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Atlas sighed as he gazed out the window, met with nothing but a darkening evening sky void of clouds. Astro Boy was not back yet.
This officially made it three months and two weeks.
At first it was just annoying, Atlas assumed he just got lost or was avoiding him.
Now it was starting to hurt.
It wasn’t like Astro to abandon people on purpose, the android was to pure hearted for that. Too loving, more than most humans.
Something had to have happened.
Atlas had even called Tenma, who was usually his top man to avoid, because he’d assumed the roboticist had something to do with this. After all he always was looking for an opportunity to take his “Tobio” back home.
But not even he knew a thing.
That bastard lied! That stone cold, heartless beast. Atlas thought at first as he began tearing apart the lab, searching every inch of it, breaking everything in his path.
But all he was left with was a bunch of junk piles and an angry old man who wanted him dead.
“WHERE DID YOU GO!?” Atlas screamed, met with silence. In rage he pounded his fist on his table causing it to receive a sizeable dent and almost break. Such a hero, loved by all of Japan- no, the entire world, does not just vanish like this. Astro wasn’t just a hero either. He was a friend, the only one Atlas had. And one of the only people to treat him like he wasn’t either a disposable tool or an unloving monster.
The worst part was, everyone, even Ochanomizu was grieving as if Astro was already dead. And he should be the one to know the most that Astro Boy dosen’t die, he doesn’t get defeated. He always comes back no matter what. He’d be back from the sun someday. Soon. Even if he was damaged. Rusted, dented, melted, limbless, deaf, mute or blind. It’d still be the same lovable robot.
Idiots, humans are such idiots that give up far too easily. They underestimate robots. They don’t know what we’re capable of. Atlas thought as he growled.
If Astro came back, Atlas would instantly start begging for him to stay forever. He’d do anything Astro wanted to keep him close. And he’d fight anyone that would dare to hurt him.
Atlas closed his eyes and attempted to invision Astro’s face. His big, shiney hazel eyes with their long fluttering lashes. His tiny button shaped nose, round ears, thin dark eyebrows, spikey jet-black hair. All on a smooth, round dollish face. Atlas kept this image engraved in his electronic mind, he never wanted to let it go. It was so beautiful, flawless in fact.
“Astro… Astrooo.” Atlas moaned and cried pressing his hand against the glass.