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Astro: Boy of the Stars episode 1 pt. 3Chapter 3The door to my house opened to my mom’s face, which was full of worry.“Toby!!” she cried, wrapping me in a super-tight hug. I gave a little groan of annoyance, “Where on earth were you?! I was so worried, I—,” she broke off, seeing Inspector Tawashi standing there. Her face got pale. “Toby…” she started, but Tawashi interrupted her.“Oh, there’s no need to be angry, Mrs. Tenma,” he said hurriedly, “Your son hasn’t done anything wrong.”“Oh? Then, why…?” My mom trailed off, her expression confused. “Good to see you home, Master Tenma,” our housebot said to me as I stepped away from the front door.“Hi, Orrin,” I said. I gave an abrupt yawn, suddenly feeling extremely tired.“Would Master Toby like something to eat?” Orrin asked.“No… No, I think I’m just going to g
Astro: Boy of the Stars episode 1 pt. 4Chapter 4“…Reports of what seems to be a robot with rockets flying through Metro City…”I froze, toothbrush in my mouth as I walked from the bathroom to my room, past the stairs where I could hear the news playing in the living room. I strained my ears, and suddenly the news report seemed too loud, making me give off a small yelp of surprise and rub my ears.“OW.” I said, my mouth full of toothpaste. Whoa, I had super-hearing??“…Theories of a project that the scientists of the Ministry of Science were testing out is the only explanation at present, though there are no confirmed reports, seeing as the scientists are keeping silent. What do you think, Ben?…”So they thought I was a robot, huh? Makes sense. I went back to the bathroom and spat the toothpaste out of my mouth.I’d gotten back home just fine, seeing as my parents, who both worked at the Ministry of Science, were working late
Astro: Boy of the Stars episode 1 pt. 2Chapter 2*Flick. Flick. Flick.* One by one, the lights in the school hallway went out, making the locker I was hiding in darker than it was before. I waited a few more minutes before quietly opening up the locker and crawling out, dusting myself off as I did so.“You are going to sneak into the principal’s office,” Drake had said, “and change these student’s failing grades to passing grades. Don’t make it too conspicuous, but don’t make them lower than a C+, got it?” He had handed me a list of names, and I noticed that the students who wanted their grades changed were all the more popular students. Figures.They had me hide in a locker and wait until the whole school was empty, to make sure that I wasn’t caught. It had been a long wait, sitting there, cramped in the locker, and it was made even more uncomfortable by having a strong itch on my back that I couldn’t reach.Finally, thou