Luckily the ground around his home was solid, there was something strenuous about walking through soft sand, especially on sunny humid day. Of course there was always some sort of commotion going on at the scrap yard when he got home from school, Whether it be welding, slicing, or some form of building. His dad had a new invention idea every week, even if it wasn't something logical or innovative he always said 'you'll never know until you try it.' It was no surprise that today was no different, and it had seemed that there was another truckload of scrap that was delivered while he was gone. Jay took no time to set down his things and quickly headed over to the new pile, curiosity as to what could have been brought this time. Last time his father and himself managed to find and fix up an old radio; the wiring was a little faulty and the sound wasn't the most modern, but it worked and that's what mattered most.

"Oh hello there son!" Ed chirped, having been rummaging through the stuff previously, "Eager to help sort the goods, huh? Is your homework done?" Jay had raised his eyebrows and darted his eyes.
"Uhh…"
"D'oh Jay, you know you're not supposed to help me sort until you get your papers done," He watched his son sigh and nod his head, "But… I think I can let it slide for today, just don't tell your mother." Ed winked. "There's a lot of good stuff this time around!" As the two spent their time sorting and chattering, the sun slowly dipped down out of the sky and into the horizon. Ed had headed inside to wash up when jay's mother emerged from the camper.
"Jay~! Come get some dinner, it's chicken dumpling soup!" She chimed.
"I will mom! Just a minute!" He hollered back, still digging through.
"Okay, but don't take too long, your soup will get cold!" Today had been a bust, mostly just metal piping, broken technology with no way of repair, torn up car parts, but he didn't want to take that. 'I'm so close to finding something, I can feel it' he told himself over and over, sifting through and being mindful of the sharp points. With the deep blue sky fading to black, he felt his own ambition melting away. Stubbornly with the last of the sun's light disappearing, he gave one final kick to the pile creating a landslide of metallic noise before losing balance and rolling down along with it. Unfortunately the landing was not soft, but it wasn't sharp either. Jay grunted and rubbed his head before lifting it to see what broke his fall. His eyes widened as a smile spread to accompany it.

"Mom! Dad! I found a keyboard!" Jay chirped, stepping in and holding the synthesizer triumphantly. Unfortunately a few of the keys were smashed now, but the rest seemed in tact.
"Oh good find son!" Ed smiled, taking another sip of the soup, "Does it work? Have ya turned it on?"
"Not yet, I think I broke some of the keys, it looks a little old but intact! Who would throw away such a cool instrument?" jay looked around for an open outlet, only to be stopped by his mother.
"Now Jay, you have to eat your soup first before you can go tinkering."
"Oh! Right, dinner." his hunger had seemingly dissolved into the excitement of repair, but the reminder snapped his stomach into action with a low 'grr'. Luckily it hadn't gone too cold quite yet, there was a little warmth to it. Jay was quickly trying to drink it down when his mother asked the oh so usual 'how was your day?' Needless to say, the routine talk continues with the 'it was good' and 'I did this', though his mind kept wandering to the newly found treasure. After finishing up, he took the keyboard out back to the bench and flicked the headlights on, pulling out the toolbox full of various screwdrivers and needle-nose clamps.
He lifted the cover up, coughing as a plume of dust comically blew out. The insides were caked with cobwebs and dirt particles, it was as if someone had it lying open for a long time. Jay dragged his finger along the insides, scrubbing a little to try to break the encrusted layer. He grabbed a rag and some cleaning detergent and began gently rubbing the scum away, running a q-tip along the circuitry delicately. After a bit more of gentle touch up, he finally was able to see the innards for what they were, and by golly were they gorgeous. The green and brown boards glistened with gold and copper lines, all of which hooking into various switches, sound bytes and ram cubes. To one side, there was a built in record player and carver to put songs in or on, while the other had a sizeable speaker and microphone input. Jay had taken out the soldering rod and fixed the few circuits that were damaged either previously or accidentally by him, as well as fixing the key mechanisms that were dented. Cleaning the stuck-on sludge from the case, he put it back together, the white bold 'JULIEN-40' shining brightly amongst the dark grey plastic.

Plugging it in and flipping the power switch on, the LED screen and variously lights began flashing in various patterns. Along the main screen in the middle, the words 'WELCOME TO THE JULIEN-40 EXPERIENCE' scrolled past before displaying the current settings. Jay slowly pushed down the keys, hearing them chime as he did. He instantly began fiddling with the switches, giggling to himself as the funky noises and beats escaped the speaker. He pushed on the sliders, hearing the reverb, pitch, and tempo change as he went. Part of him wished he knew how to actually play, just pressing down keys at random was fun but not satisfying. Turning it off, he took the synth back indoors where he got ready for a good night's sleep. Tomorrow was Friday, the last school day of the week, and he didn't want to end the week by being sleepy in class.

There was a gentle beep that echoed in the back of his frozen mind. The circuits passed volts like blood streaming through veins, the metal man springing his eyes open, the call waking him from his coma. It was time.

Jay was soundfully asleep, curled under his covers. It was fall, and the nights in ninjago were cold. Didn't help that the camper had a lack of insulation, luckily the blue puffy blankets made up for it. He twitched an eyebrow, hearing this odd creaking noise.. It sounded like.. an old water pump? There it was again! Jay twitched an eyebrow and slowly opened his eyes, trying to register what the heck was going on. He loosley made out a silhouette of a face staring directly at him, a faint glow from behind a pair of sunglasses illuminating the metallic features. Jay squinted, 'this has to be a dream' he reasoned, he was still very tired- well, that's what he would assume had this face not have a hand to accompany it. He jumped and sucked down a scream as he pushed himself against the back wall. The man slowly watched him, standing strait up. Man he was tall!
"Wh-!" jay grabbed his pillow and held it threateningly, "Don't get any closer, you won't like me when I'm scared and sleep deprived!" he hiss-whispered, watching the man. "If you don't get out of my house within the next 3 seconds, I won't hesitate to attack." Jay stood there, slowly counting, but to no avail. The person refused to move. "Alright wise guy, here I come!" Jay whipped the pillow as hard as he could, feathers flying everywhere. The man had barely budged, though it was clear now to Jay that he had no intention of hurting him. "Who are you..? What do you want and why are you in my house?" Jay squinted, picking up his teddy bear as a backup weapon. The man pointed to the synthesizer and then to himself, face staying expressionless. "You came from the keyboard?" The man shook his head. "Oh, you're here for the keyboard?" The man shook his head. "Oh oh! You *are* the keyboard!" The man nodded and shrugged his shoulders, Jay was sorta right.

He looked around at Jay's room, tapping his index finger to his lips before snapping his fingers and taking the whiteboard off the wall. Pulling the cap off the marker that hung from it, he wrote, 'My name is Zane, Welcome to the Julien-40 Experience.'