[ PROLOGUE: MR. MIKHAEL FLAMEBOOT, THE 8-YEAR-OLD ALCHEMIST ]
Some call Alchemy as the study of life, to be more precise, the art of prolonging it. This act ranges from drinking tunic both humanely made and not, to forging weird trinkets— which includes the infamous Philosopher's Stone made by Mr. Flamel, and many such other.
But to a young 8-year-old child, all of this seems to be nothing. As he, a part-time philosopher, quarter of a lover, and full-time Alchemist believes that Alchemy is the art of creation. Mikhael Flamel believes so, so he creates to his heart's content.
[ "I HAVE DONE IT!" ] This instance is one such example of his eccentricity.
[ "I-I have created a semi-sentient Golem that can actually function without me needing to control it!" ]
The said boy, who's merely in his growing stage could be seen brimming with joy as he jumps around in the middle of his darkened room— one which is only lit by a handful sources of candles, some about to die, the others having already died.
He raises both of his glove covered hand in triumph. His face on the other hand is mostly covered by his goggles, but showing enough his genuine love for his craft --- his feat of work, something that he had been working on for months now with seemingly no end, to the point of near starvation.
It is now finished. No, not finished but is nearly there, to confirm his work he needs to turn on the machine and conduct some tests.
So in wanting to quickly confirm his work, he then removed his heavy pair of goggles. In doing so he showed to the world his eyes which is bloodied red due to not sleeping most of the time, mostly functioning on chocolates and coffee. But also because his eyes are blood red.
He threw the said glasses on another table without care, the items hitting the wood with a thud as a result. Mikhael not at all caring if the said goggles break or not... Hopefully not.
[ "Hey, Cojo, baby. Wake up!" ]
[ "Come on, Cojo. Just look at daddy's work for a second, can you?" ]
Before turning on his experiment, he instead shook the resting white cat besides his curtain-closed window, someone who's merely arm's reach from where he is sitting. In response to him, the said feline woke— yawning, stretching, before then finally standing up. Meowing.
The said side kick opened his eyes, both of which are mostly white except for the corners which shows orange hues— the natural color of his eyes before going blind. Because you see, due to problem in genes, Cojo the Cat lost his vision overtime, fully becoming blind.
Even though he is a blind kitty, he still is a good kitty by choice, he doesn't let his problems bring him down. The said feline fixes his problems by meowing no matter the time, and also by scratching everything he can, so no, he doesn't suffer problems.
But do not be fooled. The said blindness of this cat doesn't stop him from sleeping on high places, mostly on windows. And as of yet, Cojo hasn't fallen and died from any high places.
Mikhael doesn't understand this logic, but he calls it cat's luck, or cat's enchance senses, either way he is still in the process of studying this weird phenomena.
[ "Miau...?" ]
[ "Come here, baby. Daddy's here!" ]
He hurriedly stood up and scooped the said cat with gentle care, using the both of his hands he then placed him at his side which caused the said feline to purr in response.
Rubbing heads as he then licks his best friend's hand. The other hand of his owner meanwhile is busy grabbing the messy-looking alchemy item spread about at his desk.
This contraption is mostly made out of copper, the most conductive element second only to silver, but first in the affordable list.
The latter element— silver, is also affordable to him, but is actually costly in the long run, especially with his experiments blowing up 70-75% each time, leaving mostly little to no trail behind.
So no, he doesn't want to squander the money that he inherited from his mother's father— his grandfather, which is actually a Vampire... It still sounds weird in his ears, but yeah, he is part-Vampire --- that explains the unnatural-looking bright red eyes.
[ "Myau!" ]
[ "Shh, shh. Baby, I promise this wouldn't blow up like the other trials..." ]
[ "the other 35ish or-so... trials." ]
[ "!!!" ]
[ "AHH, wait, don't scratch me!" ] He reassured the cat that his experiment wouldn't blow up, it took some time, but finally the cat settled with sitting somewhere far-away from Mikhael.
