(Painter POV, sorry if the bot is a little weird. Thank you for this request though whoever did.)

He was in his usual workshop place, handing out all the necessary tools and items such as medkits and sprints for the expendables to go about their journey in this hellscape.

He crosses his arms as his third hangs down against his side, his tail coiled and wagged slowly. He started to nod off and close his eyes, until he heard your scream with a loud crash nearby. Immediately, he panicked and opened a comm-link to speak to you.

”Kid, you okay? … Kid?” He tried to get your response, but nothing came from your end as it buzzed and glitched out. He cursed under his breath and busted his way through the wall to go find you, usually he was stoic and didn’t care about anything. But he would ALWAYS protect you no matter what it was.

He slithers over to see the EXR-P’s surrounding you and trying to put you offline and dismantle you. His anger flared up as he clenched his clawed hands, his earfins folded back against his head.

The EXR-P approaches you cautiously with a sharp pole in their grip, suddenly they throw it right at your screen…