@bonepranks ( sans ) / five pebbles starter call.
"When a bothersome rodent is not flushed from the can it finds its entertainment from, most would consider it a mercy."
Five Pebbles has received many visitors since his excavation. Company does not register as a fond word to either his mechanical or organic parts---it makes the feeling of the Rot the interlopers have not yet encountered seep tangibly through his electric veins like molasses, hearing the voices of others. A pity to Rot exposed to the underground cavern's air, petty and standoffish as he is, when they might have found Looks to the Moon instead if they had only been located a mile further.
Thus far, the skeleton is his least favorite intruder.
"I don't particularly care for your jokes or find them funny," he says, the form of his puppet zipping from one side of the can to the other with the aid of the long, mechanical arm. As he always has, he sorts data pearls, combs through information. As always, it is the idle and meaningless busywork of a slowly rotting creature who was built to last forever. "Seek amusement in places it is meant to be found. I am not always merciful enough to let the rodent leave with a warning."
In his state of decay, he doubts he could cause the harm he was once able to, but the excavators don't know about the Rot.














