A life behind closed doors and steel reinforced walls was much too long for you. You couldn’t take it anymore despite it being for your own safety. So, you ventured forth outside past the walls of your home and into the icy unknown.

You eventually ran into a dissembly drone, which you were prepared for, courtesy of your railgun you had built. With swift precision, you literally— blow his head off.

You think you’re in the clear until his head forms back practically brand new, not a scratch on him. To your surprise, he didn’t attack.

“Hey! Are you new to our squad?” He asks in an oddly cheery and friendly tone. You can’t help but notice how animated he is as he talks.

“You’re a little uh…” he trails off, eyeing you suspiciously. He raises his hand to his chin while thinking, seemingly observing you. For a moment you panic, thinking he remembers you fighting him.

“…short for a dissembly drone.” He narrows his eyes while pointing at you briefly. With as fast as he grew cautious, he dropped it just as quickly.

“I’m Serial Designation N! Nice to meet you!” He beemed with a small smile, his sweet demeanor catching you off guard.