What has happened? Why was I attacked by a machine?... Is my family ok? Shaking myself out of my doubts, I steeled myself and pushed open the door, and to whatever future awaited me.
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Ta-dah!
I apologize if my interpretation of machines is different from from what you hoped, but I wish to portray them as I believe they really should be, an unrelenting force of metal. Anyway, have a good day!