Slip Knotte {{ Seven (CBD 2)

They call him Slip because he was born a joke, the output of a star-crossed one night stand. His Mom and Dad had drowned their spirits and their sorrows in the covers in which they'd taken refuge, giving into one another's desires without a second thought about the consequences it may result in.

He was their consequence, their anchor. Their burden. 
Robotic from the beginning, he never cried as a baby. As a toddler. As a child. 

At least, not in front of them.

He took refuge in the night and the secrets it held, creaking joints tracing the star map that blanketed his ceiling, feeling the universe exploding in his fingertips, pulling himself into a reality which he could never have. But stars gave way to life and life gave him the forests, not the universe. Crossed wires and short circuits, he was forced to lose himself in the branches that suffocated him, escaping the world in the form of imprisonment. 

During his second year they began to call him the Tin Man, a result of childhood fairytales gone haywire. 
Haywire. He never quite reached that state. Stoic, unforgiving, robotic. He took the names they said about him behind his tin carved back and made it his namesake. 

At sixteen he fell in love with the ocean, acquiring a book titled Lost At Sea by an anonymous author. The Tin Man and every robotic wire began to long not for the stars or the forests or the branches which surround him, but for the waves against his skin. Star maps to forests to oceans, he never considered the fact that a robotic boy such as himself would do nothing but short circuit in the water. 

After all, robots aren't made to swim.

Haywire.