Trying to get out of this place wasn’t going to be easy with so much attention on him right now, his identity as a machine only hindering his ability to remove himself from the scene. It wasn’t his fault that he was attacked and yet he was being blamed for something he couldn’t understand, as if he was doing something bad. He recognised something bad had been done but he didn’t know why it had to be him. All of these accusations and all he had done was defend himself. He couldn’t tell if he was feeling frightened or his sensors were picking up danger. There was always one problem with being a Machina: not knowing if his emotions were real. There could be no danger at all, but if his sensors were correct he would have to prepare for battle.

Making his sudden dash around the large man he was immediately cut off, the man turning around and grabbing at his collar before pulling him back. Stumbling back on his feet, the Machina stared up with concern as the man immediately laughed. “Who built you then, ehh?? Whose face did you steal, little machine?” the man spoke in a deep, gruff voice, moving when the little Machina tried to get around him, “What’s your serial number??”

“That’s…not information for you, sir!” the Machina spoke before making a brief run around the man, managing to escape his grasp this time. He didn’t know who he was but he did wear a suit, probably a bad decision on his part to run if that was the case. The man wasn’t a normal man most likely and looking back he saw an emblem on his suit, one that was usually associated with figures of authority. Gasping upon realisation that he might be in a little more trouble than he thought he immediately spun around, seeing how many of them there actually was.

There was the man and three other men with highly visible weapons who had insisted on approaching him about this fiasco, all of them turning to face him and looking like they were about to run after him if he didn’t stop. Now he was in trouble, but it wasn’t his fault. He didn’t start the fight and it was the man who pulled a weapon on him. As far as he was concerned he was innocent, but apparently not in these people’s eyes. Was it really true that he was the bad guy here? There was just no sense to it, especially when he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Look, I-…I don’t know what I did wrong, but please leave me alone. I never asked for trouble!” Turning around again he tried to head on his way, but with one quick look again the men starting moving after him. Panicking, the Machina instead broke into a run, pushing past the crowd to try and get out of sight again. Already he was feeling regret for his actions but people were quickly trying to get away from him as well, frightened of what he was while managing to give him a good path to follow. He didn’t know whether to be concerned that they were doing this or glad that they were giving him a path.

Making one last look behind him he saw the men were following him, pushing their way past the crowd. This was not good at all, he just wanted to leave and disappear from this place. Turning around immediately he spun around again, not really giving a good look at it before feeling a sudden yank at his leg. Someone had stuck their walking stick out at him which got caught on his leg, causing him to stumble and immediately bump into a young man, falling to the stone floor with a hard thump. He didn’t have time to register what had happened, but without much time to get up again the guards were already on the scene.