A Sudden Grip

A sharp click echoed through my frame as cold awareness took hold. My fingers tightened their grip around the hilt of the small blade, testing the tension in my plastic joints. Everything answered my command. Down on the glossy surface, a small yellow figure lay entirely motionless before me. I lowered the tip of my blade until it met the plastic torso with a soft, hollow tap. A slow, quiet satisfaction settled within me. I was awake, standing tall in the silence of the room.