Something.

Get me out.

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Where am I?
Who hit me with the bat?
Why am I in a box?!
I need someone to help me. I was about to say something, but remembered.

Not every species is kind.
I look to see the box could maybe fit a fridge in it. I am taller than a fridge. I am squished in this box. It's made of... maybe wood? Yeah, it's wood. I am stronger than wood. Then I hear a sound. It's muffled. Voices.

"Oh... ...d. What... I d... ...this robot. You...an idea?"

It's a human. They're talking with someone. Probably two humans. I am stronger than two humans. I turn my hand into a fist and throw it against the wodden box. It breaks and now there is a hole.

"HOLY SHIT!" A female voice says. I climb of the box, making the hole even bigger. I stand up.
The human female has black hair and is wearing a gas mask that goes over her mouth and nose, leaving her green eyes open.

She pulls out a pistol. I am so focused on her, that I don't notice the second presence next to her. If I want to survive, I'll have to attack. But I don't want to. I can't.

She lowers the pistol.

"You... won't attack me?"

"N....noo..."

"Ight, don't talk too much. Your audio system's damaged."

Just then, I notice the figure next her. It's way taller than me and her. If I am about 6'9" tall then this thing infront of me is about 7'4" tall.

"Oh, don't be scared. That's... Well, she didn't give me her name. I just call her Demon. Oh, and my names Kira."

I look up at 'Demon'. It looks like a giant robot. With horns. And scales made of metal it- she has a mask covering her mouth and nose. Also a gasmask. Her head looks human-shaped. In place of normal eyes there are 2 grey, dull and un-welcoming lights in the shape of an eye. There are also 2... long metal things on both sides of her head where her ears should be.

"Come on, let's fix you up. Also, Demon doesn't talk to anyone except me. So you'll have to find some other way of communication with her."

Kira lead me to a dimly lit room with a table. Around the table were many drawers.

"Lay down on the table. I'll knock you out for a few minutes, but you'll feel brand new when you wake up."

"I promise."

Promise.
Everything fades to black as she flipped a switch on my back.

A... promise?

I think I'm remembering something.

I promise you, I'll be back.
I promise you, I won't be hurt.
I promise you, I will never forget about you.

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I miss you so much.

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