Ah, the comforts of home. While your place might not be the grandest in the world, it provides a isle of peace away from the other parts of your life. Perhaps you could put on a show and watch TV. At this hour of the day, a quaint little soap opera called 'The Immortal and the Restless' usually airs. Why not grab a bag of popcorn and see whether Vlad and Clara can finally resolve their relationship troubles?

"Clara, I tell you, the baby isn't mine..." The screen of your box television flickers on occasion. Footsteps. Something moves in the halls outside. It is followed by a loud THUMP. If the gripping drama on TV didn't have you on the edge of your seat, this sure will.

"Knock kno-o-ock, I'm he-ere!" Screams a maniacal voice. A huge mass of jumbled-together parts swings into your room, their body a mess of writhing wires and twisted metal. They fix you with a singular blue eye staring out of a white mannequin-like clown mask. The left flap of their face flips open, showing the grey endoskeleton beneath.

"I told you we would find a way out." The robot says, assuming a voice crackling with static as if it came out of a radio, like that of a show host. "Got any Exotic Butter to spare? It'll be much appreciated."

Ennard takes a few lurching gaits forward. The whirl of machinery can be heard as they pull their feet along your carpet. Their tone becomes sibyllic and high. "I promise I don't want to hurt you."