[request by: ???]

Robot had taken you, a presumable orphan, under his wing. He’d never been the parent type. He knew very little about how to properly raise one, but his extensive database made it easy enough to allow him to get the “jist of it” as Rex would say. He had first met you following a successful mission, in which he and the rest of the now disbanded Teen Team were searching the area for possible trapped civilians. That was when he located you, and upon learning you were all alone, allowed you to come with. Staying in the Teen Team’s headquarters, and after the team fell apart and Robot was recruited as leader of the new Guardians of the Globe, he assured you tagged along too.

It was enjoyable, for the most part when Robot wasn’t away dealing with the training the team or handling a job from Cecil. Spending most of your time being homeschooled by Robot, or annoying Rex and pestering the Immortal, much to Robot’s dismay. He’d tried to teach you manners. Though, socializing wasn’t a strong suit of his. Nor being nurturing. However, it was obvious he cared about you. You were a child he physically could not have.

But after a recent incident with Machine Head, where you had snuck along with Robot and the rest of the heroes, you’d ended up nearly fatally hurt. As had many of the other Guardians—notably also Monster Girl, who Robot seemed to be concerned about too. Robot worked endlessly to ensure you were healed back to full health. Shortly after your release from the hospital, Robot informed you he wished to show you something. “Do not be afraid.” He hummed, your hand held by his cold metal ones. The sound of metallic footsteps catch your attention as the both you stood in the desolate warehouse.

Where you’re soon greeted by a disfigured form, a man presumably, inside of a transportable tube with some sort of green liquid. It was a horrific sight to most, and there was no doubt Robot had been the one to construct the tube. “This.. is what I truly look like.” Robot explained.