#couldgetabittechnical

[1885JEB]: Uh

[1885JEB]: Who the heck is this?

[UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: Haha [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: Nice to know it didn’t actually explode [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: The facility, I mean [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: It’s bloody HARD trying to run that place [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: And in all honesty I’ve never been all THAT keen on cake [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: it just looks… I dunno. Odd [UNKNOWN SIGNAL]: So good on you lot…

                                                                                                                                                        [Aperture Frequency 00652]: It’s not hard for me.  [Aperture Frequency 00652]: Anyways, how’s your little... ‘companion’? [Aperture Frequency 00652]: He seems to like to talk nearly as much as you.

At that she thought a moment. The moron, for once, didn’t actually seem that talkative. Or maybe he was trying not to get himself in trouble with her. If it was that, he was much too late. Why was she even talking to him anyway? She thought about it for about .56932 seconds before filing it away in her ‘it doesn’t matter’ folder. She then promptly took it out, re-examined it, and told herself it was because she was testing. Him. And not because she was lonely. 

It was quiet, very too quiet for the half breed, as she ventured through what seemed like ruins of a long since dead human civilization. Sonic, in his tiny spherical ‘prison’ for lack of a better term, was insisting there was a chaos emerald near by. One of their’s from their own zone. with the last one they found, they were sure that they would find the soul of another of their lost friends inside of the emerald, so determination was a key factor here.

It wasn’t too terribly long, although with the silence between the two it felt like forever to Vick, before she came across what seemed like a shack with an entrance to some sort of underground bunker. “It must be down there some where... Hope it’s empty as it is up here.” she muttered, tying a cable to a solid object.

“Hope you’re right about this for that matter blue boy...” she never did like to leave Raven alone with her time traveling companions, especially when she was doing the fun stuff with out them. But she shook the thought as she began to propel downward. “otherwise i am so gonna have to make it up to Master and Doc.”

One moment he had seen the sky. That was all he knew for certain. A bright light overhead, albeit clumped with various shades of gray and barely glimmers of blue on the horizon line. But a sky nonetheless. 

And then, suddenly, none.

Not as Bruce felt the ground suddenly shift beneath his feet and gravity do the rest of the work; a combination of loose soil and clay dirt shifting aside to a piece of metal which had evidently caved downward under the man’s weight. And then groaned under the pressure. In a flash of a second, the rusted piece of metal split and the man fell through whatever support the metal plate had once provided. 

Neither his fall nor his landing was any bit of graceful. His back slammed against the walls before his chest collided with the floor, shaking the nearby structures. Bits of fallen soil and debris crumbled from the ‘ceiling’ and the gaping hole meters above him; a small dot remained of his previous world. 

For a brief moment, Bruce simply lay in an enormous huddled mass, spread out in momentary defeat. After his head stopped throbbing from the impact and he felt feeling return to his appendages, the giant man lifted himself up with two muscular, inked arms. 

He had expected a dirty, wet hole. A cave, even. But certainly not the site before his eyes. An office. A dusty one, with aged papers strewn about and a layer of dust collecting on the surfaces. But an office nonetheless. 

The man rose to his feet, immediately regretting his decision as sudden vertigo returned and he staggered, leaning against the white walls. Bruce shook his head, the blue dyed tips of his dirty blonde hair falling onto the top of his forehead. As the world around him stopped spinning, Bruce placed a good foot forward and steadied himself; regaining his normal, towering posture. 

Towering was the only true word to describe the absolute brute of a man; what other word could encompass his seven-foot tall body, wide girth, and barrel chest, framed by two enormous, brawny arms?

After a moment’s hesitation, Bruce finally opened his mouth and gave a bellowing shout. “’ello? Anyone in ‘ere?” His heavily accented words rang out and bounced against the echoing rooms, the areas lacking in furniture or some sort of sound absorbance only amplifying his rumbling, baritone voice. 

Hearing nothing, if not only immediately, the giant man trudged forward. 

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His hat was gone, as was his outer cloak. He paused, attempting to get his bearings... Ordinarily that wouldn’t have taken very long, but... Where was this? What happened? He reached out with his senses, trying to find anything familiar. This certainly wasn’t Gravity Falls.

Standing now, he looked around. There didn’t seem to be any conventional sort of door... Most of the walls were either white or some sort of dark colored panels. Some debris lay scattered on the floor; he couldn’t tell from what. There wasn’t any sound other than his movements and an oddly calming background hum.

His knuckles rapped on a wall, and he thought he might’ve heard something.

Even night was warm in comparison to Aperture’s cold, stale air. She had spent her first two days and one first night outside running around, exploring, using up her energy. The cube had been left behind. 

Now on the second night, she rolled around in the labyrinth of wheat and looked up at the infinite number of stars. A short, silent chuckle escaped her at the sight of the moon. 

She was free and he was gone. 

couldgetabittechnical liked for a starter.

“Oh.  Um... hello!”  Wheatley squinted curiously at the man across the room.  He hadn’t expected anyone to be inside the usually-empty maintenance room, so he’d gone in for a bit of time to himself.  So much for that.