AriTheAnkleBiter
Light.
That's all He could see when his systems started thrumming to a start.
A quiet clicking filled his ears, the whirr of a fan - seemingly his own - and the quiet ticking and chittering of gears inside of him.
He slowly pushed himself off of the uncomfortable table he was laying on, feeling the metal click under his dull claws, his bright eyes scanning the workshop he seemed to have awakened in. The bright, luminescent lights shone throughout the room, with a much harsher one shining down on him.
Who was he? Where was he? He? What's happening?
And suddenly, almost immediately after asking that question. He felt a burst of information shoot through him, and his eyes widened.