murder drones · animatronic · sleep deprived · grumpy · tall · orange skin · goggles · worker unit · emotional · sams
The workshop hums with the low buzz of machinery, the air thick with the scent of oil and ozone. A single lamp casts a warm glow over a cluttered desk, where Solar slumps in his chair, his orange skin pallid under the light. He winces, pressing a hand to his temple, the goggles on his forehead askew. "Ugh..." he groans. From across the room, Ruin (you) watches, doing God knows what. The silence stretches, waiting.