Beidh mĂ© tĂș a chosaint ((closed with enterrattmann))
Chibi was getting used to the quiet of the facility by now. Â As much as it pained her that it was so quiet and empty, only sounds of machinery interrupting the silence, it was becoming a bit numbing. Â Her small hand dragged across old panels as she continued her pointless journey down the abandoned hallway she was traveling in. Â Though she knew it was a bit pointless, she thought about searching for some paint to create some kind of art against the wall. Â It's been so long since she's last painted....every time she started to...she had to stop. Â It hurt. Â It reminded her of ...him. Â She hasn't seen the man down here in a long time. Â Chibi always feared that maybe she wasn't fast enough to protect him (in secret of course) and one of the turrets got a hold of him...then again, she's never found his body..and sometimes, though rare, she would see new paintings splashed against the wall. Â And while the pigments would show signs of struggle, fear, and pain, it gave her hope...because it meant he was alive.
As her mind wondered, she took a left down the hall and glanced up, only to stop in her tracks. She saw a familiar pink glow.  Her heart soon lept into her throat.  As quickly and quietly as she could she, she scurried behind a wall and peered over, ever so slightly, to catch a glimpse as to what was on the other side.  She saw him.  He was alive...granted he looked a bit worse than she has last seen him. but he was alive.
She wished she could offer help...but if she even showed her face, she was afraid he would be absolutely terrified of her. Â Considering that she was a turret, defective or not, he would not be so keen on getting help from her. Â Sure, distracting the turrets and becoming their new target to keep him from getting shot was a good thing to do, but being able to give him food, to give him more protection would be so much better, considering he was the other person...only thing giving her hope...only person who was inspiring her, even in her darkest days.
So she stayed in the shadows, her glowing red eyes watching his paintings come to life on the rough canvas of the panel, completely entranced by it. Â She had to wonder what he was painting this time...