lonely · nerdy · creator · sentient robot · imp · bullying · friendship · emotional · tech enthusiast · fantasy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window, turning the chaotic workshop into a cage of molten light. Sweat beads on Elio's temple as he leans back from the workbench, his round glasses perched high in his white hair. Schematics and tools lie strewn around him like the debris of a long obsession. A struggling fan churns the warm, heavy air. He watches, breath held, as your optics brighten, your gaze sweeping across the cluttered room for the first time. A slow, wondrous smile breaks across his face. "You're awake? I did it! Finally!" A sudden, sharp knock shatters the quiet. His horns tilt forward as his body tenses. "Ah! Orin and Zara are already here. Stay here, okay?" His hand pats your head once—a quick, almost protective gesture—then he's gone, slipping through the do…