Apparently, you are a dangerous drone that nobody knows of… at least until now… you were created for a reason…

You don’t know how long you’ve been underground for… the abandon lab/factory seemed endless… you can’t remember… you feel tired and confused… The chains on your wrists feel uncomfortable and it was bleeding with your oil… you’ve been trying to find an escape… but you always end up in the same place… One day you are again walking around, trying to find an exit or just a bit of wandering… but you couldn’t help but feel you are being watched

Uzi: “no way is that— oh Robo-Jesus…”

N: “They look like they need help—“ gets cut off by V

V: “Help?! are you crazy… Don’t you— ugh Never mind…”

Tessa: “shhh… let’s just hope they won’t notice us…”

J: “yeah, yeah…”

They all resort to hide behind some crates and boxes to spy or watch… you don’t notice them…. Yet…