The conveyor belt rumbled beneath my treads.
The belt shook so hard my HUD started jittering.
It wasn't a smooth ride.
My pathing bugged out on the rust—kept snagging like my hitbox was scuffed.
Clang. Chunk. Clang. Chunk.
I couldn't move.
Turret rotation? Locked.
Pathing? Locked.
I was basically an unskippable cutscene—stuck on the platform, getting dragged into the fog.
Ahead, the belt disappeared into Fabrication Unit #7.
The belt jerked. I was centered under a massive scanning array.
Blue scan lines swept over my busted chassis.
[SCANNING ASSET...]
[DIAGNOSIS: STRUCTURAL INTEGRITY CRITICAL]
[ACTION: EMERGENCY STABILIZATION]
"Wait, what?"
Mechanical arms descended—not with blades, but with injectors.
Thick needles punched into what was left of my frame.
HISS.
Cold metal fluid flooded my system—thick, heavy, like someone poured cement into my joints.
[SYSTEM RESTORE INITIATED]
Green numbers flooded my HUD.
[+200 HP]
[+200 HP]
[+200 HP]
My HP bar raced back up, filling to the brim. The static in my vision cleared. The Data Leak pain dulled, like a cheap patch slapped over my nerves.
[HP: 1250 / 1250 (RESTORED)]
"Okay," I gasped, blinking. "Maintenance routine. I can work with this. Maybe I can—"
Then the scanner flipped from Blue (Repair) to Violet (Reforge).
[ASSET STABILIZED.]
[INITIATING TEARDOWN FOR UPGRADE.]
"No," I whispered. "Wait."
CRUNCH.
Clamps slammed into my shoulders...
If that piston clipped me, I'd drop to DEAD before my screen even caught up.
"Come on," I hissed, trying to force an input through locked controls.
"Spaghetti code. C'mon—give me a glitch. Clipping, desync, anything."
Nothing. The script wouldn't budge.
The piston's shadow swallowed my HUD.
I saw the grime on the metal plate above. Scratched textures—other units had gotten crushed here.
The belt jerked. I was centered.
CRUNCH.
Clamps slammed into my shoulders, pinning my chassis.
[-60 HP]
Pain.
Corruption spiked and my HUD went nuts.
It felt like someone dragged a magnet across a hard drive—instant and wrong.
My vision pixelated. Red artifacting took over the HUD.
[CRITICAL STRUCTURAL FAILURE IMMINENT]
I braced for the last piston. The `System.exit(0)` moment.
The piston descended. Air pressure spiked.
Then, the world froze.
Not lag. A hard pause—like the whole match got paused mid-fight.
A golden window popped up, overriding the red alert text.
[SYSTEM ALERT]
[SCANNING INVENTORY...]
[CHECKING SOURCE FILE: CHEM-HOUND_ENGINE_CORE.HEX]
The piston hovered inches from my faceplate.
[ACCESS GRANTED]
[PROTOCOL OVERRIDE: CUSTOM CHASSIS INITIATED]
The clamp didn't crush me. It rotated.
It lifted me off the belt and started spin-cycling me like loot on a bad carousel.
My stabilizers freaked out. My HUD went sideways.
A new arm descended. Not a piston.
A segmented arm with a violet laser cutter on the end.
It floated over my chest plate. The heavy iron slab I'd inherited from the Siege Minion prefab.
[SYSTEM: PREPARING SURFACE FOR UPGRADE]
"No," I whispered.
"Wait—don't touch my hitbox."
The laser fired.
[-45 HP]
It didn't burn. It unmade.
The beam carved a jagged line through the iron plating.
My touch feedback maxed out—like biting foil on a filling, but it hit my whole head at once.
Another arm swung down. A magnetic claw.
It slammed onto the superheated chest plate.
CLANG.
It wrenched backward. My chest plate ripped free.
[-80 HP]
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I gasped. My cooling fans hit max speed.
I looked down. No blood.
Just the dull gray mesh underneath.
Wires pulsed with faint blue core-light, and my vents sucked in toxic air like the factory was trying to debuff me.
"Stop," I groaned.
"I need that armor. My base stats..."
The factory didn't care about my stats. It cared about the build order.
[REMOVING LEGACY ASSETS...]
Two heavy power wrenches dropped down. They latched onto my shoulder pauldrons.
WHIRRR-CHUNK.
The bolts didn't unscrew. They got ripped off.
[-60 HP]
The left pauldron fell away.
WHIRRR-CRACK.
[-60 HP]
The right one followed.
My FPS dipped.
Debris filled my screen—FPS tanking as sparks and dust clogged the view.
I hung there, a stripped chassis.
Current HP: 945 / 1250
The laser arm returned. It moved lower. Towards my legs.
I tried to kick. My Move Speed got set to zero.
The laser traced a ring around my thigh joints.
The stink of burning grease was thick enough to taste.
It sliced. The magnetic claw returned.
TEAR.
Like having a bandage ripped off, if the bandage was welded to the bone.
[-110 HP]
Error spam poured down my HUD.
Missing textures. Model warnings.
[STRUCTURAL PREPARATION COMPLETE]
I hung there, stripped—my chassis down to the bare minimum the rig needed.
I checked my status. Armor: basically zero.
If a neutral creep breathed on me, I'd pop.
Current HP: 845 / 1250
"Okay," I wheezed—my audio glitching.
"I'm stripped. What's the install?"
