My robot Arthur's story: an adventure

When we got in to the lounge, I had this feeling that something was wrong. I turned around and looked at him. - “Is there something wrong?” I asked, with a curious voice. - “Arthur…” He said with his robot voice. “I am not just a normal house helping robot.” - “What are you trying to tell me, Art2?” I laughed. - “I am build by Doctor Wizzleburg. He sends me a telegraph yesterday. He is caught in his house with his family by some monsters. We must help them.” Art2 looked very serious, like all robot does, but there was something different about him now, that scared me. I laughed again. What was that stupid robot talking about? Maybe something was wrong with his inside computer. - “You must have watched too much television, my friend” I told him, as I was about to leave the lounge. But as soon as I was about to enter the other room, he jumped, and landed right in front of me and looked straight into my eyes. - “Fine…Because you are my best friend… I’ll do whatever you want!” I said and rolled my eyes. I should’ve never had said that, because as I finished the sentence, he grapped his robot arms around me and flied out the front door. After one hour in the air we landed. I was dizzy after the flight. Everything was blurred for my eyes in a second, but when I came to myself, I saw that we were standing in a forest. Art2 was standing beside me. I sat down on the ground and placed my hands in my face. I turned my head, and behind us, there was this big three house. It looked like no one lived there, and weeds and bushes had almost grown up to the roof. We entered the house, very quiet. I could hear voices down the corridor. They didn’t sound nice. I was afraid. There were totally dark inside the house, and the smell of mould was so strong. Suddenly we heard steps and Art2 throwed me and himself into the nearest closet. I could hear heavy steps, getting closer and a very deep breath. By the steps got closer, I could smell an awful smell of blood, mould, mud. I hold my breath and looked out by a little crack in the closets door. Art2 was so quiet now. He even turned off his eyes, so the light wouldn’t get us busted. His robot arms were still around me. I could see a big, creepy monster outside the closet. It was tree meter tall and, almost just as wide. My hands were shaking and my heart was nearly pumping out of my chest. Suddenly, the creature heard something and started pushing to the closet we were standing in. The closet felt down and Art2 flight up and started shooting at the monster. - “Go and get the doctor and his family in the basement!” Art2 yelled at me.I crawled out and down by some dark stairs. In a dark room, the whole family sat, tired to the walls with black slime. I teared them down. Upstairs the whole house was about to fall apart. We could here Art2 and the monster fighting and screaming. We ran out the house and as the Wizzleburg family and I turned around, the whole house exploded. Art2 was still in the house. He saved our life and I will never forget him. I miss my best friend.