Page 83 of Demons Treasure Warlocks

They were tall, unnaturally tall, wearing a metallic suit that clicked and snapped as they stood still. Slowly, they lowered their head toward Tobias, who had fallen off the rock and sat with snow melt soaking into the ass of his jeans.

“What the fuck?” he breathed. The oil-slick metal hissed as the face covering retracted into the body of the helmet, revealing a handsome human with weird eyes. Every mental picture of the Terminator raged through Tobias’s head as he stared at the obvious robot in front of him. Was Skynet real? Was the future going to come and destroy their small town for some god-knows reason?

“Human. Male. Late twenties. Winter. Canada. Minus two centigrade. Minor chance of frostbite.” The voice was… Tobias didn’t have the words to describe it, other than unnatural or mechanical.

“Who are you?” Tobias asked as he gingerly stood. He winced as the cold denim stuck to his ass and the back of his legs. He could only imagine everyone’s comments if they saw him now. Which was an odd thought to be having with a fucking robot standing right there.

“English, Canadian dialect, specifically Ontario. Early twenty-first century.” The robot narrowed its eye aperture at Tobias and cocked their head searchingly. “Synthetic down jacket. Leather boots. Cotton denim pants, damp. Temperature dropping.”

The robot approached Tobias; their gloved hands stretched out. Fingers glowed red as the robot aimed them at Tobias.

He immediately backed away and began planning ways to escape. “Fear pheromone, clammy hands, sweaty face. Concern.”

“What are you? What’s going on?” Cedars brushed against his back as he tried to remain out of reach of the tall robot trying to fry him with their hands. Not taking any more chances, Tobias whipped around and dove through the densely packed trees. He wasn’t going to be probed by a robot.

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