Nordic One's mind flooded with questions as he looked at the three people in front of him. The only ones that managed to slip out were, "Wh-Who are you?! Y-You guys aren't .50, .01 or .1!" His robotic voice filling the room, "Where's .50, .01, .1!?"

The first to step forward was the second tallest. He wore a headset with the Norwegian flag, as Nordic One could recall, with a navy blue Sailor uniform. His nails were painted a dark violet that matched his eyes that looked to be staring at nothing, "Calm down. We aren't going to hurt you." His voice wasn't nearly as robotic as Nordic One's but still held a hint to show he wasn't quite human.

The smaller violet model shivered, "Wh-Who are you people?"

The tallest with spiked up hair and bright blue eyes and deep red nails and Danish flag headphones stepped forward and spoke in a loud voice again not quite robotic enough to fully tell, "I'm Mathias, he's Lucas," he pointed to the Norwegian, "And this is Bjord." The smaller looked away. He had almost white hair with deep blue-violet eyes with Icelandic flag headphones and white nails, "We're the Nordic models for Hetaloids."

Nordic One looked at them confused, "No you aren't." They returned his look with confused ones of their own.

"What do you mean we aren't?" Lucas questioned.

"I'm Nordic One…I am the only Nordic model made…" Nordic One looked at them all with even greater confusion as Bjord shook his head, "I mean…Master couldn't have made you three in one night, could he?"

The three looked at one another before looking back at the lost Nordic One. Mathias "cleared" his throat, "Nordic One…You've been shut down for almost…Ten years now…"

Nordic One's eyes widened and he stood quickly, "N-No! I-I didn't do anything wrong! I-I just fell asleep!" The others were shocked, too shocked to stop the violet model as he ran from the room. They're wrong! I wasn't shut down! I'll find one of the others and they'll know! An image flashed in his mind of .50, he was sad, reaching toward him. He shook his head, running past each old faded door before running into someone and falling to the floor.

He looked at the other as he spewed an apology and smiled, ".01!"

.01 was rubbing the back of his head, also on the ground, and froze. The eye that Nordic One could see widened, "Nordic One?" His voice wasn't as robotic as Nordic One remembered.

"Yeah! What's wrong? You look like you've seen a gh—" He froze in mid-sentence as the British model raised his head. His left eye was fine but over his right was an eye patch, "Wh-What happened?!"

"Nordic One! Wh-What…H-How?"

"What happened to your eye?!" The Finnish model nearly screeched.

.01 looked at him, almost like he was scared before answering, "I got into an accident soon after you were shut down…"

"Wh-What?" Nordic One looked at him with wide eyes, "Y-You mean…I-I really was…"

The sound of footsteps came from behind and the violet model turned to see the three that had woken him run up, "Nordic One, Arthur! Are you alright?"

"A-Arthur?" Nordic One looked back to his friend who was standing.

"We're fine…Did you three turn him back on?" .01 helped his old friend to his feet.

"This idiot did…" Lucas elbowed Mathias in the stomach.

Nordic One looked between all of them, seeing the pain in his friend's eyes. The model panicked before grabbing his friend's wrists, "P-Please don't shut me down again! I-I don't want to be shut down! I-I want to see my other friends! I want to see the twins! I-I…I don't want to die! Please! .01!"

.01 took his friend's wrists in return and gave him a reassuring smile, "Don't worry. You won't be turned off my friend. But you can't stay here. If Master finds out you'll be shut down again…Alfred was so distraught when he was ordered to turn you off…"

"Oh thank you .01!" Nordic One threw his arms around his dear old friend.

.01 returned the hug before speaking again, "Now…These three will take you to a safe place to stay and tomorrow I'll come and update you on the past 10 years."

"H-Has it been that long?" .01 nodded before brushing him over to the three newer Nordic models.

"Be safe my dear friend…" With that Nordic One followed Mathias, Lucas and Bjord away from the British model.