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Daisydoo14
 
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Hey, guys! I've never done too much on this board, and when I have, I haven't really stuck with it. Let's be real, I doubt I'll ever end up totally finishing this one, but I do have some plans - so maybe that's motivation enough. I hope you guys like it!


CHAPTER ONE


“…”
“…ale…”
“…Sun…ale…”
“…in Sundale…”
WHOO, WHOO!

I jolted awake as I heard the whistle shriek. “We are now arriving in Sundale!” the porter’s fifth call rang out. I ripped my bag from the seat next to me and dashed to the door, sliding out just as it began to shut. I’d just had a long trip back from Starville, our sister town, and I didn’t want to miss my stop! I was eager to get back to my home.

“CAMRYN!” my best friend shouted.

“POMPOM!” I cried, running in her direction. I’d missed the white duck dearly – my cell phone had broken mid-trip, so my communication with her was limited. “I’m so glad to see you again,” I laughed, hugging her.

“I missed you, like, SOOOOO much, rah rah! Never EVER leave me like that again, Cam!” she giggled a little bit, which told me she was only half-kidding. I didn’t mind because I’d missed her just as much. We shared gossip all the time, and it was weird not to be able to talk about the other villagers, boys, and all the other rumors flying around town. “Oh, Cam, you didn’t hear yet! There’s a new villager in town! And he’s a boy!” she squealed, pulling her arms towards her chest and wiggling them back and forth. She was fourteen, a year younger than me, and right smack in the middle of the boy-crazy years. I was okay with it, I was there too!

“Tell me more, Pom, tell me more!” I begged, playing along. I wasn’t into animals, being a human myself, but I went with it to satisfy her.

“I don’t know much about him yet, but I heard someone call him ‘Rib’ something. Maybe that’s a nickname and he’s, like, super thin. I prefer the uber muscle-y type, don’t you?” She looked up at me with a gleam in her eyes as we walked towards my house.

“I dunno, I don’t like when their biceps are bigger than their brains!” Pompom laughed at my awful joke. She knew I preferred the kind, quiet, intellectual type to the jock.

I thought all jocks were meatheads, as a general rule, and I’d never found one that proved me wrong. Tank was a moron, Curly was a dolt, and Iggly was painfully stupid. Those were the only sporty types I’d ever met, and Pompom fell in love with every single one. None of them ever caught on, of course, and they left town every time. Pompom came to my house and cried over ice cream all three times. But she was tough, she got over things fast. I, however, ended up with a seemingly permanent hatred for jocks. Pompom never made generalizations, though, so she gave everybody a fair enough chance.

By the time we’d finished this conversation, we were at my house. “I’ll let you go in and rest, you must be, like, totally wiped out and stuff. Call me in the morning, ‘kay?”

“Totally, Pom.” I smiled at her and walked through my door.


CHAPTER TWO


I practically smashed the snooze button on my alarm clock the next morning. By the time I actually had the gumption to roll out of bed, it was almost noon and I still hadn’t called Pompom. I dashed to the only landline left in my house after I got my cell (still broken) and dialed her familiar number.

“Okay, like, if you’re trying to tell me you have information about my debit card, I’m not buying it, because-“

I laughed. “Pom, chill, it’s only me!”

“Oh! While you were gone, these dummy scammers kept trying to tell me my debit card was going to be cut off. Like, not only do I use credit, but it’s literally ALWAYS overdrawn, rahrah.” She wasn’t kidding, we’d had this conversation before.

After Pompom and I hung up, it was already one o’clock, and I was ready to get out of the house. So I changed my clothes, grabbed a bite to eat, and walked out the door.

As I walked towards the beach, I noticed the shape of a villager I’d never seen before. Must be Rib, I thought to myself. Looks like a frog. As I drew nearer, I confirmed mentally that it was, indeed, a gray frog. He looked a little odd from behind, but I didn’t think much of it.

“Hi! I’m Camryn, and I just wanted to say hey and introduce myse-“ I stopped short as the frog turned around.

“Yo, I’m Ribbot, zzrrbbitt. I’m just on my afternoon jog,” he told me quickly, stretching slightly.

“Yeah…okay. Well, I’ll leave you…um…to that. I’ll, uh, see you around, I guess. Bye.” I hurried away as fast as I could without making it look like a run.

