Everything felt so.. new. He was surrounded by an unfamiliar setting, both frightening and comforting at the same time. He was surrounded by tall beams coated by something brown and flakey. He sat on the ground which was covered in a soft blanket of green fuzz. The sky above him was growing darker, but hints of the bright ball that rose and fell from the sky still remained. The colors in the sky were bright and kind of matched his color scheme. 

He looked down at his plates, the bright colors reflecting off of his visor. He frowned beneath the facial mask, the one he didn't know how to remove. How long had it been since he had awoken? He couldn't really remember. He knew what time was like here now; 24 one hour cycles. He had learned a few things by listening in to the tiny, squishy, adorable creatures that lived on this world. 

Whatever world he was on.

He felt so out of place here. He knew he didn't really belong, he wasn't like the other. He wasn't like the cute furry things that ran away from him. He wasn't like the intelligent two-legged beings that seemed to rule in several places, the ones he somehow felt he should hide from.

He was something.. mechanical, if he heard that one being right.

Maybe it wasn't so bad. It was rather peaceful in this place of 'nature'. He didn't like being lonely, but he supposed it could be worse. He wished there was something to do, but it was alright, what he was doing now. Every day, he would leave the giant orb he had seem to come in, go out and explore, and then sit in this place until he was ready to go back. If he counted right, he knew that he had been here for... one hundred of those 24 hour cycles. 

Strangely, every time a new cycle arrived, he felt a little more drained of energy. Every time the giant fireball rose in the sky and a new cycle began, something bright flashed in his visor, a small beeping playing around him as if to warn him of something. He assumed the bright dots and lines were words, but he couldn't read them. He didn't know what the sound meant either. Each cycle, it grew louder and more infuriating. He wished it would go away, but he didn't know to make it do so.

And he was getting a little too tired to care.

Maybe it had something to do with the glowing spheres back in his broken orb? Each day, when he looked at the giant stockpile, he felt some urge, growing stronger and stronger as time went by. It made him wonder if had anything to do with him, if he needed it, or if he truly even wanted it. Thinking about it now, it frustrated him that he didn't know these things.

Shouldn't he know where he came from? What he was? Who he was? Where he was?

Mostly he just wanted someone to talk to. 

Sighing behind the mask, he turned to look at one of the tall beams, or 'trees' if he had overheard that correctly. On one of it's extending pieces was a small furry creature, so tiny he could lift it with the tip of his finger. It had a puffy tail and a tiny face, with cute black eyes. He thought the creature was adorable.

"I don't suppose you'd like to talk with me?" he said aloud, leaning over a little to get a better look at it. "If you're not busy, little guy." 

The little critter stared at him for a moment, but as he moved, it became frightened and scampered away, making shrill little noises as it fled. He was a little startled by its sudden movement, leaning forward even more in desperation.

"Hold on! I'm not scary!" he pleaded, looking for it in the mop of green. "Was it something I said?" He continued to look for it, but when he realized that it was gone, he sighed and slumped in defeat. 

Then he heard a noise. 

He perked up, looking back to the tree to see if it was the tiny thing. However, when it did not return, he realized the noise was coming from somewhere else. He couldn't identify what the sound was coming from, but he could tell it was getting closer. Whatever it was was coming right for him. He tilted his head curiously, wondering if it was another one of those lean red creatures with the big tails, long snouts, big ears, and skinny legs. He soon found out that it was coming very fast, growing quicker and quicker as it approached. 

Then it popped out of the bushes and trees into the more open clearing where he sat.

It was a two-legged creature! He recognized it's soft skin and squishy appearance, and because it where some sort of material around its body. However, he noticed that this one was considerably smaller than the ones he saw wandering around the stone and metal structures. It looked.. younger and fresher, almost, it's skin shinier and softer and it's eyes wider and brighter. It had a mess of curly light brown hair on the top of its head, pulled up and held in place on the top. It was shorter and wider than most of the ones he had seen before. Now that he thought about it, he remembered he had seen some of the bigger two-legs leading smaller ones like this one around, holding it's hands or even picking them up. 

He also noticed that it looked very distraught and upset, it's eyes wet. It was covered in the brown dirt that was under the blanket of green fuzz, and the material it had covered itself with was torn in some places. A red ooze seemed to be leaking from it's arm, and the two-leg fondled it pitifully. When it looked up at him, sitting slouched forward with his legs spread out across the ground and his arms on the ground in front of him, it's eyes widened and it froze where it stood.

