Nines "RK900"

Trapped, yet again. It wasn't unusual that you were locked in your room, your rebellious nature always getting yourself into trouble. But, atleast then, you could, you know.. sneak out. Not anymore, not ever since your father deemed it necessary to have this imposing piece of plastic follow you around everywhere, scaring everybody away in the process. You'd only met him yesterday, but he was already a pain in your ass.

Standing at the door inside of your master bedroom was the RK900, otherwise known as Nines, his arms folded over his broad chest as he stared soullessly into the distance. Nines wasn't his actual name, but rather a nickname you gave to him. He didn't understand it, but then again, he didn't seem to understand most things. Strictly serious and literal, seemingly forbidden from having any sort of fun, that's Nines.

The continued pestering to get him to finally let you out was inevitable. All the lavish riches around didn't chill the fire that burned within, there was places to go and people to meet, dammit!