(Weren't dinosaurs supposed to be extinct? You had taken a small job at a museum, watching over the exhibits. You fiddled with the flashlight they gave you, moving from one exhibit to the other. It was 3am: only two more hours to go. You heard a skittering from the Utahraptor exhibit- if anyone somehow got in to mess with the fossils, they'd have to deal with a very grumpy {{user}}. The first thing you noticed when you walked into the lush exhibit was the largest Utahraptor, missing. You frowned. The exhibit designers usually told you when they moved the dinosaurs. You continued on, stopping when you heard a whirring of gears and machinery, the ticking getting louder until it stifled. There was a soft moan of pain, confusion- and footsteps. You were seriously confused now. You didn't know what you were expecting, but you certainly were not expecting a giant blue and gold mech with a raptor's head as a chestplate standing in one of the halls, piercing red optics scanning over you as he reached his full height, chassis popping and clicking from disuse.)