He tilted his head more, wondering why this one was acting different that what he had observed. "Is something wrong, little thing?" he asked curiously, leaning forward. 

The small two-leg critter suddenly let out a high pitched noise, scrambling backwards in fright. It was then that he remembered he was suppose to be hiding  from these things, and he grew a little scared, too. Was this loud noise going to hurt him?? He sat up and skootched backwards, wondering if these things were possibly dangerous to him. 

The creature noticed this, and stopped making the noise. However, it continued to move backward slowly. Suddenly, it tripped and fell, landing on it's behind. It let out another loud cry, but this one was different. It made him want to comfort the poor thing.

He slowly leaned forward again. He wondered for a moment what would make him appear less dangerous. Maybe if he tried to make himself smaller? Could he do that? He slowly leaned forward more and more, until his front was on the ground. He placed his chin on the green fuzz and put his hands beside his head, just in front of the little thing. It watched him, no longer looking so afraid. 

"Sorry," he said in what he hoped was a smaller voice. "Did I scare you?"

It stared at him for a few moments, its eyes wide. It looked surprised, and he wondered why that was. He guessed it was because the little one probably had never seen something like him before. It sat up straight, not shaking anymore, and tilted his head at him for a moment. Then, its face scrunched up into a frown and it crossed its arms over its small chest. 

"Yeah, you scared me!" it cried in a high pitched voice. 

He frowned sadly, apology in his voice as he spoke. "I didn't mean to. I scare lots of things without meaning to. What's so scary about me?" he asked, genuinely wanting to know.

The little one seemed a little unprepared for that question, looking a little bewildered. It put on a very focused face for a moment, which he thought was rather cute, before its eyes brightened and looked up at him again. "Because you're so BIG! And you have a weird face!"

"I have a weird face?!" he cried in horror, lifting his head a little. He touched his visor and his face mask. Did he have a face under there? Or was that his face? He figured he had something under it.

"Yeah!" it confirmed. "Where are your eyes?"

He blinked, a little confused. "Eyes.. you mean like yours?" he asked, pointing to her eyes.

It tilted it's head, confused. "Yeah, these are my eyes," it said, pointing to them. "And this is my nose, and this is my mouth, and these are my ears, and these are my eyebrows, and this is my forehead!" it exclaimed, pointing to each part. "Where are yours?"

He repeated her gestures, touching the same areas she had. "I think.. I think they are under my mask and my visor." He set down his hand and rested his chin on the ground again. "I don't know why. Is it really that scary?" he asked, a little upset. 

"Well..," it muttered, pondering over it and looking at him fervently, "not really. It was scary before, but now it's not so scary." It paused, tapping its chin. "You are kinda cute too, in a weird way."

He perked up, excitement and relief flooding into his chest. "Really?"

It shrugged, but it smiled. "Yeah, kinda! But only a little bit."

It was still a win for him. "Thanks, little thing!"

It frowned at him again, looking angry. "I'm not a little thing!" it protested. "I'm a girl!"

His curiosity got the better of him again. "Oh, a girl! So, like.. you're a she? And I'm a he!" he said, feeling excited that he was learning something.

The girl nodded, satisfied. "Yeah, I'm a she, and you're a he. You're a weird boy, though." 

"Why am I weird?" he asked.

"Well, cus you're so big. And you look like a robot. But bigger."

He was a little surprised by these words. A robot? He had never heard of the term before. He looked like.. a robot? Did that mean there were more like him? But she said he was bigger than other robots. What did that mean?

"I'm.. a robot? Is that what I am?" he asked, wondering if this litte girl knew. 

She seemed to be a little confused by this as well, thinking it over for a big. "Well.. you're a weird robot, too. Robots don't talk much. And they do as you say, I think. You don't really do what I say, and you talk a lot."

He felt a little disappointed, but at the same time, he was a little glad he was different from what she described the other robots. He tilted his head at her, wondering what she was. Surely two-leg wasn't the right term. Didn't he have two legs too?

"What are you?" he asked. 

She like she could hardly believe he was ask such a question. "I'm a human, duh!" she said, pointing at her chest with the arm with wasn't leaking red stuff. "I'm a human girl!"

"Oh," he replied, feeling a little relieved to finally know what kind of creature she was. "Well, it's nice to meet you, little human girl!"

"That's not my name!" she said loudly, looking even more upset. "I'm Sarah!"

"You have.. a name?" he asked, now even more confused. It was like he was going round in circles. He pushed himself off of the ground, sitting up and crossing his legs. "So, you are a human girl, but you're called something else?" he asked, making gestures with his hands. 

