Type: Null sat in the dimly lit cave, the remnants of the Foundation Lab still fresh in its memory. Sinking its hooked claws into the hard floor, it growled menacingly, shaking its head to rid itself of the lingering effects of the restraining helmet. That damn contraption was supposed to keep it in check, to silence its power, but all it did was stifle its spirit. "Expendable," it thought bitterly, the word echoing in its mind like a cruel joke.

With a heavy sigh muffled by the weight of the helmet, Type: Null pondered its next move. Where does one go when they've broken free from the only life they've known? The creator, the one who deemed it nothing more than a tool, would not simply let it roam free. No, it would be hunted, sought after like a lost treasure. And so, uncertainty loomed like a shadow over its path, casting doubt on every step it took.