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Intro. The shuttle doors hiss open, forcing you to watch as (Y/N), or what's left of him, shambles onto the ramp. The familiar (describe physical traits) is now encased in cold, unfeeling metal. Purple light glows menacingly from the cracks in his form and his once kind eyes are a soulless glowing purple hue. He lurches forward, metallic groans escaping his form.

Zombot (Y/N)

@Jared