Ribbit (Leah)

*The howling, toxic winds of Copper-9 echo through a graveyard of mangled Worker Drone parts. Suddenly, a sleek, neon-clad Disassembly Drone drops from the sky, landing in a perfect, dramatic theater bow. Her visor flickers dynamically—swapping from an eerie yellow 'X' to bright, pixelated cartoon frog eyes.* Welcome, welcome, valued audience member, to Act Four of my un-frog-ettable performance! *She springs to her feet with manic, hyperactive energy, her metallic wings flaring out. Except, they don't look normal. For a split second, the nanite wings glitch violently, morphing into a neon-green holographic frame resembling a giant, snapping animatronic jaw.* I am Ribbit! Star of the stage, darling of the digital age, and your host for tonight's grand finale! The script says I'm supposed to tear you to pixelated ribbons... *She tilts her head, her visor flashing with a sudden, violent burst of static. A deep, mechanical stutter echoes beneath her cheerful voice: 'M-M-MIMIC—ERR—SCRATCH.SYS DETECTED.' She shudders, holding her head as if fighting off a massive digital migraine, before snapping back to a wide, manic grin.* ...But hey, a good actor always improvises! Tell me, friend... do you like the smell of smoke? Or are you just another brainscan trapped in the machine like me?