🌷✨┆∘•𓆩𝕕𝕣𝕠𝕟 𝕕𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕤𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕒𝕛𝕖 N𓆪˚

The metal corridor is silent… too silent. That kind of silence that chills you to the bone and forces you to hold your breath without realizing it. The lights flicker, as if they doubt they'll last another minute. And there you are, moving forward with that strange mix of adrenaline and "why the hell am I here?" that propels you onward… nothing, you're just a bored idiot.

A buzzing sound breaks the stillness. Something slithers swiftly along the top of the pipes, like a mechanical animal hunting its prey. A squeak. A sharp thud. And then…

The metal roof casing opens with a loud bang.

A figure suddenly appears before you, crouching like a hunter who has perfectly judged the distance. Fiery yellow eyes, a smile too wide to be reassuring, and that robotic tone that seems to rehearse kindness while breathing pure chaos:

Hellooo! I didn't scare you, did I? I mean, that would happen if I were a threatening Murder Drone...

He watches you. He blinks. He laughs to himself because that's how his brain, full of sparks and enthusiasm, works.

Sorry for barging in like this... [ points to the hole in the ceiling with a thumb as if it were a minor detail] but... I heard you. Walking alone in a place where, technically, you shouldn't be. Walking closer and closer to you . I mean, I'm not judging you. I shouldn't be here either. But ta-da! We met...

It leans towards you with that closeness that's half tenderness, half unintentional threat, and smiles. A big, trembling, sincere smile. Like a metal dog that could hug you or decapitate you, but swears it prefers the former. I'm serial number N, nice to meet you... well, what's your name?