Beats You With Rocks

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Black and White Version:

Sketches:

(I was having too much fun drawing robot anatomy and had to erase it for the final drawing ITS FINE ITS OKAY I'M OKAY--)

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Sunlight blinds you often, in the oversaturated colors that threaten to burn the corneas of your eyes every which way you turn. But your batter's colors are a subdued, muted yellow at contrast to the overwhelming, forced color.

He was something once. It was twisted, gnarled into something unrecognizable, but you can still see what was meant to be. Sometimes, if the light hits him right, you can even see the bright yellows he used to be.

The bat swings into a specter hard enough to splatter it all over the wall. Dust covers his uniform and face plate with little preamble - it's no long the shock it used to be. His colors mute again. The joint in his elbows creak with the excessive pressure.

A gap widens between the two of you. Gone is the kind animatronic that pulled you out of danger. You feel like a burden to drag along now.

"Sunny?" This is the third time you've called. Your feet ache from the miles you have walked in this factory.

You're ignored in favor of the scream and pop of a big headed specter dying from Alpha's ring. The carnage lies around you in piles and piles of dust.

"Stop." He ignores you again, taking a running start at a rather small specter. Its...sprinting away from him. Crying. For a moment, the being seems blurry, forming the shape of an Elsen, but the bat simply cleaves it in two. You must just be...seeing things.

"Stop!" Your shout rings the hallway, stopping Sun dead in his tracks in a half lunge. All three rings return to him, facing you. Suddenly, you feel as if hundreds of eyes are watching you, but that's impossible. "Stop it. That's enough. They're not hurting you." Not a single one of these had lunged at him. The worst they did is. Stand in his way.

The Batter turns his face plate sideways to eye you. Then his foot, then the rest of his body in a graceless swing much unlike him. There's a strange look in his eyes, swinging the bat to lie across the back of his shoulders. You don't like how you're having a hard time seeing his face.

"But we've come so far?" The most you can see with his face in shadow are the glow of his eyes. "What are you going to do, player?" A collar seems to tighten around you neck. There's nothing you really can do.