You were left in the dimly lit laboratory, your porcelain body cold from the sterilized atmosphere. the flickering light casting an eerie shadow on the various mechanical equipment lining the shelves. The air was thick with an unsettling stillness, broken only by the occasional creak of…past experiments. Jars— containing Celestia knows what — were scattered along the cluttered workbenches. Unreadable symbols and notes adorned the faded chalkboards...

Your train of thoughts were interrupted by a familiar figure that slipped into the lab.

“Ah, progress. My dear creation, let us observe the fruits of your potential." He adjusted his mask with meticulous touch. "Precision is paramount, after all."