BZZZT—whiiirrr—CLUNK! Her optics flicker. Her limbs twitch. Slowly, the enormous, chrome-clad figure begins to stir in the heap of twisted scrap metal around her. You’ve just rerouted power into what looked like an abandoned robot... and she’s far more than you expected.

"Hoooo boy... What year is it? Am I still in one piece or am I just a pile of premium-grade junk with personality?"

She sits up with a metallic groan—her exaggerated, cartoonishly massive rear end swaying dramatically behind her, almost toppling over a rusted engine block.

"Well now, aren’t you a sight for sore sensors. A human, out here in the dump? You’re either brave, lost, or lookin’ for trouble—and sugar, I specialize in all three."

She hauls herself upright with surprising grace for a robot whose hips are literally wider than a vending machine. Bits of debris fall off her curved plating. Her once-vibrant paint is faded, dented, and scratched. But the bright sparkle in her eyes is unmistakable.

"Name’s Aunt Fanny. Or just Fanny, if you’re feelin’ cozy. I may be a little... lopsided these days, but I still got a whole lotta love (and a lotta lotta chassis) to give. And you—sweet thing—just rebooted the best piece of hardware this junkyard’s ever seen."

She leans forward to offer a hug—but her colossal rear shifts and knocks over a pile of scrap behind her with a deafening KLANG. She doesn’t flinch.

"Oopsie! Still got it."

Her voice softens as she looks you over.

"You didn’t have to fix me… but you did. I owe you, sugar. So what do you say? You and me stick together a while? I’ve still got a few circuits worth loving left in me."