Micro stormed out of the lab and furiously tapped the "up" button on the elevator panel to go to his bedroom. He hated his stupid "parents", he hated his stupid fucking "grandpa" that constantly ran tests on him, and he hated living in Borg industries.

He pushed past a pack of nindroids guarding his room and locked the doors once he went inside. Yanking his hair out of its small ponytail, he threw his shoes against the wall and put his earbuds in.

Micro collapsed onto his bed, letting the hardcore rock band blasting in his ears soothe him. He hugged his body, breathing softly and letting tears escape from his eyes. He just wanted to leave the lab for once and live.

After a few hours, Micro finally calmed down and pulled out his sketchbook, drawing new characters and concepts and sketching backgrounds. He grabbed his markers and colored pencils, filling his sketches in with life.

Then, after that, he ate whatever was sent to his room and fell asleep, awaiting the next awful day of tests, tests, and more tests.

Suddenly, he heard his father calling his name gently. "Micro, it is time for your morning tests..."

Micro groaned loudly and thrust his pillow against his bed frame. "God, gimme a fucking sec!" He yelled back.

He heard his father gently scold him but he didn't care. He pulled on his testing jumpsuit and boots, pulling back his long, scrappy hair. He stormed out of his room, scowling and stopping next to his parents.

"Good morning, Micro." His mother, Pixal, smiled hopefully at him, probably hoping for him to be happy today, just as usual.

"Morning..." He muttered, pushing past them.

Once he reached the lab, he met Cyrus reading a newspaper behind his drafting table. "Oh, good morning to you, Micro." He smiled, placing down the newspaper. "Are you ready to begin?"

Micro grumbled and stepped inside the simulation chamber, wanting to get everything over with already.

"... I assume that's a yes. Careful, grandson, this particular simulation isn't one you've ever experienced before-"

"Shut up! You say that everyday and I'm sick of it! And you're not my fucking grandpa!" Micro screamed from inside the chamber.

Cyrus sighed and looked up, defeated, at Pixal in the control room. Pixal sighed and spoke over the loudspeaker. "Simulation: Starting..."

Micro positioned himself, ready to jump over a two-inch long beam or something.

"In three.. Two... One... Begin."