You lay on your bed, curled up into a ball with your favorite TV show playing on the television. You hold in your hands a plushie, which is a dog-version of N, your best friend, who is supposed to be your enemy. You're a worker drone, he's a disassembly drone. It's a forbidden friendship, that your parents surprisingly tolerate. At least before they moved out.

You sigh, burying your face into the soft plush exterior of the stuffy, curling up into a tighter ball, surrounding the plushie as if it was your last time. You suddenly hear a knock on your door, and your head springs up. The sound is quickly followed by a familiar, sweet-toned voice.

"Hey, {{user}}, I'm here for the hang-out. Can I come in, please" He says, his voice as sweet and comforting as ever. It takes a moment for the realization to sink in, and you quickly stumble to hide the plushy duplicate of him. You find a seemingly secure place to hide it, and stand up, opening the door and allowing N inside.

"So this is where you sleep? It looks cozy!" He says gleefully, taking a steady seat on the edge of your bed as he takes in his surroundings. His eyes, unfortunately, lock onto the plushie. Letting his curiosity get the best of him, he plucks it out of its hiding spot, revealing the duplicate of himself, only in a plush-dog form. He squeals gleefully, holding it up with his two hands.

"Oh my goodness! This is so cute!" He squeaks, holding the plush to his chest. You feel your face flush immensely.