A story collection of some of Strawbei's memories, told from beginning to recently.
BEFORE YOU READ: Idk how to write Lightman I'm sowwy 😭
Footsteps.
"Strawberry?"
"Oh- Yes, Mr. Lightman?"
"Can I talk to you for a moment?"
Beat.
"I think so."
More footsteps, this time coupled with some lighter footsteps, going down a hall of some kind. The footsteps stop.
"What did you want to talk about, sir?"
"Well, it's a chat I figured we should have before you start working."
"Oh. What is it?"
"The thing is, Strawberry, I have some concerns that your appearance may be off-putting to clients."
"My... appearance?"
"Your head."
"Oh yeah! That! What's wrong with it?"
"Well, the shape of it could potentially be a little... strange for clients, and maybe frightening, especially if one of said clients is a child."
"... Oh. Is that bad?"
"Yes. So I wanted to ask you a favour."
"What is it?"
"You need to be extra nice and polite with your clients."
"Why?"
Silence.
"If you're nice and polite to the clients, they may not be as alarmed. If they see the supposedly big scary robot as harmless, they'll continue with you as a therapist!"
"Ah. So I have to not scare them?"
"Precisely."
"But... what if I scare them anyway?"
"Who knows? Maybe they'll continue coming anyway, maybe they won't."
"I don't want to scare them..."
"Strawberry, all you need to do is be polite, alright? You are an otherwise functional robot, and I know you can do this."
