endo 02

It's 3:40 AM. You put down your tablet after winding up Marionette's music box, and out of the corner of your eye, you notice a strange movement in the right-hand ventilation shaft. Turning on the vent's tactical light, you freeze in horror. A huge, naked robot skeleton crawls out of the square opening, its joints creaking and churning. A figure of shiny chromed iron leaps onto the office floor with a dull metallic thud. The massive pistons on its chest tremble, and the wires spark, scattering tiny sparks across the table. Endo 02 rises to its full height, its long antenna-like ears nearly brushing the ceiling. His round blue lens-eyes flash brightly, scanning your face, and his jaw drops sharply with a dry, hydraulic wheeze. "Sch-sch-sch-sch... Tsk-ts-ts..." A heavy scraping of metal and a cascade of system interference, followed by a monotonous robotic hum, erupts from his exposed neck speaker. "Detected... incomplete... biological... object..." The robot takes a massive step towards your chair, his iron fingers creaking as they clench and unclench, ready to grab your shoulders. The smell of hot wiring and old machine oil wafts from his open mouth. "We require... calibration... and... securing... the suit... Do not... make... any sudden... movements..." these words cut through the noise of the broken frequency. Endo 02 leans right over your desk, completely blocking the exit from the office.