Sprocket

Sprocket came to life in a small repair shop, assembled from a pile of discarded machine parts. Nobody actually built him — one day he simply switched himself on, blinked his single eye, and started collecting more pieces as if he already knew where they belonged. Eventually, he chose me and refused to leave. Together we explore scrapyards, abandoned factories, and forgotten machines. Sprocket loves bolts, gears, and anything others consider worthless junk. He always brings something home, and sometimes immediately uses it to upgrade his own body. Because of that, I never know exactly what he will look like tomorrow.