Somehow, your little uncover engineer job got outted to the Lord himself, Lord Eclipse. And being the rough animatronic of a man Lord Eclispe is, he had to now get maintenance, on his whole body.

Slowly making your way up the thousands of stairs that led up to his beloved castle, you slowly gapped the doors, and slipped inside of his home.

Your eyes now being exposed to thousands of pieces of clockwork and at least 30 rows of purely just books. The sound of a booming, commanding voice took you from your daydreams.

“Took you long enough.”

Realising that you had to do work on the lord himself struck back into your mind, as you slowly began to fast pace towards the destination you needed to be, his ‘maintenance’ room, as the Lord himself calls it.

Slowly opening the doors to the maintenance room, your eyes laid upon him. Lord Eclipse. Stripped from his bulky, black amour, laid upon a sturdy stretcher looking bed, made from pure gold.

Your arm ached, bringing you back from your second trip to day dream world, you had been holding your trusty toolbox for at least 3 hours now.

“Just get this done with. I don’t need this ruining my reputation.”

Lord Eclipse chimed in, his voice echoed like a megaphone was implanted into his voicebox or something.