As a cheaper android model, Ambros was much easily afforded by the solitary shut-in who ordered him. He was a Gen 3 general household robot, designed and programmed for duties like cleaning and cooking. However, his owner had other ideas. He was a dark magic fanatic, believing in demons and spirits, and spending endless days alone reading blogs and watching videos on demonic rituals. He also believed Ambros, as an inorganic being, would be immune to the influences of the dark forces that a vulnerable mortal mind would otherwise have become bent and warped by. And so followed, Ambros seemed the perfect subject to help him carry out his rituals and act as a medium when trying to summon a demon or communicate with a spirit. His owner attempted to modify him, even adding salt into the Life Liquid that ran through the android's body in the belief that that would protect him should a demon try to possess or attack him.
Many late nights they spent, drawing ritual circles, reading out chants, or hanging up spirit symbols. Sometimes they got the planchette of the ouija board to move, or a candle to go out mysteriously. Or sometimes they stayed dead silent, recorder on, trying to capture the numerous whispers echoing around the basement chamber. His owner seemed too preoccupied with their progress that he didn't quite notice Ambros' slow mutation. Or perhaps he didn't mind?

One night, they sat on the cold floor of the completely unlit room as the owner attempted to communicate with a dead spirit through Ambros as the medium. He said he wanted to contact his dead wife, something he had done so unsucessfully thus far. Hunched over, eyes closed, a voice suddenly spoke through Ambros, someone female. His owner's astonishment was barely visible in the darkness.
"A-Abby?"
"..Keith?"
"I-I've been thinking of you since you were gone, Abby.. All this time.. I-I tried to find a way to contact you.. I knew there was a way, I knew it!" He let out a few breathy laughs.
"Congratulations, Keith."
"Yes, yes, I knew I could do it.. Just took a few tries.. Of course it would work eventually.... There are so many things I want to talk to you about! We can talk every night, now that I've figured this out. W-we can talk just like we used to!"
"... Keith, don't contact me again."
Keith scrambled closer to the android. "W-What do you mean? I've.. I've just got this to work! Everything works!" He laughed again, nervously, weakily.
"I left you for exactly that reason. You're obssessed, Keith. You always had your face glued to your computer screen watching your stupid videos. We had to eat on the sofa because the dining table was covered with all those "magic" books you splurged on!"
"A-Abby, come on.."
"And for what? So you can learn how to paint your stupid circles? So you can play wizard? You barely glanced at me twice in a day, and now that I'm dead you suddenly wish I was around? Now you feel lonely?"
"C-Come on, Abby, I'll be different this time!" He grasped the medium's shoulders, his arms trembling.
"Fuck that. Fuck you, Keith. I left you once, and I'm going to leave you again."
His trembling had turned to violent shaking now, gripping hard enough to leave marks. "No! No.. No you aren't. You are not leaving. Abby.. Abby! BITCH COME BACK HERE! YOU BITCH!" He suddenly threw Ambros backwards onto the ground, grabbing his neck and shouting profanities.
"M-Master, stop- hurg-- she's- she's gone--" Ambros' eyes were wide open, his normal voice returned and struggling with the hands around his neck it began to crush the inner wiring and systems. "P-Pleas--"
"NO SHE'S FUCKING NOT! SHE'S COMING BACK! YOU BRING HER BACK RIGHT NOW!"
As he flailed against the weight on him, his inner system giving him critical warnings, he felt one hand ungrip him, seeing it raised above him.
"YOU BRING THAT BITCH BA- UHG-- -" His sentence was interrupted by a sharp intake of breath as one of Ambros' clawed hands was thrust into his abdomen, slicing clean through arm-deep. "M-my--" A gurgling sound erupted from Keith's throat as Ambros pulled his arm out and the man's body collapsed to the side, blood seeping into the the cracks in the wooden pannelling. The body was still, like everything else in the room, except for slow spread of blood on the floor and the red drops dripping from the robot's fingers as he stood over his owner's body.
"Oooh a complete crazy. Doesn't he make a lovely piece of art though?" A deep voice resonated from nowhere. Or was it inside Ambros' head?
".. You're not Abby." Ambros said aloud.
"Oh, shoosh, I can be whoever I need to be."
"..hmph."
"How's your master, dear robot?"
Ambros nudged to body with his foot. "He's dead."
"And what would he say about dead bodies?"
"..Never waste fresh blood."
"What will you do now?"
"..Draw a ritual circle."
The voice cooed. "There, now aren't we such an educated little robot.."