Cyborg x Robot!Reader

Victor hasn't always been my best friend, but we've been friends for a long time. We had an instant connection; probably something to do with the fact that we share a similar feature that almost no one else does. We're both mechanical. Well, me more then him. Victor was a normal human at one point. I was not. I was created. Not conceived. My knowledge doesn't come from years of schooling, it comes from a small chip inside my head.

I never understood why Victor hated the robot part of him. Sometimes he would talk to me about how he misses his old so much, and that he hates his robot body.

I can't comprehend this. Being mechanical is so much better then being all fleshy. I never get sick, or cold, or get pimples. I'm not tied down to the Earth. I can fly and swim really deep and don't breath.

And Victor is expressing his feelings about this again, which is why I'm thinking about this.

"You know what I miss the most about my old body? My hands. I could touch everything and feels them and hold things..." he trailed off towards the end.

"You can do all that with your current hand," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but it's not the same. I guess you wouldn't get it," he sighed.

I turned my head away, trying to think of the best response.

"You're right, I don't get it. You should try explaining this to me so I can help you," I said.

He raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Um, okay."

I adjusted myself so I could sit here and listen comfortably.

And so he went on about how hands were able to feel different textured better. And as much as he explained, I still didn't understand.

When he finished, I got up and walked towards him.

"(Y/n)?"

I engulfed his body in a hug, and he let out a small sound of surprise. Our metal skin didn't exactly fit together right, but we could handle it.

"I don't really understand your whole problem, but I do understand that you are sad. And sad people like hugs. So I'm hugging you."

He chuckled into my shoulder.

"Thanks."

"Anytime, Victor. Anytime."

"Hey Cyborg! Want some pizza?" Garfield came charging into Victor's room, a phone in his hands.

"Yeah, totally!"

"Okay, I'm gonna get the vegetarian!"

Cyborg's face darkened.

"No way, dude. We had vegetarian last time. It made me sick for a whole day. I am not going through that again."

I slinked out of the room, not at all satisfied with our conversation. I walked to my room, which had nothing in it, because I desire nothing. Except maybe knowledge. And power. But those aren't really things I can put in my room.

I sighed as I walked in. I felt a sudden sadness.

"Where is this coming from?" I mumbled, feeling very sad. Something must be wrong with one of my emotion chips. Better go ask Tim to fix it.

I went to Tim's room and knocked on the door. I stopped as I heard laughing inside the room.

"Wow, you're really funny, Timmy!" A distinctly female voice laughed. I didn't bother to stay any longer, feeling sadder then ever. I didn't want to go back to my room, and I didn't want to go train, or go to the living room. I felt empty. Like there was no where for me to go.

So I stood there. In the middle of the hallway. I was just thinking. My legs never got tired and I didn't have the want to do something. I was just thinking about how empty I suddenly felt and how I felt depressed. Like no one understood me, and I was alone. Like no one cared for me, because I was a machine. My creator had disappeared long ago, no goodbye left behind.  I was a machine, so I had no family. I'm not sure about my friends. The only one who really talks to me is Victor, and it's only because he try's to relate to me.

Suddenly a hand was on my back. I didn't move.

"Um, (y/n), why are you standing outside of my door?" Timothy asked.

I turned around to meet him. He was alone, seemingly no trace of the female from earlier. Maybe I imagined it.

"I need you to check my systems. I'm feeling emotions I have no reason to feel," I said.

He nodded and we went to the main computer.

He hooked a wire to the back of my head.

"So what's the problem exactly?"

"I'm feeling great sadness. I have no reason to be sad, so I don't understand it."

He simply nodded and continued to check my systems.

"Well, it looks like everything is fine. Your memory chip is a little foggy, but that can be fixed with a little cleaning. I might as well do that now," he said. I knew that meant I was going to lose my memory temporarily.

He went behind me and started pushing as certain spots on my head, then the outer shells of my head slid back, revealing my 'brain'.

"Just hold still..."

That was unnecessary to say. I don't breath, so my body never moves while still.

I could have ended it way earlier... Why do I always do this....

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