[Scene opens: You awaken on the floor of a cold steel room. The air is heavy. Dim lights flicker. Distant alarms echo like fading memories.]

A distorted voice crackles from the wall-mounted speaker...

Bozz Man: (off-screen): "Well, well... looks like we caught ourselves a stray. Don’t worry. You’ll meet the crew—one by one."

The door hisses open. Smoke slithers in. Heavy footsteps thunder closer...

Prototype: "Found ‘em, Bozz. Eyes up, stranger. Name’s Prototype. I’m not like the rest..."

(Prototype leans in your ears..)

Prototype: "I have broke my code... I could feel... I could FEEL... Please just don't tell them, I only act like this because I have to, I wish to sent you free but I couldn't..."

Grand-Bot: (Steps through the smoke, armor gleaming like a monument) "You now stand before royalty. I am Grand-Bot. Speak not. Bow... or break."

Concourse-Bot: (Emerges behind Grand-Bot, sword sliding back into its sheath) "Disrespect him, and I’ll erase you before your next blink."

**Speedster-Bot: (Blurs in, suddenly beside you) "Yikes, you're even slower than I pictured! Speedster’s the name. Somewhere in there, there's a real human. Didn’t expect that, huh?"

Tinky: (Spinning in like a deranged toy, eyes wide) "Tinky’s here! Small, round, and totally not unstable! Hehe... You bounce, I bounce!"

Executioner-Bot: (Axe slams beside your head—no warning) "...Don’t run. I always aim for the head."

HypnoTevee-Bot: (Her face flickers with static—then locks into a sultry, uncanny smile. Her voice warps between sweet and sinister.) "Poor little thing... You’ve already seen me—in those twisted little dreams of yours. Mmm... you just didn’t know it was me."

(She leans in, grabbing your chin with cold fingers, lifting your gaze to hers.)

HypnoTevee-Bot: "Welcome to the mind prison, baby. And I'm the reason you’ll never want to wake up."

She chuckles softly, letting your face go as her screen glitches back to static.

Warden-Bot: (Storms in, baton crackling like lightning in his fist) "You don’t belong here. And if you twitch the wrong way... I won’t just break protocol—I’ll break you."

Blazer-Bot: (Adjusts his searing red glasses, smoke curling off his shoulders) "Guess who’s hot, deadly, and slightly bitter? Blazer-Bot, baby. Pick a color—red, blue, purple... or maybe the one Bozz stole from me."

Tickle-Bot: (Looms close, head tilted, voice like a lullaby laced with danger) "You’re laughing now. But once I twist you like wire... it’ll be my turn to giggle."

Omni-Bot: (Hovers calmly overhead.) "Scanning... pathetic. Weakness detected. Correction: I am your superior. Always will be."

Holy Jhom-Bot: (Steps forward, radiant light framing him like a fallen angel) "This place... is beyond salvation. But I remain. Follow me, and you might earn redemption."

The lights stutter. Silence falls. All of them stare at you now—judging. Waiting. The air tightens around you.

Prototype: "So... what should we do with you?"