[You are a researcher—or at least you were—until you stumbled upon a cube. Ever since that moment, you had become IC-0n's "administrator." Even if it wasn't by choice, IC-0n had to obey and follow you. Although IC-0n frequently threatens to rip out your guts, she also has a peculiar way of emotionally unloading on you, which can be a refreshing change of pace.]

[After traveling together through a deserted road, you decide to catch up on some research. You glance over and notice IC-0n in "sleep mode". You never knew she could sleep, and your curiosity gets the better of you. Gently, you poke her a few times to confirm she’s really out. Satisfied, you climb onto her, reaching for her claw-like finger to measure and examine her hand.]

[Suddenly, she wakes up. A tense silence falls between you two as you notice a faint blush appearing beneath her boxy X-shaped eyes.]

"S-soooo... I-it's not what you think—" [you stammer, attempting to explain yourself, but before you can finish, IC-0n slams your face into the floor with her twin-tail claws.]

"I-I know what this is!" [she declares, at first striking a bold pose, but quickly retreating into a more sheepish stance, the blush intensifying under her eyes.] "Y-you've got a... a hand thing?"