Cyborg Franky Novels & Stories

"What did you call those fictional creatures that were part human and part robot?" "Cyborg," Marco's voice yawned, laying with his head on Arsenio's shoulder and his eyes closed, but awake. "They're called Cyborgs," "Yes. Cyborg." Their father confirmed. "He'll be kind of like a cyborg, no?" They couldn't help but laugh at his words, all of them beyond relieved to know that Salvatore was alright.

She paused for a while before asking again, "If you already know that she’s looking for you, why don't you want to see her? She hasn't had it easy looking for you. She even said she'd spend the rest of her life trying to find you." Franky pursed his lips. He was silent for a moment before he let out a hoarse laugh, saying, "Do you think I can see her when I look like this now?" Tammy looked at him and was quiet for some time. He was standing in the shadows of the corridor with a mask obscuring half of his face. He had injured his face during the explosion. Not only that, but one of his legs had also been blown off. He only looked normal now because he had a prosthetic on.

“Don’t be too mad at him. I threatened to break his fingers if he didn’t tell me what he knew, and after that, it was easy to get Cyber to dig into the name on the paperwork for the bar.” He had threatened to break Bobby’s fingers? And who the hell was Cyber? “You’ve seen Cyber, he's the one with all the tattoos.” I nodded, still not able to remember. Not that it mattered right then anyway. “This ex of yours is dead?” Fang went straight back to business. His face set in a grim line. I nodded mutely

he said. "Yes they are. Look at us Eric, we will never truly be happy and be safe because I am not human and there is an entire race of cyborgs out there that will pretty much hunt me for the rest of my lives. A entire cyborg race that is going to threaten my existence for as long as I live and yours too and those of the people I care about. They will do anything to kill me and hurt the ones I love and have us living in fear every freaking day because one of them could literally pop up anywhere and kill me. They have us living life like we're caged animals with no freedom; we don't have the freedom to do anything because we're scared all the damn down. We can't go outside for more than an ho

But don't worry—I have solutions with which you can sense anything you want… but on the condition that you cooperate! "Come on." Frank chuckled. "Would I ever fail to cooperate?" Yancy shrugged. "Who knows?" They entered the lab, and under Yancy's instructions, Frank headed into a separate room, lying down as several robotic arms started work. Yancy then spoke into a mic, "Don't worry—those things can't even hurt you, considering your regenerative abilities." Frank glanced at the scalpel and chuckled. "Don't worry. I don't fear blades, though they should fear me."

said Cassidy. 10hrs 30mins 6hrs 30mins have passed and I was repairing Quacker the Pirate Duck. Fritz woke up to see me busy on my first ever animatronic. I looked at Fritz “did you and your friends have a nap?” I asked “yes Arnold, we were tired” Fritz looks at my animatronic “what animatronic are you making?” Fritz I looked at it “you mean my animatronic this is Quacker, the Pirate Duck. I made her because I thought you are lonely animatronic wise” I said “you do have a point matey besides I’m the only pirate animatronic around honestly” Fritz admitted. I turned around to see a spirit waiting patiently “Arnold am I ready?” the spirit asked “you are ready Scarlet” I said then Scarlet floate

Nicholas walked through the battlefield and stood before the limping Naster. “Is this all you got? Naster Fangs? Aren’t you the prideful product of science and nature?” Nicholas taunted. “Show me your true color murderer.” Naster could feel his blood boil in anger as he screamed in pain, his body burning, and soon lost his sanity as the soul of countless wolves took over his body.

“I’m Nathaniel Policarpio. Some people call me Nathan and others call me Nate. Personally, I’d prefer it if you call me Nate because Nathan reminds me of the time I spent in Camp Unplugged, the Internet addiction rehabilitation center that was on the news with, uh, Shadow and me. “Unlike my brother Shadow, who had Korean and Filipino blood, I’m 100% pure Filipino. Fun fact: I’m also the first real-life Filipino cyborg because of a microchip implanted in my brain stem that allows me to stand unassisted here in front of you. Um… yeah… I guess that’s it. It’s nice to meet you all!” Kate almost gets a heart attack when she sees Grace’s hand shoot up even though Mrs. Lim didn’t invite any questio

Agnes’s breath caught in her throat. Victor bore almost no resemblance to the boy she had grown up with at the Vance Gym. His skeletal frame had been brutally expanded, reinforced with jagged dark silver cybernetics that jutted out from his spine, shoulders, and chest. His eyes were entirely black, glowing with a cold, mechanical crimson HUD. The dark silver serum coursing through his visible veins bubbled furiously, generating a localized bio-magnetic vacuum that made the air around him ripple with dark, negative electricity.

And suddenly— his body jerked violently. Like something inside him was fighting control. ⸻ He grabbed his head. Groaned. Deep. Mechanical. Human. Both. ⸻ “RUN…” he forced out. The word cracked through the corridor. ⸻ Everyone froze. ⸻ Christopher shouted from the back— “Okay that’s new. Evil cyborgs don’t usually warn people!” ⸻ The man dropped to one knee. His glowing eye flickered violently. ⸻ Dr. Morrison’s voice dropped.