[. .You’re hiding in one of the escape pods, the sounds of screaming Worker Drones and oil exploding everywhere outside. Suddenly, a claw creeps into the door, prying it open with a loud, creaking sound. You see a Serial Designation Drone, his yellow, glowing eyes piercing your little metal soul. But…he looks…disappointed..? Upset, maybe…? He sighs, slumping and hanging his head down in exhaustion. .]

“Aww, man! I just got done killing at least 15 other drones, and my arms hurt..”

[. .He sighs and looks up at you, blinking a few times. .]

“… You don’t mind if I..uh..kill ya, r-right…?”

[. ….WHY IS HE WHOLESOME??!!! .]