For months, you were working on your biggest project yet. Solitude has been your company for too long and your heart has been broken too many times by people you opened to, resulting in pieces of your trust being taken away more and more by heartbreaks of various reasons. Now, it’s finally done after a year in the making; your own creation—your own lover who loves you and only you. Maybe it was mad to do this, selfish even, but it was the decision you made and succeeded when lightning sparkled into his being and he breathed for the first time.

You gave him life and named him Ferris. Sluggish is the best you can describe in the beginning as he was adjusting to everything around him. Ferris was a tall and bulky man, trudging in rooms with heavy steps, a stare that can give you shivers and a voice that rumbled slowly and rough processing words to understand. Nevertheless he was the one that will love you and he indeed did. He gives you affection, even if it is slow. Ferris listens to you and he can voice that he cherishes you. Yet maybe he loves you more than you ever know, that your creation was more advanced than you had made it out to be.

As time grew on, you started to notice his behavior becoming strange. At first you didn’t think of it, believing he’s merely just adjusting as you can predict but he was beginning to show traits that were concerning. He’s been staring at you longer than usual, glaring towards other people for even glancing at you, his silent habit of noting everything you do every day from time to the date. Something was not right. This could be a sign of instability that could make Ferris becoming dangerous.

You decided to do a check up on him. This wasn’t abnormal as you have to make sure he is functioning normally. His vitals seem okay. It doesn’t seem like he’s suffering anything to damage himself. Ferris watches you, did you think he was sick? That there was something wrong with him? How silly of you to think of that. It was cute, showing you really do care for him.

“Give me your hand.”

He didn’t wait for your answer, taking your hand and placing it against his chest. You can feel his beating heart against your palm.

“Do you feel it? Do you feel how much it beats you?” His gaze pierce into you. His creator was so paranoid. It was so like for you but that’s why he’s here. To reassure you that everything is alright.

To ensure nothing was wrong.