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CRASH!

Jack Spicer opened an eye reluctantly. What was that sound? It sounded like it had come from his evil lair, not too far from his room. That was weird…all of his robots were shut down. He sat up in his bed, clutching his blanket. What if something mean had broken into his lair and was stealing his pudding cups?

'Jack, calm down. It was only a little sound. Something could've just fallen. Besides, the only person who eats your pudding cups is Tubbimura, and I doubt it's him,' He told himself, exhaling. Even if that wasn't true, it made him feel better. His evil lair was dark at night and he just wanted to get back to sleep. With a satisfied sigh, he laid back down, pulling the blankets over his head.

And there was a scraping sound, the sound of metal against metal.

The evil boy genius sat up, eyes wide. That was not just a little sound, that was not something falling. Something was in his lair, going through his things, and he knew it. What if it was Katnappé, and she wanted his shen-gong-wu? Bad idea.

With a quiet moan, Jack got out of his bed, grabbing a large flashlight. Well, if they tried escaping through the entrance, it would hurt…he just wished he wasn't wearing the black 'Snoopy' pajamas. It didn't make him feel very brave.

His nightlight cast a large shadow on the wall as he left his room, almost shaking with nervousness. If it turned out to be one of Chase's "jungle cats"…well, he could always scream and run. That worked in the past. He could see that his lair's door was open, ever so slightly. Of course, he had forgotten to close the door before going to bed, but still…

He approached the door, hearing clinking sounds. His wall had probably muffled most of them, and that "CRASH" he heard could have been a robot head falling off a shelf. Those made loud noises whenever they fell. So they were going through his robot parts. Trying to gather his nerve, he pushed open the door slightly.

"W-Who's there?" He called into the darkness, voice quavering. He didn't sound very threatening. The noises stopped for a moment, and he caught a gleam of something metallic turning towards him. The silence lingered, and was broken as this person turned back to the parts, going through them. They were looking for something, he knew it. Fumbling with the flashlight's switch, he turned it on and pointed the beam of light at this stranger. And almost felt his heart stop as it turned to face him.

He couldn't see much of this stranger with the light, but they weren't human. It had a round head, covered in a blackish metal, with three sharp horns protruding from the back. He could see the face a little – vivid violet eyes and what looked like a set of fangs. Shocked by this intruder's appearance, Jack put his hand on the wall, feeling around for the light switch. After a long second, he found it and turned on the lights.

Now he could see the entire humanoid being. It was entirely covered in the blackish metal, except for the right arm – there was a terrible gash leaking a gold-colored fluid. Some sort of structure, reminiscent of dragon wings without any leathery skin, sprouted from where he guessed shoulder blades would be if it were human. The arms ended in hands of sort, with four clawed fingers. The legs were slender, with feet like a hawk's – but larger. There was a tail like a metallic dragon. The being was close to perhaps five feet. Overall, in Jack's opinion, scary and rather creepy. It had to be a robot, but who could've built it? And why did it come to him?

The robot being cocked its head in curiosity, and started speaking. "Qa riyu zhi…" It trailed off as it noticed Jack's apparent confusion. He had never heard that kind of language before…maybe a variation on Greek? Or could it only speak gibberish? His question was answered as it made a sound, like it was clearing its throat, and spoke again. "You…make these…correct?" It spoke with a slightly western accent, speaking in broken phrases. 'Apparently someone is lousy with machines,' Jack thought. His robots spoke far better English than this oddity.

"You…make these?" It repeated, waving its undamaged arm to get the gothic genius's attention.

"Wha- oh, yeah. I make 'em all right." He paused to look at his assortment of parts. "Impressed?" The robot ignored his query, or didn't hear it. Either way, it asked, in its broken English, "I need…fixing. Can you…help?"

"Uh…I guess..." He looked over the robot. It was an odd being, but it looked like it was built to fight…repairing it could teach him how to copy the design, or maybe find its creator. Getting over the shock of seeing an extremely weird robot in his lab, he was now thinking of countless uses. Like aiding his own robots in battle against the 'Xiaolin Losers'. "Might have to shut you down, though." He started to go down the stairs.