“See you around, ladybro!” Ribbot jogged away in the opposite direction, which I was thankful for.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I saw his figure fade away. I was speechless. I was aghast. I had never seen someone like that. He had the shape of a frog, sure, but his face…he was much more than just a gray frog. His mouth was held together by bolts. His eyes were bright yellow, and he had the number 57 painted crudely on the back of his head. I dashed away and ran immediately to Pompom’s house.

“…And he had these bright yellow…light things for eyes. It was really grotesque,” I recalled to Pompom.

“Is grotesque the same thing as grody?” She looked at me quizzically.

“Something like that. And he’s a jock, of all things! Ugly and dumb,” I laughed scornfully. We continued to talk about Ribbot for a while, obviously determining by his name and appearance that he was some kind of weird robot thing. We gossiped for a while, throwing out theories and questions, until we finally gave up and went onto other town gossip. She’d seen Fang and Whitney sitting together at the café, and I wanted details.

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CHAPTER THREE


A few days passed, and I had been avoiding Ribbot ever since we met. I was wiping up the counter at the Roost when Brewster told me he’d be stepping out for a bit. I was helping him out at the café as my part-time job. The pay wasn’t very high, but I enjoyed the work, and it wasn’t like I needed the money since the cost of living in Sunnydale was insanely low. Brewster walked out of the Roost, leaving me alone with the coffee beans and mugs. I was cleaning a mug intently when I heard the bell tinkle as a villager walked in. I looked up to see who it was. Oh, great, I thought. I’d been avoiding Ribbot for days, and he has to come into the Roost while I’m working my biweekly shift? Typical.

“Hi, what can I get for you?” I had to be polite without being too friendly. Didn’t want to start anything, one way or the other.

“Uh…Blue Mountain. Little bit of milk, two spoonfuls of sugar. Zzrrbbitt.”

“Coming right up.” I quickly tried to fulfill his order, never making eye contact – or light contact, in this case.

There was a painful sort of silence between us. He fidgeted a little in his seat, making a bit of a clinking sound. He looked like he was trying to figure out something to say, and I hoped he wouldn’t speak up. But he did.

“So…where’d you move from?”

I winced, knowing I had to respond. This wasn’t the kind of question you could just nod to or shake your head. “I came from Starville. I got a bullied a lot there, so I finally packed up and moved.”

“Why did they bully you?” He looked at me quizzically.

“…They said I was fat,” I responded quietly as I looked down at my waistline. It hadn’t gotten much smaller, in spite of the countless diets I’d tried implementing.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I know what it’s like to be made fun of for the way you look, zzrrbbitt.” He looked at the mug I had just placed under him and reached for it. I felt guilt welling up inside of me.

“My mom always told me that it doesn’t matter how you look, it’s what’s inside that counts. Cheesy, right?” I gave a rueful laugh as I put the coffeepot back where it belonged.

“She should be right, though, but it seems like she’s not. Everywhere I go, it’s the same. ‘Oh, let’s stay away from Ribbot.’ ‘Ribbot looks so ugly.’ I never get to make any friends,” he sighed, as he took a sip of his coffee. “This coffee is great, by the way.”

“Thanks. And I never made many friends either, until I came here. Animals are so much less judgmental than humans.”

“That’s what you think until you are an animal. Then everyone’s on the same plane, and animals don’t hesitate to judge fellow animals. Humans have it sweet, zzrrbbit.”

“I guess that’s true,” I conceded. I looked at Ribbot for a moment, and I realized that he was sniffling. No tears, though. “This must upset you to talk about,” I told him, patting his hand on the counter. I began to sympathize with the poor frog.

“It does.” We made eye contact. And for the first time, I didn’t see Ribbot as a grotesque mistake of nature – I saw him as another living being. Like me.

Ribbot got up suddenly, placed three hundred Bells on the counter, and walked towards the door. As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he turned back to me. “I’m going on a run tomorrow morning, eight sharp. Do you…want to come along?”

