Bobby woke up exhausted.
Not just tired—drained. Like something had been siphoning the energy out of him while he slept. His limbs ached. His brain felt foggy. Even opening his eyes had taken effort.
But he forced himself up.
After everything with XX-66, after the twisted metallic silence of the ride home and the ice-cold message from Future Bob—
"It's not over yet. The rest will come after you sooner or later."
He couldn’t afford to stay in bed.
The moment he opened his bedroom door, the robot stood there.
Silent.
Watching.
Its blank face made Bobby feel like a test subject in a lab. Not even BF-85 had stared this hard. This deep.
“I’m going to school,” Bobby muttered, grabbing his bag.
XX-66 said nothing. But it followed him to the front door.
“You’re not coming,” Bobby added
