And now, here's the official start to the story.

Now, before I begin, I'd like to get this out of the way.

As a kid, I wasn't much into RobotBoy. Nothing against it personally, it's just that I barely knew that it existed during its time on Cartoon Network. At most, I may have only stumbled upon a clip of it by accident as I was flipping through the channels, but didn't exactly watch a full episode of it.

It wasn't until recently when that clip and the show's name randomly popped into my head that I decided to give it a chance, and after watching several official episodes on YouTube, I found myself getting really engaged with it. And seeing as how it became a popular subject for Fanart and fanfiction, I figured 'might as well do one of my own.

I do have more to elaborate on my reasons behind this story, but that'll be for later.

For now, let's get started with this story

In a local town known as the Bay Area (or San Francisco as some refer to it), we find a little house set on a slanted street.

Inside was the same square headed blonde boy from the pictures, Tommy Turnbull, who seemed to be in a bit of a struggle.

"Get off of me!"

Tommy appears to be tormented by his older brother. A teenage boy with a bald head and a gray skull shirt, who was sitting on Tommy's back on the floor.

"Get off me, Donnie!"

"Not till you say 'uncle', loser!"

"I've been saying 'uncle' over a hundred times! Now get off of me!"

Tommy lifted himself up and pushed his brother off his back.

"Sheesh, if you're not gonna play properly, don't bother playing at all," Donnie said.

That made Tommy angry. "I never agreed to that stupid game! You just forced me into it against my will!"

"Exactly. What fun would it be if I didn't?"

Just then, the boys heard the sound of the front doorknob turning. Slowly, the door opened, and in stepped the parents of the household.

The father appeared as a buff, yet weak minded man, while the mother had large hips and a head that looked nearly identical to Tommy's.

When they stepped into the house, they could scarcely be what they saw. The entire interior was a complete wreck. Furniture knocked down, a bunch of holes and sticky stuff on the walls and ceiling and a bunch of knickknacks and tchotchkes shattered all over. It had been as if a tornado had flown into the house.

"What is this?!" They shouted.

"A blinded community," Tommy says flatly. "Commonly referred to as 'a mess'."

"Yes, I can see that," his mother says unamused. "Dare I ask, what happened here?"

Donnie immediately pointed towards Tommy. "He did it! He went out of control! I begged him to stop! He was too strong!"

"He's lying!" Tommy argued.

His father, Dwight, was not buying the latter story. "Tommy, I understand you're a boy and boys play rough, but have some respect. You know you're not supposed to wreck the house like this when we're gone."

"But I didn't do it! Come on, mom! Tell him!"

His mother, Debbie, just sighed with exhaustion. "Tommy, I've worked a long hard day and I'm not in the mood to deal with this nonsense right now. Just go to your room."

Tommy tried to speak, but just growled instead, as he realized it wasn't going to help his case.

He gave up and stomped up the stairs to his room.

Once inside, he slammed the door shut.

Tommy then looked around his room towards a dormant little robot toy sitting on the floor. He pressed a button on his wristwatch, which made the robot turn on and grow.

"What happened this time?" The robot spoke.

Tommy just groaned. "I don't want to talk about it."

"Talking make you feel better."

"Leave me alone, RobotBoy." Tommy walked over to his bed and opened a comic book, still too angry.

The robot hovered over towards his human friend. "RobotBoy trying to be good friend. Try to help Tommy."

Tommy didn't want to talk about it, but when he glanced toward his little robot friend, he could see the sincere empathy in his expression.

He sighed heavily. "Alright. It's my brother Donnie again. He got me in trouble for wrecking the house even though I didn't do it."

That made RobotBoy furious. "Donnie bad! RobotBoy, give him what for!"

"Forget it, Ro. It's not worth it. It's best to just ignore him and eventually he'll get tired of bullying me."

