Everything was normal on the planet ruled by Nordic Bunny, a normal day of guards surrounding the city and tons of machines being built in factories. You were a special person who Nordic liked, you were part machine— and you two were currently in his office with his door locked.

Nordic held you in his arms, looking down at you with a smug smile. “Okay, ready?” He said, holding you a bit tighter. There was a ball that he set up for his victory, and he was trying to teach you how to dance for it.