I pulled on my worn work boots and snagged my 9 year old stepbrother Michael's snow gear when I paused on the main floor to grab some cookies for our breakfast. We had a tradition, where whenever there was a snow day, I would wake him up super early and get us cookies for breakfast. Then I would take him outside to play before the other children came out. I bounded upstairs to the second floor where Mike's bedroom was and silently opened the door. Even with the small motors and fans whirring in my arm and leg, I was unnervingly silent. I was unnaturally heavy for my size with all of the metal inside my body; I was almost 200lbs instead of the 110lbs I should have weighed. I never played leapfrog as a kid, nor received piggyback rides. I was too heavy for that. I was strangely well balanced, even with the metal oddities, maybe they balanced each other out, or maybe I just had a fine-tuned sense of balance. Either way, I was as graceful as a cat. I walked over to his bedside. "Mike! Psst, Mike, wake up! It's snowing! It's a snow day, Mike! I have cookies!" I whisper yelled. He sat up and yawned. "Do you want to make snow angels first? It's at least three feet deep!" My retinal scanner was measuring how deep the snow was, how cold outside, the type of snow. It was perfect for snowballs. "It's even the right kind of snow for a snowball fight!" he grinned widely at me, revealing his loose front tooth. "You'd better make sure you save that tooth for the Tooth Fairy when it falls out!" I tapped his nose with my metal finger. "Just hang on, I'm going to go back downstairs and get this annoying skin graft off." I ran back down to my bedroom and decided to test the solution I had been working on for months. It was supposed to remove only the skin graft, and almost painlessly, too. I told my brain interface to reject the skin graft, and it obeyed. My skin started to feel itchy and loose, hanging against my metal limbs. It started to sag and peel off. My interface had disconnected my brain from the pain receptors in the skin, so it didn't hurt as it came off. I used the solution to dissolve it where it joined my natural skin so it didn't take my needed skin off along with the graft. It fell off and dropped to the ground. I took it and tossed it into the incinerator. It burned instantly and in moments, the noticeable smell of burning flesh had disappeared altogether. I ran back up to Mike and helped him put his snow gear on over his pajamas. I grabbed him and pulled him close before jumping out of his second story window leading out into our backyard.

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Okay left you hanging there for a bit!

What is it with my characters and jumping out of windows? Jeez, someday I should make them die because of that... PLOT TWIST!!!

I promise these will be longer after this, I'm working on the length. I never know where to end my chapters.

(My Fatal Flaw: never admitting I'm wrong. Hubris?)

Mkay bye!

Toodles my noodles!

~iamanawesometaco