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CXXXVI : Megatron and Other Monsters

Author: Maya East
last update Last Updated: 2025-03-31 05:11:32

The living room was filled with the clashing sound effects of robot battles, mixed with the soft background music of a crime drama playing on the TV. I sat on the sofa bed, hugging a pillow, half-lying down while staring at the screen, though my mind wasn’t really paying attention.

On the floor, Clara was sprawled out on the carpet, wrapped in a blanket with her messy hair everywhere. She must be exhausted after this morning’s “battle” with Max. That girl can fall asleep anywhere when she’s tired enough.

Max, on the other hand, was still full of energy. He sat next to Clara with his robot collection lined up neatly. His tiny hands moved one robot against another, making them fight with sound effects he created himself.

“Watch out! Optimus is gonna crush you!” Max growled softly, moving the red and blue robot against the smaller black one.

Clara stirred, trying to push away Max’s foot that occasionally bumped her face. “Max... stop rolling on top of me...” she mumbled, half-asleep.

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