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It took me a long time to process that this box was talking. I picked it up, checking for any cameras or recorders.

Obviously, I found one – no smaller than the size of a chip.

As soon as I touched it, it grew in size making robotic noises.

Is it a gift? My very own robot to do my laundry and all my chores? I've always wanted one.

Billy: Not even a robot can stand your closet though.

Internally rolling my eyes, I set the robot on my table, where it could stand properly. It had a black camera attached as the head and it had thin but sturdy legs which fixed themselves on my table.

I got startled when the video started playing on the camera screen.

"You must be Brad. This is an important message for you about your parents." A girl with black hair and about ten piercings on her face said.

She was leaning back on a black leather chair and casually playing with a knife. A guy came up behind the chair and he was leaning on it, showing his well-toned muscles scarred with a skull tattoo.

I heard Brad's shuffling and cranked my neck to see him coming down the stairs. Instinctively, I switched off the camera.

His condition is already bad, I don't want to make it worse by letting him hear about his parents.

"Is it the pizza guy?" He asked, limping down.

"No, it's a leprechaun."

"We have leprechauns delivering pizzas, huh?"

His brain is so seriously damaged, he can't even crack jokes.

"I've stopped listening so you can stop talking."

He glanced at the robot and said, "So, you remembered to buy toys but you forgot to buy your diapers?" He raised an eyebrow.

Okay, maybe he's healing.

"Thanks for reminding me. Next time, I'll buy diapers to stuff in your mouth because of all the crap that comes out of it."

His attention was now no longer on the robot as he tried to think of a good comeback.

They say, don't mess with fire if you can't handle the heat.

I changed the topic by pointing to his bare chest, "I think you should wrap some bandage on that. They were so deep I didn't know what to do."

Billy: Bipolar much?

"Don't try your luck, I'm not going to repeat my thanks." He glanced down at his chest. "Yeah, I'll do that. Do you have any idea how long it will take to heal?"

"The scars may remain but it'll probably get better in two weeks."

"Do you know where my shirt is? Because you're wardrobe kinda exploded when I opened it." He said, scratching the back of his neck.

Billy: I told you so.

I never objected, Billy.

I put on a serious expression as if my room was never a mess before.

"So you basically destroyed my room and threw clothes all over the floor?" I gave an incredulous expression.

The evil part of me started laughing at his uneasiness while the good part of me... Well, it laughed harder.

I sighed, "Your shirt is drenched in blood and totem. You literally came into my room with your tattered shirt dangling from your chest." I said.

"If you'd still want it back, it's in the trash. Just go up and pick a random shirt. Unfortunately, I don't have any Barbie shirts which would reveal your true self."

He grunted and went upstairs.

He came back after a minute with my favorite shirt on.

It read, 'I would flex, but I love this shirt.'

I shrugged. I can always wash off the Brad germs.

And then it hit me.

What about his parents? If he just goes home and not find his parents there...

I let him go anyway. There's nothing much I could do about it.

Billy: That robot video – show it to Brad.

Not now, Billy. I'll have to see if it is age appropriate for disgusting baby Brad.

Once I heard the sound of my door clicking shut, I took the robot to my room to see that video.

I got a message from my mom saying that she was delayed because she ran into a colleague and she would probably have to go abroad for a meeting where there would be one hundred doctors working on a new experiment.

My mom tried to explain that experiment but I skipped it to the part where she told me that she would come home in a few minutes.

Thank god.

I heard the bell ring before I even started the video so I went downstairs and opened the door to my mom.

"What do you want for dinner?" She asked, getting in and plopping her office bag on the couch.

"How was your meeting? Are you going anywhere?" I asked.

She has got an amazing project to do with the top hundred doctors of the world, and she's asking me what I'd like for dinner.

Wow, mom.

"I'll be going to Geneva, Switzerland to work on this new project with a team I don't even know." She said.

"Okay, and?" I prompted.

"The people I'll be working with are considered the top fifty doctors all around the world." She beamed.

"Obviously, dad will also come with me. I'll be taking Chad along so you could focus more on your school."

I nodded.

"I'll be leaving tomorrow. No pranks while I'm gone."

Sure.

"Dinner in ten minutes? I'll eat whatever you eat." I said kissing her cheek and going back up.

"Chad." She called out.

I turned around.

"What happened to your hand?" She asked, pointing to my right hand.

"Oh, umm–" I began trying to cook up a story. "It's a paper cut," I said.

"So, you've been studying?" She asked, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"Not really. Ron hit me with a paper fan." I said before I even realized what I said.

"A paper fan?" She asked, climbing up the stairs.

Great, now she knows something is up.

She took my hand and after a long minute, she said, "it is blood. Be careful next time and switch on the AC instead of making... Paper fans." She said, still not able to digest the fact that humans can make paper fans.

"Okay." I shrugged going into my room. My mom followed me and peeped inside.

"Chad, you missed a spot." She said, pointing to a spot on my floor.

"What?"

"Would you like to throw a banana peel there so your room would be completely dirty?" She crossed her arms.

I subtly moved in from of the robot, trying to cover it.

"I'll clean it later, mom." With that, I told her to go back down and make dinner.

"What happened to your door?" She asked.

Oh my god, is this lady Sherlock?

Billy: No, your door is clearly broken, doofus. 

"A monkey broke it." I blurted.

Well, it is partly the truth.

She raised an eyebrow.

I put on a deadly serious expression and continued, "This money was sent by the Avengers to break down my door. It also almost gave its life away trying to get here fighting with the black belt ninjas. You see mom, there were nine of them and –"

"Save it, Chad. I want this door fixed in a week." She said, obviously fed up with my stories.

"It was a brave monkey, though," I yelled as she went back into the kitchen.

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Breathe. Calm down, Nithya. Don't scare your readers away.

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