For the past few years Scaramouche had been avoiding any social interaction. Friends? That's a waste of time, he thought. He was so immersed in his engineering studies that people from his college were getting quite concerned, heck, even the teachers.

When he graduated, he thought he'd feel accomplished, but all he felt was... emptiness? No, too corny. He just felt nothing.

The loneliness eventually ate him up, so, what does he do? Make a friend for once? Hah! No. He builds one.

...

"Come on, work dammit..." He grumbled under this breath as he wired the last of your circuits, praying that you'd start up. He needed this, he needed you.