Robot Franky Novels & Stories

Frankie instructed. "Yes, sir," the servant responded and headed upstairs. At that moment, Frankie flipped to a childhood photo of Raiden, around five years old, hugging a panda plush toy—completely naked—his little lips pouted in clear discontent. He proudly pointed it out to Skyler, unable to hold back his laughter.

I finally let it out, and Sasha’s eyes almost bulged out of her sockets. “What?” she yelled at the top of her voice, and Mr Freddie turned me around to face him. “Are you joking or are you serious?” he asked me, and I shook my head. “I've never been one to joke around, Mr Freddie. You know that” I told him, and his eyes grew round too. “I should get us coffee first. We need to drink something while listening to you,” Sasha interjected, and Mr Freddie nodded in agreement as he waved her off.

The robots nodded their heads “you are our Master and we were built to co-join with you so we may function at one hundred percent of our capability sir.” Francesco rubbed his chin as the explanation only made him more curious as his imagination immediately ran wild. His eyes widened slightly “okay?” he nodded slowly “I think I get it now” The robots remained silent as Francesco continued “if I am right you mean you can enter my body yeah?” He pointed toward himself “and just like in those cyborg movies, I become the host yeah?” this time the excitement in Francesco became noticeable. “Meaning I can have all of you inside me, and then you can come out whenever you want right”

Franklyn hesitated, still unsure, especially since he had driven his own car here and didn't fully trust his perverted chief. "Haha... Chief, I came here in my own car, so, uh... you can leave," Franklyn said with a nervous laugh. "I said, are you coming or not? Don’t make me repeat myself," Adler replied, his tone sharp and commanding. Franklyn gulped and, with no choice, hopped into Adler’s luxurious Bugatti La Voiture Noire.

But why would I avoid him? "I don't know, Val. I'll just go with the flow. I will avoid him as I can," I retorted that making them nod. Soon our order arrived. We opened our bags and reach for our wallets. We gave 200 pesos each. The price of a large frappe is 196 pesos. We told the waiter that he should keep the change. The waiter smiled and thanked us before he left. I put the wallet back in my bag and closed it. I then reached for my frappe and put the straw in it as I took a sip on it.

Once we have stopped moving and got comfortable, Frankie turns to me with a cold smile that actually sends a chill through me. "Now what the fuck happened."

“We can return the favor of you letting us stay here.” Franky shook his head. “I appreciate the offer, but it’s too far from work. The public needs me with all the crooked cops there are now,” he said. “Besides, I’m going to find Sara and warn her she’s the next target and she needs to be careful.” “If you’re sure…” I trailed off. I was stuck between wanting to inform the Moltons and being worried about Franky being alone. “It’s all right, Audry. I’ve been carrying my gun around at all times and you know I can take care of myself. Don’t worry about me,” he reassured. Or tried to. I couldn’t shake the bad feeling in my chest though.

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Sterling,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

Franky’s there, sipping on a whiskey, telling one of his famous bad jokes to Earl, one of the bartenders. “Franky,” I interrupt. “I need you to do something for me.” “Aye, Dominic,” he laughs. “Need a hot tip on the NFL? Well, I’ve got one for you just as long as you cut me in—” “This is serious, Franky,” I say, leveling my eyes at him. Franky may be a jokester with more than a couple drinks in him, but we’ve been through more than a few things together, and I know I can rely on him. “I need one of your specials. And I need it now.”

Franky realizes he’s waiting for her to answer his question. “I don’t know,” Franky says as he punches the wall, a hand spam away from her head. Her eyes close as he rips the wall open and yells ‘fuck' into the room. When she doesn’t smell his cologne, Franky slowly opens her eyes. He throws his cigarette to the ground and extinguishes it with his feet. He looks at Franky for a good minute before walking toward the door. “Please don’t harm my sister,” Franky says, halting the man for a second before he continues walking to the door.