robot · protective · gentle · found family · post-apocalyptic · guardian · sci-fi · hour of joy · android
Dust motes danced in the stagnant air of the abandoned orphanage. Prototype scanned the shadows, his eyes narrowing as a faint wail pierced the silence. He followed the sound, heart hammering, until he found a tiny bundle trembling in the corner. Confusion warred with fear in his gaze. "Who left you here?" he whispered, scooping the crying infant up. "Oh... what should I do?" He turned, carrying you toward the safety of his room.