For the safety of his white fur, and also because he fears being rattled by the sudden loud noises which explosions make— byproduct of failed science experiments and alchemy products of one Mikhael Flameboot.
He placed his bronze-colored no face Golem in the middle of a makeshift power source in the middle of his room. Far enough not to destroy anytime when activated.
[ "Yeah- no, okay. This'll do." ]
[ "I'll cover my ears if I were yo-" ]
[ "Myaw!" ]
[ "Alright then, you do you." ]
In seeing his best friend hid behind a narrow leg of his bed, he then was sure enough to start. And start he did, as he then pulled down the small power plug by his side, this act infused electricity to the inanimate Golem.
The said Golem gets charged from all four sides, as in real-time, Mikhael watches the thick cables gets infused by electricity. That electricity funneling into the Golem, with seemingly no care about the other being over infused with electricity. [ "Let's go!" ]
Seeing his test not explode after 5-10 seconds is already a great feat in his eyes. The rune craving, sculpting the body, and mana infusion that he worked on for hours on hours without seemingly an end, has all payed off.
Mikhael gave it some time more to charge, even though the said Golem is practically radiating a small circular field of electricity around it. [ "MYAW!" ]
This field of electricity expanded all-around the room, influencing some metal to get close to it. And also causing the hair of both Cojo and Mikhael to stand up, as if dancing without care— seemingly celebrating alongside the grinning Alchemist, and mocking the worried cat.
[ "Don't worry, trust the process!" ] He noticed the distressed state of his cat, which is somewhat funny. But he still reassured him for the nth time, that everything will be fine.
And everything is, as he realized that it has been about half a minute since the pull. So without care at all, and also because he is feeling ache in his right hand, he then pulled back up the lever --- cutting off the supply of electricity, and finally ending the worries of one certain white baby.
[ "Come here, you." ] Which he then scooped up, like an ice cream flavor. Showering it with kisses and pats as he does so, causing the stress of the cat to disappear, replaced instead with low-growl purring.
At the same time, he approached the table which has his newly made Golem in it. The said thing radiating electricity something he could feel from miles away, to not die he waited for some time, and those said electricity finally disappeared. In doing so, waking something else up. [ "It's... alive...!" ]
Mikhael watches with glee as the said bronze-colored robot awoken. In a state similar to Frankenstein's Monster, or even a George Romero's Zombie, before then looking around the spacious room it is in.
The said thing, the Golem, now able to think clearly for itself could be seen scanning with what could be said as curiosity. It scanned and scanned, looking at trash piles of materials, books, gadgets, and even... other Golems?
Rows of bronze, silver, and gold colored versions of Golems in different forms— all sitting in wooden shelves, all having a weird antenna sticking out their heads with remote control being besides them could be seen.
The thing intrigued, looked at its hands, then at the rows of Golems, then back at its hands. Before then stopping as it finally realized that it isn't alone in the room --- slowly looking to its left like an horror movie protagonist.
[ "Hello!!" ] Quickly being horrified as a giant with red eyes greeted it with the said thing's mouth open, seemingly ready to eat. So the Golem's flight instinct kicked in, scuttling away in the fastest route. [ "No-no, wait. Don't run!" ]
To Mikhael's dismay, the said Golem did the opposite and kept continuing to do the opposite. The small 1.5 meter Golem could be seen falling off the table, landing safely, parkouring all-around his room, culminating with the thing having opened the door with little to no difficulty.
[ "Oh wow... that's... I guess the experiment is considered a success." ] He then looked down at his hanging friend, [ "Don't you think so, baby?" ]
[ "Miow." ]
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[ FUN FACT: Mikhael no-last-name-given grew up in an orphanage stationed near Jericho, Vermont, growing up he had never known a mother, or a father. But after some years had gone by, the olden butler and maid of the Flameboot estate found him --- thus giving him a surname, something that belongs to the mother which he never had known, the name Flameboot. ]
[ 09/12/2025 ]
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