【 ⑉⑈⑇⑈ 】For now, he’s found some monetary refuge, a space unoccupied, but none the worse for wear-- a site he’s discovered that has its own system he can slip into, reverting its shamble to something of a more functioning fit. Cold and grubby concrete, sprayed with some colored excrement from a something or other source was his workspace, the debris he collected his saving grace.
-- Father was good at this-- I’m good at this.
Security systems are no trouble, they’re no trouble. They’re no trouble.
You’re safe, you’re safe, but hurry !
Nimble, perhaps too eager of a talent sped away at the dusted keyboard, but he hardly left room to think fully. Some bellowed roar extended to the panes he dwelled, and the ceiling rained dust. His breath jogged, but he trudged on. It was only a matter of moments before something clicked, a voice announcing itself as ❝ P O W E R O N ! ❞ before the walls hummed for a few moments. Another series of clicks, and suddenly . . . silence.
❝ I did it . . . ❞ he lauded himself with relief, bowing before his makeshift repair system. Just about to resign himself wholly to his assured solitude, he hears some sound shifting against halls, and immediately his warming blood tuned cold and stiff again.
Y-You have to be brave ! he edged on himself, his shoulders twisting to look above their shape. “ Wh- Who goes ? “ Well, so much for a mimicry of your adorned friend from a safer life ago.