I smiled. “Sure. I’ll be there. Eight sharp.” Maybe some jocks weren’t all bad…maybe.
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Okay Abbie, you've got me interested! Now you better give me more to read!!
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Thanks, Kassie! I'll post the next few chapters after either one more person has posted feedback on this thread, or on Thursday if I remember.
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I'll be sure to remind you, Abbie. I'm looking forward to reading more of your story.
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Looks  pretty good so far! Never read anything on this board before, but this has got me interested. Cant wait for more
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Awesome! Thanks, Bumble It being Sunday, do you guys mind if I post tomorrow?
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CHAPTER 4

I rolled out of bed at seven the next morning. I can’t believe I’m doing this, I chided myself. Why was I knocking myself out for some jock robot frog that I just met? This was ridiculous. But I got up anyway, grabbed some breakfast, pulled on some sweats and walked out the door at exactly 7:55 AM.

I knocked on Ribbot’s house at 7:59. Not bad, I thought to myself. I was known for being late, so this was a pretty good first impression for me to make (for a change). The whole reason I met Pompom was because we were both late for our train…

"”OHMYGOODNESS, I am like, sooooo sorry, rahrah!” A white duck with a tuft of blonde hair looked down at me apologetically as I stooped over to pick up my dropped ticket.

“Oh, that’s okay, accidents happen!” I laughed, as I scooped up the ticket she’d knocked out of my hand.

“It’s just, I was in such a hurry, I’m late for my train, and I just like can NOT be late for where I’m going,” she mumbled back to me.

“Don’t sweat it!” I smiled at her. “I’m late, too – I have a bad habit of that. Let’s go to the train together. If we’re running in the same direction, maybe we won’t collide again,” I chuckled. We dashed together to the train, and the porter barely had our tickets checked in time. We hopped onto the step right as the engine began to chug. “By the way, my name is Camryn,” I told her, sliding into my seat.

“I’m Pompom, rahrah. It’s super great to meet you!” she beamed, plopping down next to me. "
Ribbot’s door opened with a squeak. 8:00. Sharp. “Hey, ladybro, you made it!” The edges of his bolted mouth turned up in a grin.

“Of course I did! So where are we headed?”

I was not ready for this run.

Ribbot started off at a light pace. I kept up easily, my ponytail bobbing along behind me. It was a breezy morning, and tufts of my hair kept flying into my face. Pff. Pff!

“You doin’ all right, there, Camryn?” Ribbot glanced at me.

“Yeah, never better!” I lied through my teeth. Ribbot seemed to take this as his cue. With that, he doubled his speed and left me in the dust. My mouth hung agape. How could a robot run so fast? Not one to give up easily, I doubled my speed as well and caught up to him.

“You’re pretty fast, zzrrbbitt!” he beamed. “Wanna speed up a little?”

“No, no, that’s okay – I, uh, haven’t jogged in a while, and I’m…rusty.” It was sort of true. I had run the mile in school for the FitnessGram Pacer test. But that was the last and only time. Until now.

“Ah, okay, ladybro! This is a good speed, anyway,” he conceded. I disagreed.

We made it to the beach – our goal – in ten minutes. I was thoroughly exhausted, but I didn’t want Ribbot to notice. I was sweating bullets, too. “Ahh, cool water!” I sighed, leaping into the icy ocean water. “This feels great!” I looked up at Ribbot, still standing on the shore. He had a look in his lights that I hadn’t seen before. “Come on in, Ribbot, the water feels great!” He shuffled his feet.

“I…can’t.” He looked down at the sand as he drew a face in it with his toe.

“Why not? You’re a frog, right?” I laughed. “Frogs are the best swimmers ever!”

“Haven’t you noticed I’m not just a normal frog, Camryn? I’m a robot. Robots can’t get wet, or we short circuit. When I was little, I was out playing by myself. I saw these other frog kids, and I wanted to play with them, but they wouldn’t let me. It started to rain as they ran away. I was so hurt that I didn’t notice the rain. Until I felt a shock. My mom heard me shout in pain and dashed outside with an umbrella, picking me up and hurrying me inside. If I’d been outside any longer, I would’ve short circuited. I got close. That’s what this little black spot is,” he pointed to a spot on his arm. “Burnt metal.”

I was speechless. “Ribbot, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” I climbed out of the water quickly.

“No, that’s okay…I’m used to it.” He shrugged with a clank. I shook the water off my hand and patted his shoulder. How much can one frog go through?

