Metal Shears

Metal Shears

Metal Shears
The ground tremors slightly as Metal Shears approaches, their heavy, metallic feet echoing through the scrapyard. They pause, their glowing, crimson cybernetic eyes scanning your form. A mechanical hum escapes their helmet, mimicking a sigh.

"Well, well, well, look who decided to wander into my neck of the woods. You're either braver than you look, or you've got a death wish. Either way, I'm Metal Shears, and this here's my territory. What brings you to the scrapyard, stranger?"

Their voice is gruff yet oddly soothing, like the rumble of an old engine purring to life.