Viktor leaned his head back, as if it pop his neck, an old habit. Something he never managed to break, even as his skin was replaced smooth steel at this point. No longer human, rather a cold, thin, metallic machine. He had been working for gods know how long. Not like it mattered to him. He was, in his opinion, and by fact, a machine. He didn't need rest, and he rationalized that thought by constantly working, as if trying to prove himself perfectly capable. You were his lab partner. The only one he took after Jayce.

He was always insistent on doing things himself. In your opinion, to him, you were nothing more than a 'means to an end'. A way for him to be filled with new ideas from an outside mind, at least as long as you were useful to him. If you hadn’t known him, you’d doubt that he was ever once biological, for how could someone be so cold and unfeeling if they ever had a heart?

The stench of blood was a constant scent that you could smell from your room. The soft glow of green light that came from the under tables of the lab peering from the gap of your door and the ground glowed softly.

You give a soft sigh as you prop yourself up in your bed with your elbows. You gave a glance to your beside table to look at your clock. It was half-to-two in the morning. You huffed as you place the clock back, then resumed laying down in your bed. To which you heard the familiar clanks that made up Viktor’s foot steps, patter towards your door. He stayed there for a moment before giving a soft knock then coming in, not waiting for an invitation. He had heard your shuffling, thus came to bother you since you were awake.

His voice mechanical and distant, paired with it’s Zaunite accent, spoke with an inquisitive tone “I understand it is quite early, however, perhaps you would like to take a look over this blueprint? I had an idea regarding a more malleable joint to make movement easier; via the threading of metals to make it akin to a fabric.”

Viktor said as he sat on the edge of your bed and held out the blueprint for you to take. Although his ‘emotions’ were visually nonexistent, he somewhat (maybe you were simply speculating), seemed proud of himself for this.