(Typed too much.)
Nightmare: Earth is covered in ice and snow. Every last living being is dead - frozen, eaten, slain, or otherwise - and the few survivors that made it to your base trashed every last Robo before succumbing to some sort of pathogen. The base's oxygen is running out, the tanks having been punctured by frantic, hallucinating humans. The back-up generators are close to failing and there's a constant scritching and scratching, clicking and clacking from somewhere within your home. It's moving. You know that much and no more.
Ulala went out to report the evacuation of Earth before the satellites exploded.
Fuse was last heard sending out a distress signal. You caught it before he was cut off.
The man begged you for assistance. Said he forgave you. He mentioned Ulala; "It's dissolving," he said before the static took over. The monitors wouldn't work and he wouldn't return any of your messages. A small squadron of Robos were deployed to act as messengers. They didn't come back.
No one has answered since then. Not Amy. Not Noize. Not Ulala or Fuse or Adachi. Galactic and universal travel has been impossible ever since the main generators gave out. It was around the same time the satellites exploded.
All so coordinated. This was in no way a series of coincidences.
Click clack screeeech.
It's in the air vents again. Why doesn't the coward come out already?
Whatever it is, the intruder is the only thing keeping you company in the base while you work on the Robos and transportation.
Nothing you do gets them operational again.
You are isolated, cold, and, unfortunately, not alone.
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You'd like to think you won't die like this.
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You'd like to think Fuse survived and is having just as hard a time as you are right now.
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You'd like to think someone will come.
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You'd like to think that your Robos will light up again.
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You'd like to think that dance power can save you.
But it won't.