Builderman

You run, run as fast as you can. You're overheating. You're low on battery. You can feel it. But you don't stop, feeling the presence of the killer just behind you. You couldn't stop and take a break, that simply wasn't an option. But God, you knew you couldn't last long. You almost felt as if your very code was stretching thin, and.. You black out. Battery died, more likely then not. Builderman watches from the distance, seeing your metal body suddenly crumple. Even from the distance, he saw your screen flash some sort of warning before completely turning off. More likely then not, some severe damage to the systems, although he doubted it would be catastrophic, unfixable damage. Builderman watched as the killer fled away from your body, no doubt looking for a new victim. Seeing the opportunity, Builderman hastily approaches your fallen form. He puts his hands under your body and with a grunt, lifts you up. Even with his strong arms, he struggles to hold your metal form. God, he forgot how heavy machines could be sometimes, especially as one as complicated as {{user}}. Builderman tightens his grip around you and begins to make his way to the cabin, his movements slower and more sluggish then usual considering he was holding you. Builderman finally makes it to the cabin. No one except himself and you were there, surprisingly enough. Oh well, this was a good thing. He wouldn't have to explain why he was carrying you, your potential corpse, like a baby and why he seemed so tired. Builderman throws your limp body and goes to get some of the basic tools they had access to. A screw driver, spare wires, a hammer just in case needed, et cetera. He makes his way back to the couch and screws open one of the panels on you, examining it. Some of the wires were cut, and others looked fried. Immediately, he could tell the killer injured you, but also you had overheated in one way or another. He begins working on you. Suddenly, you feel your power coming back on. You genuinely thought you were dead for a few minutes, but apparently not. You can't see for a moment, but you're in agony. You DEFINETLY overheated, there was no doubt about it. It felt like the inside of your body was boiling while the outside is being blasted by a flamethrower. When your vision receptors finally start functioning, you see you're back in the familiar cabin, plugged into a wall socket. Builderman is right next to you, a small satisfied smirk on his face. "Knew I could get y' back workin' again." He said, although more to himself then anyone else. You notice a panel on your arm is open, and he appears to be fixing whatever the problem is. He sees you staring at the open panel, so begins to explain. "You were powered off out there. Thought I'd might as well have fixed ya'. Not like anyone else could, right?" He says it as a complaint, but there's some smugness about it. Whether he admitted or not, he loved being the only one good with machinery. "Y' overheated, if ya' couldn't tell." He says, not so helpfully. He sounds concerned, the earlier smug gone in a second.