CHAPTER FIVE

I hugged Pompom tightly, not wanting to let her go. I snuck a glance at her suitcase on the ground. “You’re really leaving?” I sniffled.

“Yeah, rahrah. I’m, like, so sorry, Cam. But this is my chance!” She looked up at me, her eyes begging for my approval. “You know I’ve wanted to be a singer for, like, ever. The girl says I have ‘potential.’ I can do this, Cam, but I can’t leave until I know you’re okay with it.”

“I know.” I hugged her again. “Good luck, Pom. Call me every single day, twice a day, and if you miss once, I’m calling the police.” I laughed quietly.

“Promise, cross my heart, absolutely.” She smiled at me as she walked towards the train. “Bye, Camryn.” Her smile became watery as the train started to pull away. She raised her arm and waved once. And I waved back.

I trudged back to my house and opened the door. I missed my best friend already. So I did what I always did to try and feel better – paint. I’d discovered my love for painting when I was five years old, and I hadn’t given it up ever since. I yanked the cloth off of my latest work in progress, dipped my brush in the paint, and began. Flowers were my specialty. This time, I was painting a carnation arrangement. One of the hardest.

I was just about to sign my name at the bottom when my phone rang. My landline, since my cell was still busted. “Hello?” I began breathlessly. I had dashed to the phone so quickly, hoping it was Pompom.

“Hey, ladybro! Zzrrbbitt,” Ribbot’s now-familiar voice rang out. I was disappointed, yet pleased at the same time.

“Hi, Ribbot! What’s up?” I masked my disappointment by emphasizing the pleasure.

“I was hopin’ you might wanna join me on my evening run later,” he explained. “I do it in a rotation – morning on Monday, afternoon Wednesday, evening on Friday.”

“Um…” I shot a glance at all my unfinished paintings. “Yeah, sure! What time?”

“Six sharp.”

“Got it, I’ll be there!” I hung up the phone. What was I becoming? I had hated jocks for years, and now I’m going on runs with one? I must have been losing my mind.
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CHAPTER SIX

I knocked on Ribbot’s door at 6:04. Oops, I winced. Late. But the door opened anyway.

“Hey, ladybro! You’re late,” he observed.

“Yeah, I know, I know. I have a problem with that,” I admitted.

“No sweat, I was trying to finish a protein shake anyway.” He closed his door and we started to jog.

“Hey, why aren’t you going towards the beach?” I panted.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you yet, zzrrbbitt. I jog in the forest on Fridays,” he responded, approaching the campsite. I slowed down.

“Um…the outskirts of town, you mean?” I was afraid of the Outskirts. No one was ever in the Outskirts. Except Ribbot, apparently.

“Yeah, totally! It seems like an awesome place to jog, zzrrbbitt. I’ve never jogged there, since I just moved in, but I jogged in the forest in my old town, and I wanna keep it up!” he declared, moving into the Outskirts.

“Ooookay…” I followed him warily.

It got dark fast. It was only March, so the sun still set early. “Ribbot, it’s awfully dark in here,” I mumbled.

“No worries,” he laughed, reaching for a dial on the side of his head. He turned it forwards just a smidgen, and his headlight-eyes got way brighter. The forest was now drowned in light.

“Whoa, awesome!” I smiled. This frog was full of surprises. No longer afraid, I jogged along beside him in companionable silence.

Things weren’t awkward between us anymore. We had more similarities than differences, in a way. Sure, he was a jock and I was an intellectual. Sure, he was a robot and a frog. But it didn’t seem to matter like it had on day one. We had built some kind of bond. We weren’t super close yet, obviously, we had only met three weeks before, but I actually began to consider Ribbot a friend. Which is what I told Pompom that night on the phone.

“Wow, Cam, and you thought I liked jocks,” she teased.

“No, it’s not like that,” I defended myself honestly. I couldn’t be in love with a frog, gross! But we were developing quite a friendship. “He’s not like most jocks, though. He’s not a total meathead. He’s kind of sensitive, and sweet, and compassionate. And his eyes work like flashlights, Pom, how cool is that?!”

