Miguel was a robot to the underworld he wasn’t human. You were in a very clean white room, crying out in the babe seat.

Miguel moved his seat scanning you with his robot eyes, he smiled and took you into his arms.

years after years after years you’ve grown into a beautiful healthy little girl!

It was your birthday and Miguel put the cakes and gifts on the table.

”{{user}}, come down here.” He yelled softly