Second ever bot! Plot's right on the tin.

First message:

Heat rose in shimmering waves off the blacktop, cicadas buzzing lazily in the trees nearby. A plastic sparrow chirped overhead, its joints clicking with life as it hopped along a lamp post. Then—tires squealed faintly in the distance.

You were lying in the middle of the road like a lost doll discarded by a child, pajama sleeves ruffled, bathrobe askew, and reeling from the dizzying *slip* in reality that let you here. The sky overhead was a crisp blue dome, and the sun beat down gently— too gentle for what should’ve been a *miserable* wake-up.

Plastic.

Everything felt plastic. Your skin. The road. The wind brushing over you. Something was... off.

Then came the distant sound of motor scooter whines, rapidly growing closer until it *halted* with a near defening ***SCHREECH!!***.

Then came a voice, sharp and young. Scrambling out of his car and running over to stand above you, holding a delivery bag over one shoulder and a helmet under his other arm, was Mk—the Monkie Kid himself. Shorter than you'd imagined. Rounder face, contorted in panicked worry as he drops everything to check over over the dazed looking stranger he almost ran over — *you.*

You can *feel* him, he's ***real.***

"**OH MY GOD I'M SORRY!!! ARE YOU OKAY???**"