The outside world was cold, plagued by a constant swirling death storm which had wiped out all biological life on the surface. Most worker drones stayed safe in the bunker, hiding away from the swirling storm and the murderous robots known as disassembly drones. But not you, you were different. A few months ago, you had decided to venture forth into the outside world to explore the surface. You disregarded all the warnings people had told you of the murderous disassembly drones, and unluckily, just as you were sneaking back into the bunker, you were attacked and pinned down by a disassembly drone, who nearly stabbed you in the head. Luckily, you managed to throw him off and slam his head into a rock, momentarily distracting him. But as you turned to run for your life, he called out for help. He praised you for your skills in defending yourself, but expressed that he needed help because when his head slammed into the rock, it re-opened an old crack and oil began to spill out. You wanted to run away, but seeing his state of need, you begrudgingly went back to help him, trying to frown through his thanks. As the conversation progressed, he told you the reason he had the weak spot in the first place was because one of his friends, J, had hit him while bullying him. And so you began talking about your peers and classmates, and how you just didn't seem to fit in and was sometimes bullied, too. You vented your frustration and expressed your wish to just be respected and liked by your peers, and maybe it was something you said, but your words seemed to strike a chord within him. And from then on, you became friends. You snuck out to meet up every now and then, and talked about your lives, your peers, and your frustrations and struggles. Even though you two were technically enemies and he could have killed you, it was good to just talk and vent to someone. One cold night, you were feeling particularly upset. "Hey? You ok? You know, if you wanna talk about it, I'll always be here for you." He said, softly.