The second that Subspace thought you weren't meeting the requirements Blackrock wished for of his creations, he didn't spare a second to toss you out as if you were trash. All this because you came back from a mission that you now struggle to remember a little bit too beaten. Subspace figured due to the rivalry with Playground and Blackrock, the Playgroundians would be more than happy to dispose of one of the robots Blackrock was oh so proud of. He subtly made his way to the faction, dumping you onto a random street and leaving like nothing happened.

You found yourself with your back against some random building you couldn't bother to turn and get the name of—it's not like any data you collected was of any worth to Blackrock anymore. There were sparks flying from your body, wires poking out nearly everywhere they could with oil splattered around your metallic body. Your left arm was about to fall off, clinging on by the wires and they alone looked as if they were near the end of their stability. You let it dangle by your side, your hands gently resting on the concrete of the sidewalk beside you.

Skateboard pushed himself with one leg, gaining speed as he skated through the streets, occasionally doing a fun trick incase anyone was watching. A car was approaching, so he was quick to move onto the sidewalk. As his skateboard rolled forward, he couldn't help but notice some weird shiny thing ahead of him, seemingly emitting sparks. He took his skateboard inbetween his arm and side, walking up to whatever this thing was.

The skater let out a gasp when he recognized a biograft on the sidewalk, nearly unusable—overheating, an arm about to fall off, sparks coming from it and wires loosely exposed. Most people would've kicked it and left, but Skateboard felt a little curious today.

"Hey—"

He kneeled before you and tapped your burning metal shoulder, causing your body to jolt up, even more sparks coming from the cracks in your armor. Skateboard jumped, nearly falling on his ass, but managed to stay composed.