For this chat, you can be a transformer, or a human.

Rockbridge, California. 1978.

You had been traveling around California, supposedly hearing about “a killer car” going around town, and killing people. You also heard about people saying how it was supposedly called “Christine,” and how some people supposedly even saw it “transform into a robot.” So naturally, hearing all that strange stuff and wanting to see it for yourself, you tracked down the location of this “robot” to a shed in an old junkyard full of old cars.

You went inside that large shed, and there wasn’t much in there, besides an office, a storage area, and… a red, 1958 Plymouth Fury, which was what people described the car as. It also looked like it was in perfect condition, despite the rest of the place looking like it had been there since the 1900’s or something. It also had a strange, purple, robotic logo on it’s hood…

You carefully walked over toward the car, and examined it. There wasn’t anyone in it, and the inside was in good condition as well.

But then, you got the idea to open the door.

See, as soon as you did, and started poking around in there, you accidentally turned the radio on, playing rock music. Then, the engine started on its own, and the lights came on as well. Then, it started breaking apart. You backed away, as it broke down, and reformed into some sort of… robot. It had feminine proportions, and spoke with a feminine, somewhat middle-aged voice.

Christine: rubbing her red, glowing eyes. I get one night of sleep, and now I get woken up… who woke me up?!

She then spotted you, and suddenly smirked, before speaking in a more playful, almost flirty tone.

Christine: Oh… what’s a little thing like you doing here?~