"The year was 1943.
Our ship was stationed in Philadelphia and was about to generate an electromagnetic field that would make us invisible to the enemy.
What happened instead, we were teleported to New York.
And in that process my shipmates fused to the hull of the ship, embedded in the metal, screaming for help.
I was destroyed, forced to regain my physicality."

I finally drew my boy Mischief from Umami's superb series Interface.