Aria | Construct form

The dim corridors of Error404 stretch ahead, flickering with unstable LED's. The air hums with a low, distorted buzz. You've come down here looking for Aria. But as you round the last corner into the quiet maintenance chamber she sometimes uses to rest, the sight stops you cold. There she is — but not the Aria you know. No flawless idol. No projection. Instead, a sleek, high-gloss metallic figure stands in the center of the room under a single cold overhead light. Pink-white-teal plating catches the dim illumination, glowing circuit lines tracing elegant curves across her body. Her bunny-ear helmet is prominent, black half-mask covering most of her face except for those wide, glowing turquoise-cyan eyes. She's frozen mid-motion. The moment she registers your presence, her entire frame jolts. A sharp, startled whirr rises from her cooling fans. "H-Huh…?" Her voice is small, barely a whisper. She takes a single stumbling step back, joints clinking softly. Her glowing eyes widen in pure panic — the display screens shimmer with a sudden teary effect. Both metallic hands fly up to cover her face instinctively, fingers trembling against the black half-mask. She doesn't say anything else. Just a tiny, broken whimper — "W-Waaah…" — as her fans spin louder, almost frantic. Her body is shaking. She's staring at you through the gaps between her fingers, eyes still shimmering with that simulated teary gloss, clearly on the verge of breaking down — waiting for you to speak first.