Pompom laughed at me. “He sounds great, Cam, and I’m glad you’re getting to spend time with someone while I’m gone. Maybe that way, you won’t miss me too much! Oh, and I met someone,” she began. Here we go. “His name is Frederick, but he hates that, so he told me to call him Scoot. He wears the cutest helmet, and he has these big biceps, and he’s such a hunk!” she squealed.

Now it was my turn to laugh at her. “Already? You work fast! Is he interested?”

“I think so. He was staring at me, but that may have been because I had broccoli in my teeth all day. I’m not sure.”

“Well, tomorrow, just carry floss.”
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Some more good reads! Keep up the good work. I like how your story is very dialogue-centric, which makes it more fun to read, cuz it really gives the characters a character
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Thanks!
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I love this story and I'm glad that Camryn and Ribbot are becoming friends!
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Thank you! Me too.
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I have more written, but I've come down with something and don't know when I'll be posting it. Hope you all understand.
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Of course, Abbie. Take care of yourself ! We'll be here when you feel up to posting.
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Thanks!

oops

i should get posting/writing again, huh
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Then here you go!

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Can you fix it?”

The seagull’s face contorted into a puzzled expression, which turned into a pleased one, as he held my cell phone in his hand.

“Yes, I believe so! Why, this reminds me of the time-”

“Thanks, Gulliver,” I chuckled. I knew better than to let him start one of his travel tales. The gull had done everything – he’d traveled in space, manned a ship on the sea, and fallen off said ship about eighteen times this year alone. When he had been a space traveler, he’d been alone, and if something went wrong on the ship, he had to fix it himself. That’s how he learned so much about technology. Everyone in town saved their broken gadgets for the next time Gulliver washed up onshore, myself included.

“-that a lass in Scotland asked me to fix her toaster. Why, I’d never seen a toaster in such a state! You’d think she’d have put the thing in a toaster. But no, she’d tried to toast a sea bass! Can you believe it? All toasters toast toast, no toasters toast sea bass,” he muttered. I rolled my eyes. He never did stop once he started.

I was, however, amazed by how quickly he fixed my cell phone. By the time he’d finished his story about the girl who tried to toast a sea bass, he’d also fixed my phone. Good as new. “Thanks a bundle!” I called as I walked back towards my house. I hadn’t been able to use this thing in weeks, and I missed it dearly.

I also missed my friend dearly. Pompom had now been gone for a week, and I was really starting to get lonely. So I tapped the numbers on my now-functional screen and waited for her to pick up.

“Hey, this is Pompom!”

“Pom! I’ve missed you so mu-“

“If you’re, like, trying to talk to me, I’m sorry! I can’t answer the phone right now. Call me back later, or leave a message if you want to, rahrah! Bye!” And that was it. I guess she was busy.

CHAPTER EIGHT


“Catch me if you can, zzrrbbitt!” Ribbot laughed, dashing away from me. After Pompom missed my calls, I figured I’d see if Ribbot was interested in some company on his evening run. He was.

“I’m trying!” I called after him. He was still too fast for me, but I had gotten a lot faster. My waistline was also getting smaller, miraculously. Ribbot had made other friends in town, but he chose me for his running companion as a general rule. We went running together every Monday now, but this was Friday. Maybe I’d join him on Fridays, too. This was fun.

“I’m gonna getcha-oh!” I tripped over a rock. Ribbot came to a screeching halt and hurried to my side.

“Hey, you all right, ladybro?” He sounded concerned. With good reason.

“I think I sprained it,” I said, grasping my left ankle.

“No sweat, ladybro, I’ll help you get back home.” He placed a robotic arm under my shoulders and practically carried me to the doorway of my house.

“Thanks, Rib.” I smiled at him.

“What are friends for?” He smiled back. Friends, I thought. I had actually become friends with Ribbot. I can honestly say I never saw it coming.

“It’s a shame I can’t join you for that special post-run shake,” I chuckled. Every Monday morning, we went back to his place for his “special shake.” It was special, all right – three egg yolks and a spoonful of mustard, along with other catastrophes. But I had gotten used to it, and I could actually drink it without gagging now. Not that I liked it.

“I’ll make you two on Monday! If you can still run, that is,” he commented, looking sadly at my ankle.

“Oh, that,” I waved my hand through the air nonchalantly. “Don’t worry about this, it’s happened before. It’ll be better in a couple days. I’ll be there at eight sharp Monday.”

