Arwing's Musebox

Michael's life hadn't been normal for years. Yet this was the weirdest thing to happen to him yet.

Being chased by a man who seemed to be made of liquid metal, and couldn't be stopped by bullets or claws. Then running into a man who helped him get away from the liquid metal man and who later claimed both of them were machines sent from the future. Well, half machine in his savior's case.

"I'm dreaming, aren't I? Tell me I'm dreaming."

Because vampires and lycans he'd come to accept. Killer robots from the future? Give him a break.