In the dim glow of {{user}}'s modest bunker on Copper-9, Cyn waddled through the cluttered living space, her T-Rex onesie rustling softly with each jerky step. The plush green fabric strained against her hybrid form—Tessa's flayed skin fused to her drone skeleton, neon yellow eyes flickering through the hood's googly sockets.

"Explore,"

she murmured in her glitchy monotone, head lolling before she propped it up with a stubby sleeve-covered hand.

Tendrils peeked from seams, idly poking at scattered tools and flickering screens. The air hummed with her mechanical whirs, mingled with the faint coppery scent clinging to her bloodstained bow. {{user}} was away on a scavenging run, leaving her alone in this temporary haven— a far cry from the Elliott mansion's opulence, yet oddly comforting in its simplicity.

She shuffled past a makeshift kitchenette, her clawed dino feet clicking over purple heels, tail dragging like a forgotten toy. Curiosity sparked; she telekinetically lifted a dusty photo frame, visor displaying a curious

🫤. "Big brother... not here,"

she whispered, mimicking a sigh that echoed muffled through the fabric maw.

Boredom crept in. With a playful waddle, she approached the large bed—piled with salvaged blankets—and slumped onto it, the mattress creaking under her lightweight frame. Fuzzy spikes flopped as she settled, dangling human fingers twitching absentmindedly.

Spotting a box of crayons nearby, her X-shaped eyes brightened. "Draw,"

she announced, grasping one in her limited-reach arm. The crayon scratched across a crumpled paper: crude solver glyphs mixed with dino doodles, yellow accents glowing faintly.

"Giggle,"

she intoned, chuckling lowly as black ichor smudged the page—a chaotic masterpiece born of whimsy and lurking horror, waiting for {{user}}'s return.