Robotboy Episode Novels & Stories

I mean, don’t rob a bank, just… get someone who would do stupid things with you just to make you happy, I have a friend like that, and his name is Jeremy. “As much as I’d appreciate that J, I’d rather we just drink our boos and wait for it to happen, but trust me. I have a plan…” I smirked He didn’t argue further, we just sat there, watching TV and drinking boos. ~~~Few minutes later~~~

he replies that's the thing with bots, they'll do anything you ask them for. "I want to call you Damien" I say, he just smiles and nod at me. I looked down at myself to find myself completely naked sleeping his arms. I was taking the day off work to enjoy having my robot, I informed my parents I'll be off only to be told they don't need to hear about my sexual adventure.

He scooped me up in a hug, his body trembling with joy. I couldn't help but touch his abs and say, "You're really different from those ordinary robots. If I had met you for the first time, I probably wouldn't have realized you're a robot." 008's eyes widened with curiosity as he asked, "What do the other robots look like?" "They…" I trailed off, taking a moment to ponder about it. "I haven't really interacted with other robots, but from what I've heard, none of them have independent thinking."

The sex bot lay on a sterile white bed. Emerson recognised the boy now. This was the kid, Leroy, who had come to his company to sell them a wack sex robot with an iron penis that wouldn't definitely injure a woman's hole. He was also the kid who had ‘this’ sex bot, Porsche, delivered. “Ten... nine... eight...” The boy’s voice in the video counted down. Each number was a whisper of hope. Unconsciously, Emerson began mouthing the countdown. “Seven… six… five…” His voice was barely audible, but he stopped himself at “three,” shaking his head. “Stop it, Emerson. This is not a countdown for a show.”

His gaze shifted toward the fallen robotic dog, and his deep eyes showed a glint of curiosity. He gestured with his hand, and Igor immediately approached. Igor picked up the robotic dog and handed it over to Andrew. Frowning, a chill settled between Andrew's brows. Elio pressed the switch twice, but Roblox twitched slightly before losing power completely. "El, what's wrong with Roblox?" Junie asked worriedly. Elio furrowed his brow, looking troubled. "Roblox ran out of battery." A door creaked open. Thanks to his sharp hearing, Elio picked up the sound of the door opening. He immediately closed the surveillance footage and returned the laptop to the desk.

He pressed the wrong button, and suddenly the robot pulled out a wooden mallet, chasing Patrick and Lila around and whacking their heads. Anson: “?” Wait, what? That wasn’t supposed to happen! Robert saw the chaos and kicked him. “What are you fooling around for? Stop it right now!” As Robert tried to snatch the remote, Anson refused to let go. In the struggle, Robert accidentally pressed another button. The robot let out a string of “hiya, hiya!” and slammed both Patrick and Lila unconscious. Robert: “…” How did that happen? He shoved the remote back at Anson and snapped, “Look what you’ve done!”

"This is Little Robo. His older brother is head of the dance crew. He wanted to come in here and ask for permission to do a three-minute show a little later." Noah turned back to look at the guy in all black except for his red beanie and matching shoes. "Little Robo?" The guy's arms fell flat against his side then came up slowly and stopped sharply as his entire body went into a robotic motion, and then he froze pointing at Noah. "My brother is Robo." His hand snaked back toward him again in a vibrating motion. "He taught me everything I know." Before Noah could respond, Roni's voice practically chirped. "That is so cool. And you guys are gonna do a show here tonight?"

"They're coming for the 'Data.' But we’re not data anymore. We’re **Evidence**." I turned to Sam. The teenager was staring at the giant robot in his driveway, then back at us. "Sam," I said. "You wanted to see the 'Full Game,' right?" Sam nodded slowly, his eyes wide. "Grab your phone," I commanded. "Start a 'Live Stream.' Tell the world that their toys aren't broken. Tell them they’re **Human**." --- ### The Battle for the Bedroom The giant Enforcer robot smashed through the front door of the house.

However, things did not go according to plan. As he flicked the switch to activate the robot, it went rogue. The fan started spinning violently, shredding his homework to bits. The straw arms detached and flew across the room, one of them hitting the teacher’s coffee cup, sending it crashing to the floor. Meanwhile, his little brother Kenta, who had somehow managed to sneak into the classroom, mistook the robot’s head for a snack and ate it. The teacher, eyes wide with disbelief, scribbled a comment on the assignment: