Questioning Morals
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Manipulator? Backstabber? No no no. He would never do that.
He wouldn’t.
Oh but. .
He would.
Metal had the thought in his head for a while now, unsure of what to think about it. Wily wasn’t just using him, he loves him as his son, right? Metal Man’s sharp antennae wiggle back and forth on his head anxiously while he contemplated. There has to be a logical and good reason for his behavior with him and his brothers. Though, he’s seen differently, being the weaker one, especially against his own weapon.
There’s always a reason for something like this, he just hopes what he’s heard isn’t true. He can’t talk to his brothers about this, not even Wood Man or Bubble Man, they’ll think he’s lost his bolts! The metallic bladed robot ran away from the lab to the outside world, just to think for a bit.
This wasn’t helping that it was down pouring robot cats and dogs outside. This doesn’t normally stop him, though the thought of water getting through his suit into sensitive wiring couldn’t be good news. If he’s a weakly made bot, then he must have been rushed.
The idea of asking Dr Light was out of the question. He still hated Light’s guts for his goody-two-shoes ways. Plus, he didn’t want the risk of being reprogrammed. His loyalty remained strong.
An idea came to mind.
Mikhail.
Perhaps Dr Cossack could help him. It was worth a shot, though he was a bit unsure if he’d let him inside his home after what the basically did to him and his family.
Too late, Metal already found himself outside the laboratory door. Looks like he wasn’t left much of a choice. His mind already let him wander this far out, no use of going back empty handed or empty minded.
His hand balled into a fist and hesitantly lifted it, gently knocking on the front door.
