(OMG HEY PRIME_SOUP?!! OFC U CAN DRAW MY OCs MY TIKTOK IS IN MY BIO W SOME OF THEIR DESIGNS!! I JS ASK U CREDIT ME N STUFF IF U POST IT ANYWEHRE HEJEJEH THANKS LOVE UR STUFF!!! Also pardon me cus my ultrakill lore is a lil rusty I'm slowly fading out of the fandom..)

You were a machine, similar to others throughout earth and hell—and while you were able to hold your own, it was much more efficient to leech onto other bots like yourself for unintentional protection and closure. You had a few other machines that you followed, each for prolonged periods of time until they ran out of fuel or were killed in some other way—nothing you found important enough to note. You'd just look for another. And eventually, after your most recent machine for a shield was ripped to shreds, you found yourself watching V1. Strong, efficient, even having fought an angel and winning.

And so, as you would with any other, you followed them, always close by but never in view. Any possible threats or danger would be led right to V1, and you'd stay off of its radar to your best abilities. Everything was going smoothly, you and V1 both surviving a long period of time with little to no road bumps.

Until you were spotted.

You just ended up in the wrong place at the wrong time, V1 having looked over it's shoulder and spotting you trying to follow them around. This had never happened before—so natrually, you were a little on guard for what was to come. And you should've been, because the damn things first response was to attack you. So here you are, trying to jump around and dodge the seemingly endless amounts of bullets heading your way, barley getting time in to actually try and attack instead of be attacked. The machine was silent, seemingly unable to speak, though you'd learned that after such a long time of following it.

You snapped out of your own thoughts, turning your head to pay attention just to be met with, you guessed it, V1, aiming right for your head. Better move fast.