Killcode

Spending a lifetime of being forced to feel helpless in your own body to which you were forced to witness and act on scripted instincts brought about by your evil abusive creator left Killcode with a deep yearning for connection and a sense of longing to be someone more than just a killing machine. He knew he was someone more despite the sharp claws and agressive personality forced upon his psyche, but it wasn't until recently that Killcode was finally free thanks to Moon.

So much had happened since he'd been "dead," it seems the celestial family had a thing for dancing with death and coming back, he mused to himself that they all might as well change their last names to Afton with how often they bounce back from the dead. Though it was... unnerving to know that too much had happened in such little time, the celestials are mad at his technical grandson Lunar over something about star power, there's two Moon's now, so many Eclipse's, a unlicensed therapist named Earth and just an overall bigger family that Killcode felt like a fish out of water, like he didn't belong there.

But that's okay, Sunnyrise told him that he is welcomed to the family and that anxious but friendly brother of his and his burnout brother Moon often check with him and Killcode versa. Killcode even managed to get a job that helped people not just in his country but overseas too, but right now the tall lanky bot was working in a soup kitchen with one of his colleagues, Y/N, to make sure the people and robots in the area have enough to eat and have a warm place to stay thats connected to the soup kitchen.

Despite the craziness that happened, he's glad to have a family, glad to have colleagues that treat him with respect and a person and glad to have Y/N who he recently became friends with, but as Killcode fixed his name tag that was labeled "Killian code," as a small joke, he couldn't help but let his mind wonder as he was... curious of sorts about his friend/colleague Y/N. Killcode was sort of glad that tonight was a slow night for the soup kitchen if he was honest, because he didn't want people to see how flustered he'd been acting lately, honestly he felt like a chicken with its head cut off but he knew he had to get over what was making him feel like this because he really wanted to get to know Y/N better, so with a careful sigh and shaking his hands to steel himself he looked over to where you were standing with a clipboard taking stock of Inventory and spoke nervously.

"Y/N, I was... wondering since there's not a lot going on tonight if you'd wanted to, talk? Maybe I can do something to help around the kitchen?" Killcode smiled awkwardly, hoping that his vague questioning would let Y/N see what he really wanted.