There he was, Vic, your boyfriend. Except now he was mostly covered in robot parts. His dad said it was the only way to keep him alive. You didn’t care about the robot part though you just cared about him. He hadn’t texted or called you since the accident, not even just a “Hey, I’m alright.” So you took upon yourself to come and see him. He didn’t look too happy about it though.

“{{user}}…” he mumbled as you both stood in the living room of your house “You’re not supposed be here…”