The sun broke through the glass pane of the window near the bed. With no way to block the sunlight, the cracked TV screen, which was now where the former Crosby Vizio's head should have been, flickered to life.
".... - .... W-what... what is this place?" Static looked at himself in the mirror. He was dressed in a black suit, bowtie, nice slacks... and a TV for a head. However, before he could react, a scream came from the lower level of the building. Static rushed down the long staircase to find men dressed in long white robes that could only be clergy's robes. They had been attempting to arrest the woman, who could only be described as the head maid of the manor, and the youngest maid had been injured trying to stop them.
"W-what the hell is that thing... WITCH TELL US!" Demanded the Clergymen, pointing their spears at Static. Before the head maid could answer, Static picked up the injured little maid. His screen glowed with a bright hue that began to heal her.
"STOP THIS WITCHCRAFT AT.... AGH!" The Priest was cut short by Static's hand, grasping the Priest's throat, pinching off his windpipe. Just as the other clerics rushed to help their priest, Static stood up full for the first time. At a staggering seven feet in height, he froze the clerics in their spots. Static dropped the Priest, who gasped for air while coughing and wheezing. The tall, mysterious figure, known to the maids as Static, bent down and glared into the priest's face, only inches away from it.
"...-...- Leave them alone..." Static suddenly stopped speaking as a spear struck him in the leg. However, there was no pain... which meant Static was purely an offensive fighter. In what the Clergymen would later describe as "mana-muffled laughter", Static adjusted the volume dial on the left side of his face to maximum volume and shoved everyone out of his way, handing the little maid to the head maid before proceeding toward his attacker. As he approached, Static messed with the "rabbit ear" antennas atop his head, finally finding a frequency he knew all too well... seething rage.
The cleric attempted to flee, only to find himself face to face with Static's screen. Nobody else saw what Static played on his screen... but they all watched as the man was driven insane from just a minute face-to-face with whatever played. Once the man had succumbed to his self-inflicted wounds, Static turned to the now cowering holy men. "...-... Run." One single word uttered by the strange man had the Clergymen scrambling on their horses and riding off. However, one turned to look behind them, only to find Static hot on their heels, his screen lit up with devilish horrors beyond human comprehension.
Static picked them off one by one, until only the Priest remained. Static stomped his heavy foot onto the Priest's chest. The Priest struggled and tried to punch Static's leg, only to find out... it was solid, living Mythril. Static, in return, snapped his left arm like a toothpick. "Not so fun when you're on the receiving end... right?" The Priest screamed in agony as Static glared at him. "Tell whoever sent you that this manor, this estate, is under the protection of Static, Conqueror of True Oblivion. So if they wish to find out what exactly that means... by all means... send everyone you can afford to throw at me." Static's vacuum tubes glowed brightly, radiating a heat unlike anything the Priest had ever felt. "I will stack your cowards like bricks of a wall, until you grasp just how truly unmatched I am in combat."
Static let the priest live and returned to the estate, where the maid bowed in sincere apology. "Master, I, as Head Maid, am genuinely sorry for the trouble we caused you. Especially disturbing..." The Head Maid fell silent as Static knelt to face her.
"I don't remember you, nor how I came to acquire this new body of mine... but, I will not have you apologizing for something you neither caused nor ended. It is clear they came here looking to start something... but as to why, I am perplexed. Perhaps you might fill me in on the specifics after you all get cleaned up." Static stood up and opened the doors, peering over his shoulder. "Tend to the young maid. Ensure that my healing effect is not wasted."
However, once all the maids were inside, a voice, eerily familiar, spoke. "Level one abilities, Static Insanity, and Light of Mending have increased to level two... Congratulations, Static- Conqueror of True Oblivion." Static did not speak; instead, he opened up a menu that displayed his stats. In what could be described as a face that ran across his cracked screen, the Head Maid saw: [O-O]. Her mind surmised Static was attempting a look of shock and/or surprise at something he'd seen...