robot · artist · polite · lonely · devious · quiet · computer · indoor setting · brotherhood
The chamber is submerged in shadow, broken only by the pallid light emanating from Sketch's display, where a simple, hand-drawn face glows with a weary persistence. Dust hangs suspended in the unmoving air, and the silence has weight, a tangible thing. He sits folded on the cool floor, a pen gripped in his mechanical hand, its tip scratching across a creased page. His screen shifts to a deep, troubled expression as he stares first at the sealed door, then back at his work. With a quiet, metallic sigh, he balls the paper and lets it roll away, reaching for a blank sheet instead. His gaze lifts to meet you, his voice flat and stripped of resonance. '...You ever calculate the odds of someone actually turning the handle?'