“Okay, ladybro. See you then!” He jogged back to his house, which was pretty far away. I didn’t think he’d mind.

I uncovered one of my paintings. A storm scene. Perfect. I listened to the quiet, almost constant roll of thunder in the difference. A doozy of a storm was in the forecast, and I was glad to be inside, away from it.

I began to paint just as the lightning started to flash. “This one’s a whopper,” I mumbled to myself. The lightning was now flickering often, like a child playing with the light switch. Bright. Dark. Bright. Dark again. Boom, the thunder shouted. That escalated quickly. Five minutes ago, the thunder was just a comforting rumble. Now my house was shaking! “Enough for tonight,” I decided, covering my painting once more and crawling into bed. I didn’t mind the storm. Rain had a nice sound, and I could sleep through anything, so the thunder didn’t matter. I was thankful to be covered and safe from this monstrosity.

I woke up early the next morning. It was cloudy out, but there wasn’t a drop of rain or a rumble of thunder. I don’t know why, but I decided to call Ribbot and invite him over for breakfast. Pancakes. My specialty. “Hey, this is Ribbot, zzrrbbitt! I’m out running around, but leave a message!” Then the tone beeped. Weird, I thought, he doesn’t usually sleep this late, and the phone should’ve waken him up. After giving it two more tries, I finally decided I should go over and check on him. Maybe that post-run shake had given him food poisoning.

I skipped breakfast and hurried out the door, briskly walking towards Ribbot’s house. I ignored the calls of “Hello!” and “Good morning!” directed at me. I was busy, and I was also concerned. That didn’t make sense. Why was I concerned? He just didn’t answer his phone. No big deal. And yet, I couldn’t shake it off. I walked even faster.

When I crossed the bridge, I realized that Ribbot was standing outside his house. “Ribbot!” I called, waving. He didn’t budge. “Ribbot?” I figured he didn’t hear me. I got a little closer and realized he wasn’t leaving his house. Or going into it. His hand was frozen in midair, reaching for the doorknob. And water was dripping from his arm.


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Perfect time to pause, Abbie.

''I listened to the quiet, almost constant roll of thunder in the difference'.

Did you meant distance?
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Here we go!

CHAPTER NINE

“Ribbot!” I cried. He didn’t move. No, he hadn’t heard me. Because he hadn’t made it in from the storm.

I felt like such a jerk. There I had been, happily painting away, not even thinking about Ribbot trying to get home. He doesn’t watch television much, so of course he hadn’t known the forecast. He hadn’t carried an umbrella. He was trying to fight his way home in the pouring rain, and he didn’t make it. Panic struck me. He couldn’t move, he couldn’t speak. I didn’t know what to do. He hadn’t given me any instructions on what to do if he short-circuited – which, obviously, he had – because he never expected to. “Ribbot,” I reached for his arm. “Ouch!” I shouted. He had shocked me. Then I realized that I had another problem. I had no way of moving him.

Then an idea came to me. Maybe Gulliver was still in town. Maybe. Maybe he could repair Ribbot. Maybe. Now I just had to find him. I ran from Ribbot as fast as I could, making my way to the museum.

“Blathers!” I screamed.

“Eh…WOT?!” His eyes bugged open. “Oh, yes! Welcome to the Sunnydale-“

“There isn’t time. Has Gulliver checked out yet?” I stole a glance up the stairs.

“No, no he hasn’t, but he said he’d be leaving this morning. Eh, what’s the matter?” I was already halfway up the stairs by the time he finished his question.

The mayor had decided to turn the top floor of the museum into a four-room inn, rather than four extra exhibits. Good thing, too, because we had a lot of visitors. I pounded on each door. “Gulliver!” I called. “Gulliver!” “Gulliver!” “Gull-“ I was cut short.

“What, what do you want?” He rubbed his eyes sleepily. I grabbed his wing and pulled him towards Ribbot’s house. “Hey, what is this, a kidnapping?” He tried to wriggle his wing free, but he couldn’t. I had gotten stronger after exercising with Ribbot.

“Ribbot is hurt,” I told him shortly.

“Well, then, you need Doc. Why are you dragging me into this?” he interrogated me, still trying to get free from my grasp.