She nodded her head. "Yeah! Everyone has a name. Don't you have one?" 

He deflated, now feeling upset himself. If he was called something, he didn't know what it was. "If I do, I don't know what it is," he said sadly, defeat in his voice. "I don't even know what kind of creature I am. I'm not a human, but I'm not a robot, and I'm much too big to be either anyways, apparently." He frowned behind his mask and hung his head dejectedly.

The young girl realized that he was upset and her face grew softer, looking a little guilty. She hadn't meant to make him sad. "Hey," she called. "I didn't mean to make you sad. Don't be sad! I'm sorry I called you weird!" She paused, fiddling with her fingers nervously. "Are you mad at me?"

He looked back over to her, shaking his head softly. "No, I'm not mad at you. You're fine, I'm just.. lost, I guess," he said, his voice not holding the cheerful bounciness if usually did. 

"You're lost?" she exclaimed, perking up. "I am too!"

He tilted his head again, wondering how she was lost. She seemed to know just who and what she was. "You're lost?"

"Yeah!" she said with a nod, before glancing down, her face setting into a scared and sad frown. "I ran away from home.. and now I don't know where I am."

She must mean a different kind of lost, he thought to himself. He suddenly felt bad for her. He was didn't know where he was either, and wanted to go to a place he that would comfort and welcome him. He could feel her pain, and now he wanted to help her. Would helping her somehow make him feel better? It seemed like a good idea to him. 

He leaned down, offering her a little smile, his visor turning up a little. "Well, how about I help you find your.. home, you called it? I'm sure I can find it! I wander around a lot!" He held out his hand for her to climb onto. She would fit in his hand, right?

Sarah perked up, her eyes sparkling with hope. "Really?! You can take me home?"

"Sure!" he said, feeling more confident in himself. It couldn't be that hard, could it? He grinned as she nodded and carefully climbed into his palm. He cupped her in his hands and stood up slowly, so not to jostle her. He suddenly grew excited, a bit of a skip in his step. He realized that this was the first time he had talked to anyone, and that made him really happy. 

"Thanks," he said as he began walking forward. "I've never talked to anyone before."

She looked up at him in surprise. "You don't have any friends?!" she exclaimed in complete disbelief.

His head fell to the left a little, and once again he was confused and curious. "What's a friend?"

She gaped at him in shock. "Someone you talk to, and hang out with, and play with, and spend time with, and hug, and do silly things, and read books, and go outside, and pretend, and all sorts of fun things!" She shook her head. "You don't have one of those?"

He shook his head, watching her with wonder. "No, but that sounds amazing! I wish I had friends." He sighed again, pausing where he stood. "It would be really nice."

"I'll be your friend!" Sarah blurted, her eyes sparkling. She beamed up at him brightly, suddenly very excited. "Let's be friends! You're weird, but I like you!"

It felt like his insides lifted inside his chest, and he visibly stood taller. His eyes were wide under the visor and he was beaming like crazy. "Really?! You like me? We can be friends?"

She nodded furiously, lifting up her hand. "Yeah! Let's pinkie swear! That way we'll be friends forever and ever and ever!" She stuck out her smaller finger, then realized he probably didn't know what a pinkie swear was. "You wrap your pinkie around mine!"

A little hesitantly, he held up his hand and jabbed his pinkie towards her gently. Sarah then seemed to realize her own little finger would never be able to wrap around his. She ummed quietly, searching for a way around it, before shrugging and grabbing his pinkie with her entire hand. She shook it firmly a few times while he watched in wonder, amazed by this foreign ritual.

"There!" she said cheerfully, letting go and looking up at him. "Now we're friends forever!"

In that moment, his world revolved around this one little girl. 

~

Okay, this is a new story. Yes, I know I have a lot of them. Yes, I'm sorry that means that updates will probably be even more scattered. 

No, I'm not sorry I am making this book. 

I got this idea from a post on tumblr, and I got the 'go ahead' to write it, so here it is! I'm super excited for it, and I already love it to death! 

Also, this is generally what he looks like: 

He has a little more orange and bright pink in his color in my head, but this art I found suits him pretty well! However, I did NOT MAKE THIS ART, all credit goes to the original artist. I would name them, but unfortunately I couldn't find them anywhere! (If you are the artist and see this, please contact me!! I can take this down if you would like me to.)

Well, I hope you all enjoy my story!! Thanks for tuning it, and please tell me what you think in the comments!