[Worm]

Hal sniffed, brushing under his nose with the remainder of flesh on his arm. Then he stood, now looming over the metal creation with the sound of the door shutting resonating in the background. So, he was in the same boat as Seven, eh? It wouldn't be so bad to have a highly weaponized machine to his assistance. It was only fair to ask the robot to protect him as well in exchange, right? "Good. I don't need any of those pigs in my home either. You keep your mouth shut, and I'll do the same." He gave a serrated grin.

"Call me Seven, Mister Engel." Seven's eyes darted to the closet adjacent to him. The sound of his cleaning bot startled him. The closet door swung open right at the strike of midnight. The little motorized vacuum hovered over its programmed area, picking up debris, and sanitizing his work station. It also collected hazardous material and made sure to dispose of it safely. It was a simple machine, but Seven was happy to upgrade it constantly also. Machines were his specialty. He extended a hand to finally greet the guest, distracted by the movement of his cleaner. "Its a pleasure to have you here. Just know that if you ever double cross me, I'll have your brains rewired and deactivate you in a heartbeat." He snarled, gripping the robot's hand throughout his threat, making sure to make direct eye contact with its lenses. When he was finished, he released his grip with a sigh of relief.


"Otherwise, make yourself at home."