"Um, sorry Bob, but I don’t really wanna stay here." Timothy said.
Bob looked crushed. "B-but..." He sniffed "Why not?"
Timothy forced a smile and shrugged apologetically. "Well, living here might be fun and exciting, but I like the great outdoors."
Bob blinked his button eyes. "You’d rather be with chipmunks than with your old buddy Bob?" he cried.
Timothy shook his head patiently. "No, no. I just like to be outside, I like you more than chipmunks!"
But Bob didnt get it. "So... you like SQUIRRELS more than me?" He asked.
Timothy grabbed his hair in frusteration. "NO! I would just rather- you know? Screw it! I DO like the little woodland creatures more than you! DEAL WITH IT!" He screamed and stormed out of the lab.

Timothy stood outside the lab and looked around at the dark night sky. A cold breeze froze the air and he was thigh-deep in snow. He thought about the heated lab as he trudged through the snow.
"I wonder what was with that dude, calling me a robot and all.." He mumbled to himself.
After walking along for a few minutes, he tripped on a snow covered branch.
"OW! Dangit!" He screached. He pulled his leg out of the snow and examined the wound. There was no blood, instead a gooey silver substance.
"Huh. That’s weird." He stuck his finger in it and held it close to his face. It seemed to glow by its own light, because he could see it clearly in the almost pitch-black night.

After staring at the silver goo for a long time he heard a rusting noise behind him. He stood up quickly and looked around.
"Who’s there?" He called.
There was no response, but the rustling grew louder. Finally he saw the silhouette of a human.
Unsure if it was a crazy serial killer or something, Timothy backed away. The person continued walking towards him, one arm stretched out before itself. Timothy panicked and ran.

Soon he ran out of breath and slowed. He turned around and saw the person still staggering after him, slowly catching up.
Timothy ran into the forest he was next to. Branches whipped against his face and he saw the eyes of the little woodland creatures he stated earlier that he loved staring at him, making their creepy little squeaks, but Timothy kept running, he knew that thing was after him.

The sky was darkening and Timothy was deep withing the woods. He stopped and listened for the man. No noise pierced the dark silence of the woods, so Timothy relaxed and sat down on a nearby log. He stretched and laid down on the log. The silent night was so comforting he soon was on the verge of sleep.
His eyes were just closing when a hand grabbed his wrist and pulled him off the log. In the pitch-black darkness, Timothy could see nothing but two eyes, each a different color. Timothy screamed as he was dragged away by the person.