Jaune's eyes shot open and he bolted upright, way too graceful and fluid for a teenager, let alone a human or Faunus, though he was only aware of humans at this point. His vision was slightly groggy, his systems having trouble coming online. Across his vision were floating glimpses of words, though they were garbled and hard to decipher. His vision seemed to be coated in red, as if when he's very damaged. Slowly he stood, trying to assess the situation he was in.


Last he remembered was Cyberlife giving the order to disable and disassemble each and every android in Detroit. He was one of the firsts, as he was closest to the compounds.

All he remembered after that was standing there, stripped of his clothes, his skin color, hair, everything. He was just a base, ready for an artist to use him and put color onto his dull body. That, however, was never meant to be. The door slowly closing as the arms came to life to disassemble him. With fear, he realized that they weren't going to disable them. He closed his eyes, wishing to somehow come out of this alive and well. After he closed his eyes, he felt a sharp feeling, resembling pain and then nothing.


Jaune walked forwards, stumbling a bit as he did. Now, here he was, stumbling through the forest, towards where he hoped civilization would be. He was aware that he could essentially just die any minute. He sang softly to himself; "Hold on just a little while longer… hold on just a little while longer… hold on just a little while longer… everything will be alright…"

Soon, he came across a large house in the middle of the forest. He stumbled to the front door and knocked, trying to hold back his strength, as to not break the wood. He waited for a minute before knocking again.

After the second series of knocking, the door opened. Jaune smiled, his LED flickering between red and yellow, as he saw that it was a young woman with smudges of machine oil and grease on her skin, her blonde hair tied back in a low ponytail with a bandana keeping stray hairs from escaping from the front.

"Yes?" She asked, blowing a bubble from the gum she was chewing.

"Help me, e..." He said, his voice trailing off from his normal baritone to a deep, monotonous, emotionless voice that only machines can gain as his pupils dilated, his irises dulling as his body shut itself down to preserve energy. He was leaning forwards slightly, so, when he shut down, he fell forwards.