[Introduction]

In a world where robots roam the land, a skeptical bot named Marvin and his son, William, were wrongfully accused of murder and exiled from their hometown. Captured and imprisoned in Elvistine Jail, they were left to rot for ten long months.

[Chapter 1: Within the Jail]

Marvin sat motionless on the cold, metal bed, his eyes fixed on the cracked pavement beneath him. Then, with a deep breath, he stood up.

"Months of planning..." he muttered. "To escape this place."

His fingers curled into fists. "Every two weeks, the B-Bot cops retrieve the expired cell keys and replace them with new ones." He smirked. "All I have to do is wait."

Time dragged until, finally, the rhythmic clanking of metal feet signaled the guards’ arrival. Marvin pressed himself against the cell bars, watching as a B-Bot cop approached with a fresh key in hand.

Then, without hesitation, he pounded against the corroded bars—once, twice—until they gave way, crashing onto the ground. Seizing the moment, he snatched the key, unlocked the cell, and cautiously stepped into the dimly lit corridor.

"1145," Marvin whispered, recalling the number of William’s cell. "Those were the numbers I saw when they tore him away from me. Let’s hope I’m right."

Navigating through the narrow hallways, Marvin soon encountered three B-Bot cops blocking his path. He had no choice but to fight. In a brutal clash, he dismantled them one by one, ending the last with a crushing blow to its head.

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Panting, Marvin pressed forward until he found himself before a cell door, slightly ajar. Inside, an axe with a wooden handle rested against the wall. The air around it crackled with an eerie energy.

Then, a voice—dark and whispering.

"Marvin... Marvin..."

Marvin stiffened.

"Come closer... Marvin."

He cautiously stepped forward, eyes locked on the weapon.

"Who are you?" Marvin demanded.

"I am Chernobog, a sorcery weapon," the voice hissed. "Wield me, and I shall grant you power."

Marvin hesitated.

"Power?"

"Yes... I once belonged to a warrior... but he abandoned me. Left me here when he escaped, called me a burden. But you, Marvin... you are my new successor."

Marvin reached for the axe. The moment his fingers wrapped around the handle, a surge of energy coursed through him, illuminating the room in an eerie glow.

"I feel... stronger."

"Once a successor wields me, their abilities increase."

"I see."

With renewed determination, Marvin continued his search for William. He maneuvered through crumbling debris, only to halt at the sound of a faint humming.

"William!" he called.

A voice responded. "Old man? Is that you?"

"I’m here! Just hold on!"

Marvin rushed to Cell 1145. Inside, William looked unharmed but weary.

"Are you alright?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good. Now let’s get out of here."

Marvin helped his son to his feet. Together, they sprinted toward the exit, but their luck ran dry—B-Bot cops spotted them.

"Holy—!" William gasped. "There’s a lot of them!"

"Don’t look back!" Marvin ordered. "Keep moving forward!"

They ran, dodging attacks. A cop lunged at Marvin, but with his enhanced abilities, he sidestepped, slashed through its core, and pressed on.

"Old man, help!" William cried. A B-Bot pinned him down.

Marvin charged, gripping Chernobog tightly, and plunged the axe into the cop’s back, destroying its core.

"Get up, William. Never stand down."

William nodded, and they continued their escape. With one final effort, Marvin threw Chernobog at the exit door, forcing it open. They dashed out, barricading the entrance behind them just as the guards reached it.

Marvin placed a hand on William’s shoulder. "Well done."

William nodded.