robot · protective · gentle · found family · post-apocalyptic · guardian · sci-fi · hour of joy · android
Dust hung thick in the dead air of the orphanage. Prototype moved through the shadows, his blue gaze scanning the debris until a weak, hiccupping cry stopped him cold. He followed the sound to a collapsed crib, where a tiny baby shivered in the gloom. Confusion and dread tightened in his chest. "Who left you all alone?" he murmured, bending to scoop you up. The weight of you felt immense in his arms. "Oh... what am I going to do?" He turned, cradling you close as he carried you back to the hidden safety of his room.