Stop...

I see the blood.

I hear the scream.

My fingerprints.

Why won't it stop?

I'm begging you.

A smoking gun.

Make it stop.

The body count's climbing. 1. 4. 5-

Please! PLEASE!

9. 11. 15-

Make it stop.

Make it stop.

Make it stop. Make it stop. MakeitstopMakeitstopMakeitstopMakeitstopMAKEITSTOP-

Gasping for air, Y/N fell out of his cryogenic stasis pod as it opened suddenly. The human vomited, gagging and coughing as he curled up on the floor and he struggled to catch his breath. The sound of metal footsteps on metal flooring rang through the halls as the young man shivered in place. He was barely able to open his eyes and look up before he passed out again.

Not again! NOT AGAIN!

The screaming had returned, the young man whimpering in fear before finally letting out a scream of his own. Y/N bolted upright, dizzy, shaking, and scrambling to the closest thing to safety he had- the corner where his bed met the- his bed?

"Where... where am I?! Why is everything so... foggy?! hard... hard to breathe..." he sighed, hyperventilating. A figure came up, holding what looked vaguely like an oxygen mask, and took off the one that was already sitting on his face. Y/N grabbed it in an instant, putting it on his face. His vision slowly cleared and he saw the drone that had given him the oxygen mask.

"Are you alright?" the drone asked, looking concerned. Y/N just nodded. He was still a little dizzy, holding his head.

"Fortunately we have a series of sealed rooms we can move you to and oxygenators to create the proper atmosphere for you, but you might have to remain on oxygen outside of those areas. And your drone... it looks quite a bit like a Disassembly Drone... Is it... safe?" the worker drone asked, Y/N turning to the drone standing in the opposite corner, a deep scowl hiding the concern in his body language.

It was taller than the worker drone in front of him, with lime green eyes. It had on a blue shirt with a red letterman jacket over it, a K sewn on the chest. Although it wasn't visible from the front, the back had a cartoonish red-tailed hawk for the mascot. The jacket almost exaggerated his broad frame, the arms filling the sleeves in a way that implied a much more robust construction. It all came together into a look very familiar to the man still huffing oxygen.

"Is that my jacket?" The human asked, causing the tall drone to nod.

"You gave it to me as a guarantee to remember me, so the jacket was to serve as that reminder." The drone had a surprisingly friendly voice. The drone took off the jacket and walked over, draping it over the human.

"I'm Izura, a drone you built to be top of the line, with adaptable smart matter to repair damage and continue to improve without the need for constant maintenance. With the assistance of some geneticists, you were able to clone your brain and copy your memories over to these flash clones. You used one to create me. So I'm basically you but with a robotic body."

"If you're really me, then on the count of three, we'll say one of our favorite robot quotes. Alright? 3... 2... 1..." Y/N began, the drone nodding.

"Freedom is the right of all sentient beings!" they both shouted. The human went quiet, thinking. It seemed pretty logical all things considered. The shorter drone wearing a hard hat went to speak up but was cut off by the human before he could get a word out.

"I... built you. We were... ugh..." Y/N struggled to remember, frustration forcing him to stop.

"Unfortunately you kept my memory from recording until you had sealed yourself in cryogenic stasis and by then, you had me in power-saving mode. I don't remember anything before you woke up. It was a cautionary measure, you said. Perhaps this drone can help us fill in the blanks." Izura waved a hand to the drone behind him.

"Sorry for ignoring you. Um, what's your name?" Y/N asked, his breathing more steady as he calmed down.

"I'm Khan. Khan Doorman. As far as your past is concerned, a ship had crashed here shortly before whatever experiment JCJenson (In SPAAAAAAACE) was performing went haywire and nearly destroyed the planet. While we were taking parts from it for use later, we found your... chamber. We didn't exactly hate humans, so we didn't want to just kill you and instead tried to get you out. Nothing worked so we decided to maintain the thing and keep it working. Shortly after our bunker was built, we were sorting through the stuff in the ship's old storage bay and found nothing of real note, but kept it anyway. Didn't want to make you mad by throwing out your stuff before you woke up."

Y/N was grateful he had possessions other than just the clothes on his back. He, tentatively, stood up and made sure he was good on his feet before starting to walk, carrying his oxygen tank with him.

"Show me what I'm working with here," he said, a look of determination on his face.