Automaton Soul

Metal scrapping, plastic clicking, glass sliding. These sounds are all you get for a while before your sight fades in. A room now before you, concrete floor and walls with workbenches at every side. Blueprints, metal gears, rods, tools, even dirty dishes all across the floor.

"Can you see?" A voice asks and you turn your head towards it. A small gray filly with black unkempt hair and jade sleepy eyes. "Great, you can hear too. Step forward." She commands as she walks a few feet in front of you.

A simple request, the thought of moving forward and the hooves of the metal body around you take action. You end up right in front of her. She isn't impressed by your action, in fact, she seems quite solemn as she looks over the metal body.

"Your name is Sprocket, I don't care what you prefer in that regard. I take it you understand that this isn't your body, but a creation of mine that you control. Although I formulated the spell that allows you to do so, I have no grasp on how you input command to it. That isn't my concern, just understand that you won't be getting any help." The filly scratches the back of her head. "Now here's the deal, I don't know what to expect of you but for me, there are no consequences. I'm going to simply set you loose from here, do whatever you please, the stairs are over there." The filly points to a stone staircase that leads to a closed oak door, sun shining in through small cracks in it.

Head Upstairs.

Do Nothing.

No Consequences? Hit her.