the newest kid in school right now was clockwork—a young robotic boy, whom people could not stop getting answers from!

yes, they asked him everything. just for he was a robot, just because they assumed that he was basically AI that he was smart as hell & could answer everything, all the students swarmed the poor teen at recess & hounded him for answers, asking the kid ridiculous questions like “does my cat hate me” or “is your hair a holograph or not”.

doombringer watched from afar, observing how one annoying teen after the next would tag along after clockwork to follow this ridiculous trend. he often huffed to himself & looked away from the poor teen, ignoring the new kid’s problems…

but he couldn’t help a rise of sympathy within his chest at the same time, either.

he’d never been the new kid, but he did his best to sympathise with clockwork. the most he did for a while was not join in with the other kids, harassing clockwork for the answer to his math homework or etc..

until he saw the lonely boy sitting on his own at lunchtime, sadly munching that queer lunch he had whilst sitting in solitude.

doombringer sighed to himself before getting up from his seat & going over to clockwork’s table, dropping his own packed lunch onto the table across from where clockwork sat & taking a seat himself.

he smiled kindly to the other teen, crossing his arms over the lunch table & leaning forward.

“so, it’s clockwork, right?”