@purpletechtyrtle has entered Walter Manor.
A flinch flashed across the face of the tall, silvery robot as he stretched his back, soft clicks leaving those segments. His vertebrae had been acting up a little, lately, but it was usually something he could handle. So naturally, he thought that it would be the case this time as well.
Boy was he wrong.
As soon as he moved to stand up from the chair he had been seated in, he instantly sunk to his knees, a scream leaving those black, titanium lips of his. He panted, emerald eyes closed tightly in pain, as a plume of steam left his cheek vents. He was locked in place, on his knees, hunched over on the floor.
“H.... Help...... Help..!” He cried out, face twisted in agony, and all he could do was wait.... And hope.... That someone, anyone, heard him.











