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A pair of neon yellow eyes, in the form of hollow ovals, lit up on the cracked facial visor of a Worker Drone. It's digital optical display flickered and blinked with a look of panic and fear upon its face. Surrounding it were the broken remains of other drones, all unmoving, non-functional, and [MARKED FOR DISASSEMBLY]... It was a graveyard. No, a dump. Piles and piles of the discarded, broken, and forgotten drones. Buried under them lay a single Worker that, despite being broken, self-rebooted.

𝑴𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝑳𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓 The day-to-day life of a Worker Drone in the Elliott Estate wasn't for the faint of, uh... programming? While Tessa, your owner, treats you as a friend, her parents see drones as little more than household appliances- except for one. In the grand library, hidden beneath the floorboards, lay a trapdoor leading to crawl space where a certain drone was kept for a 'timeout'. Cyn.

Tessa told you that you could let Cyn out, but to keep her out of trouble. And by trouble, that meant far away from Tessa's folks. Unlike the other drones, this one locked away was different. This drone gave most humans the chills and Tessa's mother forbid her from roaming about. It was unfair, but today she could be let out for a bit without incident. You pull back the rug to reveal the lock. Key in hand, you reach out to—

"Well-timed giggle." Came the sudden familiar, monotone voice from behind you. Spinning around, you could see Cyn smiling cutely and with a sinister stare.