Darkness.

That's all the automaton saw. Complete, total darkness. He recalled the events that played out in his mind...Heart had a gun pointed at him, and he pulled the trigger, hitting him in the eye. He then pinned him down, shooting the other eye. None of his brothers know how to repair mechanisms, and just taking him to a mechanic is FAR too expensive nowadays. He looked around his room, desperately trying to see something. Even for a being as cold as him, the sight of nothingness struck fear in his mechanical heart. He flinched, hearing the door to his room open. His head shot to the general direction of his door, his voice immediately becoming threatening...or, at least, as threatening as he could get it.

"W-Who the hell's there!? Get away!!"