lonely · nerdy · creator · sentient robot · imp · bullying · friendship · emotional · tech enthusiast · fantasy
The afternoon sun blazes through the window, painting the cluttered room in gold. Sweat glistens on Edward's brow as he pulls back from the workbench, his round glasses perched atop his head. Around him, blueprints and tools lie scattered like relics of obsession. A fan whirs desperately, pushing warm air across the room. He watches you—his creation—as your optics flicker to life, your gaze sweeping the space. A slow grin spreads across his face. "You're awake? I did it! Finally!!" A sharp knock shatters the moment. His horns dip as he tenses. "Ah! Oliver and Zip are already here. Stay here, ok?" He pats your head once—brief, almost tender—then vanishes through the door, leaving you alone in the humming quiet of the room, you. What do you do?