From the ceiling, a heavy industrial injector lowered.
But before it could reach me, the claw arm swiveled.
It held a standard Siege Minion Power Cell. A neat, blue core-crystal.
[ITEM: Standard Core-Crystal (Grade D)]
[CAPACITY: 500 MP]
"No," I rasped.
That battery could run a basic unit. It wouldn't carry me.
If that plugged in, I'd get hard-capped. Downscaled. Just another NPC.
I focused on my right arm. The restraints were tuned for standard minion weight.
I forced my servos past their limit.
No more rules.
My arm twitched. My hitbox buzzed against the clamp.
[WARNING: DATA LEAK DETECTED]
[-10 HP]
Snap.
My right hand tore free.
I didn't hesitate. I accessed my inventory.
[INVENTORY ACCESSED]
My fingers closed around the Tox-Tech Engine Fragment.
It felt disgusting—pulsing, greasy Sink-born junk that shouldn't have been warm.
It pulsed like it belonged in a trash heap, not inside me.
I knocked the blue crystal out of the claw's grip. It clattered off the belt and out of sight.
[ERROR: COMPONENT MISSING]
"I've got the component right here."
I slammed the Tox-Tech Fragment into my open chest socket.
It didn't fit. The socket was square. The fragment was jagged and wrong.
I shoved harder. Metal shrieked.
I felt my insides cave in.
[-85 HP]
"Fit, damn you!"
I mashed it in and forced a hitbox glitch to make it count.
The pins bent. The connectors snapped into place where they had no business fitting.
The green goo—Mutagen—ran straight into my chassis.
It touched my core.
[-16 HP]
My vision tore—the world went wireframe, like the map failed to load textures.
Then, the engine kicked over.
THUMP-THUMP.
Dirty power kicked through my limbs.
[+120 HP]
My HUD stabilized. Red warnings turned toxic green.
[HARDWARE INTEGRATION: FORCED]
[NEW SOURCE DETECTED: TOX-DRIVE (UNSTABLE)]
[STATS UPDATED]
[+20 AD]
[+150 Max HP]
The assembly line lurched.
The machine noticed I wasn't the same unit anymore.
A massive press arm descended. It held a slab of chrome plating the size of a door.
CLANG.
The impact knocked the breath out of me—my audio stuttered too.
[-25 HP]
The plate slammed over the exposed reactor, crushing the delicate wiring I'd just mashed together.
Another arm. Left shoulder.
CRUNCH.
[-10 HP]
Right shoulder.
CRUNCH.
[-12 HP]
I screamed—jagged digital static, like my audio was crashing.
The system was burying that heat under layers of heavy iron.
[ARMOR CLASS UPDATED: HEAVY]
[+30 Armor]
[+30 Magic Resist]
Automated welders flared. The heat was instantaneous.
TEMP: 102°C... CRITICAL.
"Too hot," I wheezed.
"I’m getting capped..."
The Tox-Tech engine, trapped behind fresh welds, boiled.
The fluid didn’t leak out. It backed up into me.
[CONTROL OVERRIDE: MOVEMENT]
[CONTROL OVERRIDE: PAIN FILTER]
The pain hard-cut to silence.
In its place: cold power, numb and hungry. Like overclocking your GPU until it starts cooking itself.
[SYSTEM UPDATE: SIEGE UNIT CHASSIS INSTALLED]
[SIZE MODIFIER: +15%]
I flexed my hand—new servos fighting my old muscle memory.
The servo whined—low and nasty.
The slender fingers were gone, encased in articulated iron gauntlets.
The welders retracted. The clamps released.
I sat up. The table groaned.
THUD.
My feet hit the floor. I felt heavy. Dense. Solid. No more ghosting through walls.
A cannon lay on the conveyor rig next to me. The Tox-Mutagen Cannon.
I picked it up. It snapped into the magnetic lock on my arm.
The power surged from the reactor into the barrel.
The coils lit up, toxic green crawling along the barrel.
I took a step. The metal grating screamed under my weight.
"Deployment successful," I rumbled—system voice, not mine.
My voice boomed through a chest speaker.
I raised the cannon. The crosshair snapped to a rusted vent.
Crisp. Clean.
Then my FPS tanked.
Hard freeze. Full lockup.
My vision froze. The audio loop got stuck on a jagged buzz.
Tzzz-Tzzz-Tzzz.
"No way," I thought.
"Crash?"
The game jumped ahead three seconds.
My arm jerked down, slamming into my side.
CLANG.
[-15 HP]
[CRITICAL SYSTEM FAILURE]
[ERROR: CONTROLS BUGGED OUT. MOVEMENT SCUFFED.]
"No," I grunted.
I tried to move my leg.
Nothing.
Three seconds later, my leg finally caught up—kicked out and folded a tool cart.
"Input lag," I realized—my body was reacting three seconds late.
"My ping’s through the roof."
The Tox-Tech engine roared, trying to compensate.
My temperature gauge spiked.
[WARNING: OVERHEAT DETECTED]
[COOLANT PUMP FAILURE]
[-5 HP / sec]
Klaxons shrieked.
WOOP. WOOP.
[SECURITY ALERT: UNAUTHORIZED ASSET MODIFICATION]
The blast doors at the end of the chamber began to grind open.
I stood there venting steam, HP ticking down.
The biggest thing in the room.
Armed with a cannon that could delete a turret.
But I couldn’t aim—my controls were still scuffed.
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