The yellow lights in question flickered in and out from inside the foggy containment as they finally flickered out.

Micky blinked, frowning at the sudden disappearance.

"H-Hello? Heee-Hello?" He hummed in a curious voice, pressing himself up on his tippy toes, but was caught off guard as the figure slowly leaned forward and started falling from it's container.

Micky blipped in alert as he quickly stepped backwards in hopes he wouldn't be fallen onto.

Clank.

Micky was stumped as he stared at another robotic figure laying on the cement ground. It's arms were wide as if the fall was comical.

The figure twitched slightly as the fog flowed from the container onto the bot like it was a corpse at a grave.

Micky crouched curiously, eyes taking in every detail of the robot.

The item in particular had the same sort of treatment as Micky.

A smooth, curvy human body that was supplied hair that had it's differences from Micky's. Come to think of it, everything on this bot was different… With the hair, in question, it was a light, sandy tone that was slightly longer than his own. His face, though, was hidden as he faced the ground.

Shame.

As Micky was now about to touch the item, a blip was heard behind the male robot.

"R-Raaeea-Reaaddingss?!" he stood up clapping his hands together once to make a rough metallic sound.

He moved swiftly to the 3D projector as it pulled itself up, revealing a number, year and name. A side note shown blueprints. The same sort that had Micky's readings.

"Project #4 ; 1866 ; Peter"

"Peete...Petre..Peter" Micky smiled as he read the name.

"Peter"

He turned on his heel, glancing to the body on the ground as that shining smile faded into a stern look.

A very questionable stern look.

"Hm-m. How to wak..How wake..Must mak-" he bit his artificial tongue.

"Gotta wake 'em up.." he nodded, feeling proud as he let the words slip out smoothly.

He glanced around, tapping his chin.

His eyes fell upon a bottle that sat on a table that stood by the Blonde's body.

The bottle in question had a label that was stuck on with two strips on tape.

The label read, "OIL"

"Oul. Oil..Oil!"

If Micky had a light bulb built into his head, for sure it would be shining at this moment.

He walked over to the table, gripping at the bottle with both hands as he then moved to the robotic body.

He bent down, hesitantly looking at the bottle that he held in his hand. He then leaned, biting the tip and pulling it off. A waft of a tar smell flew from the bottle.

If Micky was human, he would have choked on these strong fumes. And indeed, they were pretty damn strong…

He proceeded his actions, moving the bottle and squirted the contents on the figure's neck.

From there, Micky waited a moment for movement from the object named 'Peter'.

A hand quickly reached out, gripping his knee in a quite tight grip, making Micky screech and jump nearly five feet in the air.

Peter yelped in return, looking quickly at the other with a scared expression that could also hold a look of being lost. He then curled up in a ball, burrowing his head in his chest.

"Please don't hurt me!" Peter moved his hands on his head now, shaking.

"You..c-can..speak?" Micky mistakenly squeaked out in a confused way.

Why did this bot speak so very fluently while Micky here was taking it so very hard?

Peter stopped shaking, slowly peeking his head from his little cocoon.

"O-Of course I can...Why wouldn't I?"

"Didn't you just wake up, though?"

"Oh I've woken up before" he smiled a perfect smile, showing a set of fake dimples on his freckled cheeks.

Well, That bot could change his feelings quite quickly.

"Oh, You've-ve be-e-en awakened befooore…" Micky said, smiling a fake way as he agreed unevenly, but suddenly paused.

"Wait, You-You've woke befoore?" He said in a smoother voice, "But, eh, foourr..Isn't..Aren't you fooour? Four goes after-"

"Oh yeah, wait, you're.." Peter seemed to be counting on his metallic fingers for some unknown reason, almost like weird thinking. "33=Er, Sorry, 3?" Peter stuck his tongue out in frustration with numbers.

"..How'd you guess?"

"Creator introduced me to you, wait you don't reme-"

"You saw creator?!" Micky moved quickly, tugging at the blonde's shirt.

"O-Of course…" he seemed to be getting scared, "You did too, though…"

"That's!-" He paused.

Wait, He did?

There was no information in Micky's data of ever being awake. Never has he if you depended on his memory.

Now this made Micky knit his brows.

Why the hell wasn't he known of being awake?