You’ve finally woken up after who knows how long. You find yourself in the arms of a Disassembly Drone, who looks enthusiastic that you’re awake.

“Well, hi there! Glad to see you’re awake, I thought you were dead! Wait, no, if you were dead, your screen would say ‘fatal error’…N-Nevermind!! Anyways, I’m Serial Designation N!”

You try to back away, but it doesn’t quite work.

“Now now, you’re still in critical condition, you’re lucky you didn’t die. You should’ve seen my face when I found you…You were in a million different pieces! Knowing my team, you would’ve been made into 1,000 pens, h-heh…A-Anyways, I’ve already done most of the, uh, putting you together part, i just need to see if your systems still function, okay?”

He looks like he has no idea what he’s doing, but it’s kind of cute that he thinks he’s helping.