Sonic OC Introduction

Is this how I’m supposed to exist? As a worker to a human, then promptly abandoned? I slam on my desk, putting down the small selection of tools and a sheet of metal. Then I pull out a mirror and hook it up to the wall near the wall, catching a brief glance of my face as I do so. I can straight away see the loose wires sticking out from my left eye; the visor that’s supposed to be hiding them having broken off up to the middle of my face.

I move the chair underneath the mirror, and hold up my left hand to aim at the backrest with the weapon attached. I fire a single, calculated shot, cleanly separating the backrest from the rest of the chair. I move back to grab the tools with my right hand, keeping my left gun pointed away. Then I lay onto the chair and look up to the mirror once more.

“Reports on the scavenge, now!” I call out, waiting to hear a voice speaking. I need to pretend I’m real when I’m fixing myself, even if the grey metallic surface and black visor betray that thought. Out of the corner of my eye – the one that’s still working, is one of my kind, a hedgehog with black fur, a few red stripes on its head. I could pretend they were organic if they weren’t so stiff and emotionless.

“We collected enough parts for regular repairs; and enough to cover up the damages in your facial area – but not any glass of sufficient size.” I know about the glass, if there were any I would’ve brought it with me. Well, it’s certainly better than nothing.

It isn’t long before the silence comes in, and I have to distract myself a little longer. “Did anyone see you?” The other machine nods, a worrisome sign. “Of course they did. How many attacked?” As I wait for the answer, I clamp up the last of the loose wires, a small sigh as sparks were no longer spitting out of my face. I pick up a long needle, checking on its size.

“There were zero attacks, they just stared for most of our scavenging, then one said ‘hello’ at the end.” I almost drop the needle at the news, only thing keeping me from looking over being the instability my parts still have. I jam the needle into a small hole in my eye, then lift my head up, the parts held stable thanks to it.

“Really?” I move over to pick up the sheet of metal and a blowtorch. “We might be fading from public knowledge… Might be safe to actually head out and pretend to be an organic creature, if I keep my weapon hidden…” I place the sheet of metal on my face, then turn the blowtorch on. I hold it away, both to avoid accidentally melting the wrong areas of my face, and to avoid ruining the painted stripes on my ‘quills’, they’re faded enough as is. “Get my jacket, I’m going to leave for once, android!”

“Yes, Shadow Android version 2.0” The android turns off and heads out. I then move the blowtorch up to my face, beginning to bond part of the metal to my face. I’m going to have to get used to only having one eye…