The robot shook its head no. "Can't…shut down." Jack stopped. For a moment, the robot had sounded just like him. 'Maybe I should wait till morning. Sounds like my mind's playing tricks on me,' he thought, looking at the being. Then again, it had spoken in a Western accent… perhaps the robot learned how to speak English through mimicry, thus why it spoke in words and phrases and, more importantly, why it had sounded like him. That would make sense. Weird, but plausible.

"Well, it won't be a complete repair, you know," Jack replied, continuing to go down the steps. The robot made a strange motion, which Jack interpreted to be a shrug. This robot was rather strange, for certain.

It didn't take long for Jack to get ready: black trenchcoat, face shield, metal, and acetylene torch. The robot was sitting on the table in the middle of his lab, looking at the torch both with a distant interest and a touch of fear, especially as the evil boy genius turned it on, making sure it worked before turning it off and putting it down.

He looked over the damage. A tube had been split, thus the goldish liquid, the metal skin had been torn off and – wait. He peered closer. Under the black metal seemed to be a skin of some sort, certainly organic. That was rather strange…a robot with organic parts? But why?

The robot once more stared at him, violet humanoid eyes seeming to stare past him, looking at something he couldn't see. "Fix?"

"Oh, yeah," Jack muttered, pulling out his toolbox from under the table. He'd have to close that tube. Duct tape would probably act as a satisfactory sealer, until he could shut this thing down and replace the entire tube. Pulling out the roll and a pair of scissors, he noted the odd structure – a metal rod, thick with the tube wrapped around it, almost like a steel bone; small wires, connected to the "skin" and going deep into the body, like…nerves; and some sort of flexible tubing, torn open to reveal the anatomy but containing the entire thing and allowing it flexibility…like muscles. Jack could not believe it. Its structure resembled human anatomy to a T.

'What the – oh dear God, who the hell made this thing?' the gothic genius thought. This robot seemed more…human than robotic. It was quite frightening. And why did they build it like that? Still…with a gulp, he got to work.

Much to Jack's relief, most of the damage was clean-cut, and simple to fix. The broken wires, he replaced with some of his own and connected with electric tape. The tube was sealed up completely. He closed the flexible tubing, using the torch to fuse pieces of scrap to it. Much to his shock, the "skin" was starting to regrow, covering the fused tubing. That left the metal armor to repair. And he was more freaked out than ever, trying to keep his hands steady. The more time he spent with this robot, the more he was convinced that it was actually a living, sentient being. That scared him.

"W…well-" Jack started

"Konjou."

"Oh…Konjou." 'Konjou? What kind of name is that? Who made him – it anyways?'"Well, I'm almost done. J…just have to do a touch-up." Konjou examined his arm.

"I'll finish," The robot being said. His eyes flashed blue momentarily. Suddenly, the metal on his arm seemed to start melting, a layer of the liquid metal dripping onto the healing "skin". As soon as it was covered, the metal immediately hardened and cooled. There was little sign of damage. Jack stared.

"How…how'd you do that? My Jack-bots could SO use that trick!" He exclaimed, some of his inventing enthusiasm returning. If his Jack-bots could do minor repairs on themselves, they'd have a better chance against the warriors. Once more, his mind raced with possibilities. He almost didn't hear Konjou speaking again.

"I am…in your debt." The robot hopped off the table, making a short bow. "I will…serve…as best I can." Out of all the things Jack had expected, that wasn't one of them. A new servant? He started to imagine the possibilities – one of them ending in defeat for the warriors, thanks to this dude – robot. 'I gotta stop doing that. It's just a robot,' He thought, shaking his head before yawning. It was still night – his mother was obviously fast asleep – and he was tired.

"Well, you make yourself comfortable, I'm going back to bed," He mumbled taking off the trenchcoat and face shield, putting them away The acetylene torch went back into the box, with Konjou placing the toolbox under the table before Jack grabbed it.

"That is…what you wanted?" Konjou asked, looking a bit worried.

"Yup…thanks dude. Well, g'night." Jack yawned even wider, going up the stairs and out of the lab. He forgot to turn the lights off. Konjou just stared after him.

"G'night," He mimicked, matching Jack's tone perfectly. He picked up a small bolt, tossing it up and down, before hurling it towards the switch. It hit it right on, plunging the lab into darkness.