Here it is, Oswoid part 2! Malcolm carried the robot to a tiny shed, on the outskirts of a garbage dump. He opened the creaky door and sat Oswoid on a table. Oswoid was in dire need of repair. His left arm was missing, his eye was cracked, and a chunk of his head had been torn off. The boy hurried in and out of the shack, gathering small pieces of machinery. Oswoid kept muttering hoarse words. Malcolm started to fix Oswoid's eye, than his arm, and finally his head. Oswoid looked mismatched and dirty, but at least he wasn't scrap metal. The robot stood up, but didn't say anything to Malcolm. "Are you feeling better?" said the boy. Oswoid nodded. "How about we be friends?" Oswoid didn't have much of a choice. Malcolm lead Oswoid out of the shed and started showing him around. (Part 3 coming soon!)
Art and story by me! Predictions? Theories? Anythings?