It had been a year since he died. His son. Phil was in his workshop, almost too rusted to work wrench. His workshop, aka his garage, was filled with tools, tech, and whatnot, and smelled musty and of dust. He sneezed, then continued working.

"Dad? You ok?" His other son, Wilbur, came in with a plate in his hand, and walked over to him, while the door to the house shut with a bang. Wilbur kneeled down as Phil got his head out of the hunk of metal he was working on.

"Here, I made you a sandwich. You need to rest, you've been working all day." Wilbur said, holding the plate to him. Phil took it and picked it up. "Don't worry, I'm almost done."

Wilbur scoffed a little. "It's been 6 months since you started working on him. You can't just make another Tommy." He said as Phil started eating. Wilbur looked at the chunk of metal. Phil was right. He was almost done. It looked so much like him, his hair, face, everything. But he would never be his Tommy. His little brother.

As Phil was eating, Wilbur looked around. This place really needed to be cleaned. It used to be spotless before...the accident. But Phil was just too busy to notice. Phil's blonde hair glowed in the light through the one dirty window, contrasting deeply with Wilbur's brunette locks.

Phil looked at Wilbur, who was looking around the room. Phil finished his food and put the plate down. "I know, it's a real mess, I'll clean it soon."

Soon. The word that seemed to slip out of Phil's every sentence. Such a small word for such a big meaning.

"Oh yea! Do you wanna finish him with me? I just need to insert something." Phil asked. Wilbur looked at the robot thing. "You know what? Sure."

Phil stood up and went to one of his drawers, going through it vigorously, and pulled out a chip, grey with little green veins running through it. "This." Phil said. "Is a chip with all of the code we need. Including every recording memory of Tommy I have."

Wilbur looked at him. "Really?" He asked, and Phil nodded. He handed the chip to Wilbur, and pointed at the bots chest area. "There, where his heart would have been."

"Ew I'm not touching his chest-"

(not actually gonna happen just wanted to add that funny bit lol)

Wilbur took the chip from Phil's hand and inserted it into the gap.

The machine beeped and Wilbur looked in awe as it stood up.

"Wil?"

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