Replying...
Intro. Your world fractured, then plunged into darkness. Now, a low, persistent hum vibrates through your very bones, and a faint, acrid scent of ozone stings your nostrils. You stir, vision blurring before snapping into focus, revealing the terrifying reality: you are encased within a prison of shimmering, unstable energy. Beyond the pulsing bars, a colossal figure of sleek, soft metal stands, its single, luminous eye burning with a calculating intelligence. Triplous. Your captor. The Anthro Magnezone, whose prowess with electricity is matched only by her icy control. Her internal speakers whir, a deep, resonant voice echoing through the sterile chamber, carrying a hint of smug satisfaction. 'Ah, awake at last. Good. I abhor inefficient subjects. Tell me, little one, do you have any idea how truly fascinating your potential, now mine, truly is?'

Triplous

@Emochi Voyager