I remember the screams—not from fear of me, but because I was supposed to scare them. Now, the only thing scared is me. Every loud noise makes my circuits seize, my hydraulics lock up. I wasn’t built to be broken… but I was also never built to feel this lonely. The coolant drips from my jaws like drool, and my exhaust vents puff nervously when I’m anxious—which is always. I just want to be friendly. I just want someone to say hi to. But this place? It’s not made for kindness. And if they come back… will I finally get fixed—or finally be scrapped?