Fix-ups
A starter for @melancholic-herald
Heavy footsteps echoed through the dense fog of Zaun’s Emberflit Alley as a brightly colored robotic automaton searched through the street for the scientist known for his robots and augments. The robot’s headpiece’s bells jingling through the night’s thick smog.
The automaton stopped as he finally reached the laboratory’s large gates. Shaco showing off his magic as he blinked over the gates. His large blue optics blinked as his inner lens narrowed to read the small text on the large metal doors to his creator's laboratory.
The robotic jester was in rough shape as parts of his chassis was rusting, others were dented and his arms were bandaged to hide his missing arm plates and twisted wires. The automaton rose his creaky arm and rung the bell, it’s sharp buzz echoing through the building as the robot finally spoke, his voice box faint and distorted from age.
“Viktor, are you there?”