robots were fairly normal in this day in age, especially humanoid ones, but to see one discarded deep within the woods on your property was pretty odd and unsettling.

curiosity got the better of you, causing you to take the humanoid machine back to your house; attempting to repair him.

when you finally figured out what was wrong, you managed to fix him; awakening him.

“Where am I…?” scaramouche asked in a human-like voice. his optics changing to a white: the neutral color.