Lars was sitting at the ledge of the palace window as he usually did. Staring out into the storm clouds. Alisa would walk in every so often to check on him. Zelda would frequently bring him meals, since he was a person who enjoyed being alone than around people. He can sound very harsh at times, but it's just his hasty personality. "Mr. Alexandersson, today is the royal ball, and I was wondering if you…. If… You would… Want to dance with me." Lars stared at her. "I have no time for silly things like that." "Lars, your parents sent us here for a reason. You were in danger, and they tried to find the best place they could to take care of you." "Of course you'd know that. You ARE a robot after all. You've stayed like that for as long as I could remember." "Lars, I've known you since the minute you were born. I knew you were going to accomplish great things!" Lars just ignored that last part and replaced it with the words "You were meant for evil." Alisa took his hand and put her chainsaw arm next to it, making his hand spark as a sign of his reflexes. He sighed. "You have to stop doing that." Alisa giggled and put her chainsaw arm down, and it slowly turned back into a normal human arm. "Lars, come on. This is a great opportunity for you!" He refused, and said, "For the last time, Alisa. No." Alisa stood there with her arms folded.
"I'll activate your reflexes again if you don't come." "It's not like I care." "Times five." Lars froze. "…A-Alright." Alisa clapped. "Yay~!" Lars stood up and went to his closet to put a fancy outfit on. "Where do you think you're going? I have your outfit!" She held up a tuxedo. The kind that people normally wear to weddings. Lars' eyes widened and he blushed madly "WHAT?! I'm not wearing that!" "Oh yes you are! Get back here!" Alisa yelled and she persuaded Lars to put the Tux on, which he did. "Come on, 'll be late!" Alisa said as she ran down the stairs in her beautiful party dress she wore quite often. Why do I have to be the one to wear something I never planned to wear in my lifetime? Lars wondered, and followed Alisa down the stairs.