"That what Tommy always say. Tommy always say 'just ignore it'. But Donnie no get tired. Bullying never stops." (And he was right)

"I know, Ro. But what else can I do? If I fight with him, that'll just get me into more trouble." Tommy began to yawn. "Look, it's getting late. Let's talk about this in the morning. Goodnight RobotBoy."

Tommy turned out the light and went to sleep.

"It only 7:30."

The next morning, Tommy was walking down the street with his best friend, Augustus Turner (or just simply Gus).

"Dude, you seriously gotta do something about that beast you call a brother," Gus told him. "This is like the seventh week in a row you've been pummeled home alone, and it's near the end of summer break."

"What choice do I have, G-man?" Lamented Tommy. "He may be a brute, but he's my brother."

"Well he makes me look like a saint. I wouldn't be surprised if he ended up in jail someday."

"I don't want that on him. I just wish he'd stop annoying me. It makes me so mad!"

"Take my advice: just leave and go find a new family."

"Hey, I'm mad, but I'm not crazy mad." Tommy sighs as the boys finally get to his house. "Look, Gus, I appreciate the concern, but I think I can manage on my own."

Gus just gave an eye roll. "Whatever dude. But if you get beaten to a pulp, don't say I didn't warn you."

Gus walked off as Tommy entered his house.

Once inside, he finds his mother and father standing in front of him.

"Ah, perfect timing, Tommy," said his father. "Guess what, your mother and I are going out tonight."

Tommy was shocked at the news. "Again? But……that means….."

Donnie immediately popped up behind him and gave him a hard noogie with his head locked in his arm. "I'm in charge, little brother."

Immediately, Tommy's shocked expression turned to monotonous distaste. "I'm thrilled," he said sarcastically.

His father went on. "Now Donnie, I want you to keep an eye on your brother. Keep him in check."

"You got it, dad," Donnie saluted.

Tommy dusted himself off. "Good for you. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my room."

Tommy was about to leave, until his mom held the back of his shirt.

"Tommy, I'd like a word with you if you don't mind."

Tommy gulped nervously as she led him to her room and set him on her bed.

"Tommy, you know how tired I am of you fighting with your brother."

"But he started it!"

"It doesn't matter. Just because he likes to push your buttons doesn't mean you should engage in roughhousing."

"But you don't understand! He likes getting me angry. More than he even likes me in general, which is close to never. And you expect me to play nice with him?"

"You don't have to play nice. Just don't fight."

"Mom, I know you want me and Donnie to get along. I want that too. But he doesn't want to cooperate. He hates me!"

"Tommy, you know that isn't true. I'm sure he cares for you."

"Well it doesn't feel like it," Tommy muttered under his breath.

"Regardless, you shouldn't get on his bad side just because he sometimes gets on yours. You can hurt yourself and there are tons of valuable things that can break in this house. Such as this."

Debbie walked over to a cupboard and took out something valuable. It was a small swan figurine made of porcelain.

Tommy was amazed by it. "Woah! That looks cool!"

"It is. And very valuable. This porcelain swan is my most prized possession. It was given to me by my great aunt when I was just a little girl about your age. It was one of the last ever made. So it's very irreplaceable. If anything were to happen to it, I don't know what I'd do."

Tommy just stood still and watched as his mom put the swan on the nightstand.

"Now listen, I'm going to give you one more chance. Your father and I are going out again until very late tonight and I want you to be on your best behavior. That means no more fighting."

"I know."

"And especially, be careful with my porcelain swan. Don't even touch it, because if I find so much as a little scratch on it, you're in big trouble."

"Okay. I promise."

"Good."

The two walked out of the room as Dwight was about to head out the door.

"Now Donnie, keep an eye on your brother," he said. "I know you won't disappoint us."

"We'll be good, dad," Donnie (falsely) assured.

Finally, Debbie turned to her younger son. "Remember. Best behavior."

"Yes mom."

And the parents left.

That should do for now

Sorry if this chapter is pretty brief, but I can assure you the next one will have more detail and conflict

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