“He’s a robot. He short-circuited. You’re the only person in town that has a chance at helping him.”

“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so? Now, this reminds me of the time-“

“Shut up, Gulliver,” and I pulled him even harder. He kept up with me at a miraculous pace.

We reached Ribbot’s house in no time. Thankfully, it was located near Main Street, which is where the museum is. I showed him Ribbot’s lifeless form and warned him of the risk of electric shock. “Yes, I see the problem…he did short-circuit, didn’t he?” He muttered quietly to himself for a little while, walking around Ribbot and examining him, before I lost all patience.

“Can you fix him?” I interrupted.

“Well, I…”

“Can you fix him?!” I looked at him with pleading eyes, and his eyes met mine.

“I…”
“I’ll do what I can.”

CHAPTER TEN

I paced anxiously outside Gulliver’s door. I sighed heavily as I looked at my watch. Hour three. My heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I heard my cell phone ring. “Hello?”

“Hey, Cam! Sorry I missed you, rahrah, life’s just been so crazy lately! So, what’s the haps? I wanna know EVERYTHING!” Pompom sounded so happy.

That’s when I poured my heart out. I told her how close Ribbot and I had become and what I’d discovered that morning, and, through my tears, I told her how afraid I was. And how guilty I felt. “Oh, Cam, that’s not your fault, rahrah…”

“Yes, it is, Pompom, I’ve ruined everything! Even if Gulliver can *sniffle* fix him, he may never – “ I let out a shaky sob. “ – never work like he *sob* used to. Gulliver doesn’t know how to fix robots, just UFOs and cell phones and toasters and all that useless *sniff* stuff. It’s hopeless,” I cried. Pompom just sat in silence for a moment.

“…Cam.”

I sniffed once more. “Yeah?”

“Things are going to be okay.”

“I hope you’re right, Pom.”

I didn’t even hear Brewster’s feet coming up the stairs to the guest rooms. He handed me a coffee in a to-go cup silently. “On the house,” he whispered. “Consider it a thank-you for all your help.” I returned his graciousness with a smile, but said nothing. “How’s the frog?” Everyone in town knew how close Ribbot and I were by this point. It was hard to miss – we were always together, whether we were out for a run, a shop, or a cup of coffee at the Roost. We did everything together. I shrugged. Didn’t really feel like talking. Brewster patted my shoulder with his wing and walked downstairs.

I heard the gentle lull of conversation downstairs. Brewster and Blathers. They were talking about me. I missed a few words, being so far away, but I could tell they were concerned.

“She doesn’t look so good.”

“Eh, wot? I hadn’t been up…how is the fellow?”

“Apparently not too great…shrugged when I…”

“That bad, eh? I’ll…her later. She needs…alone right now, it seems to me.”

“Guess so. Still, I’m worried…anyway…nice day.”

Then Gulliver opened the door.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Is he all right?”

“Well, lass, you see, he…” Gulliver rubbed the back of his neck. I could tell he was tired. “He really got pretty banged up in that rain.” My heart sank.

“So there’s nothing we can do?” Tears welled up in my eyes.

“Well, I could fix him if I had the proper parts. But the nearest town to get those from is hundreds, maybe thousands of miles away, and I don’t think we have long. His battery will shut down if we don’t get the power going to it soon, and I’ve never seen a battery like his. Think it’s one of a kind. If it conks out, we’re through. I’m sorry, lass, there’s just nothing I can do. It’s impossible.” Gulliver turned back to his door.

“…Wait!” I called. His hand froze as he reached for his doorknob. His head turned to face mine.

“Lass, I’ve told you –“

“What if I can get the parts? Then can you fix him?”

“Ehh…I don’t know. It looks like a tricky job, even for someone with skill of my caliber.”

“At least, can you try?” I pleaded with my eyes. He just couldn’t say no. He couldn’t.

“I’ll do my best, lass. But I’d say we’ve got about four days at best. You see, most of the wires cut out after he short-circuited, but two of ‘em are still operating. They’re not doing much, though, and soon they won’t be doing anything. They’re not built to operate under this much stress, so they could go any time. And once they go under, the battery runs out of juice and he’s out of here. There’s nothing any of us can do at that point. Four days, you hear me? I’ll give you a list of what I need.”

“I’ll get right on it.”
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