Caretaker || Closed
crowsteaparty:
That robot honestly had no way to expect what would happen next. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe in magic. He just didn’t have a concept of it. It was something fictional and robots were absolute creatures. At least when their personality hardware was broken. The android was able to track that kitten down thanks to its heat signature. It was one of the many programs that helped him tell the difference between living things and objects, but he could also use it to locate his master at a short range.
He used it to track that kitten down, but by then, the sun was setting completely. The heated area was getting bigger? Were there more kittens now? Where were all the kittens coming from? Perhaps an infestation. Making his way to the closet, the tactless robot reached for the doorknob and gently pulled it outward.
The boy’s eyes widened as the door suddenly swung open. He huddled in the corner and pulled the coat over himself even more. What was he supposed to say? All he could do was stare up at the android with those saucer like eyes. They were the same ones the kitten had.
“I’m sorry.” Was the only thing he could manage. The boy knew the android wouldn’t hurt him, but he still might kick him out. Who knew what would happen now. If only he could have found a better hiding place.
