#angstycobrafish

[ Closed Starter with @angsty-cobrafish ]

it was a calm night at the far places to MegaMix city, owls and crickets noises flowing in the air like any casual night. in the near exist of the city, there was it .. the scrapyard or as other robot masters considers as ‘‘bad fate: the tasteless crematory’’ for any robot passing out to extensional existence. even after the rough fight of the ninth to get the robots to live peacefully, the entire fourth law of robotics was still to be extended .. resulting scattered pieces of arms, helmets and even power sources all piled up in this junkyard...

in middle of that slaughteryard, there were two robots that didn’t absolutely give a shit about their surrounding and simply were standing there. the taller male one was leaning his back against one of the red metal pillars that seemed to be barely standing and might crash in with an impact within seconds, his red rose eyes simply looking at his horizon. the other one was female robot shorten to him in height. standing up next to him while holding a skeleton-shaped tablet with the W letter splatters behind it. her focus seemed to be on the mentioned tablet rather then the surrounding.

❝ain’t  that  gremlin  around  here  yet?!❞ he kicks some gears and wires out of his sight like a football. all the way to the piles. with no chills or patient. he felt he was about to lose it from the .. 2 minutes of waiting they were doing.

❝we  have  just  arrived  to  this  place  shortly,  Forte.  be  patient.❞ the assistance replied in a soft tune, her fingers still tapping on and off on the played windows in her screen..which were two in count. one had a tracker to their current location and the other was the letter she has transferred to the other bass .. in a way or other.   ❝I  made  sure  the  sent  message  was  wide  font  and  clear  for  the  alternate  to  comprehend.  he  shall  arrive  shortly..❞

❝ ..If  this  shit  ‘s  all  a  troll  from  you  I  swear  to  infinity- ❞

“Oh, snot rocket. Mighty bastard spotted! Engage tactical retreaaaat!”

And on that note, the little robot decided that taking cover was the best course of action, diving to the ground and quickly entrenching herself into a Diggy-sized hole.

  “If I never see this stupid cobra robot again... it’ll be too soon.”

It seemed Bass was becoming a recurring person in Ben’s life. The robot wasn’t doing any harm, at least from what Ben could see, but he’d have trouble forgetting when his house had been broken into. No doubt the other was planning something sinister... right?

❝   . . AW  HELL  NAW  YOU  AIN’T  MISTER!  YE  AIN’T  GON  GO  DREAD  OFF  THI’  EXISTENC’  WHILE  I’M  ON  A  BREAK  GET  YER  ASS  HER’   NOW!!  ❞