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It’s a bit early to be hearing the sound of clattering and metalwork in the shop, isn’t it? A backdoor is busted dented, barely clinging to its loose hinges, as though something heavy was thrown into it. The sound of tools and mechanics clattering the ground as something crashes into them is painfully obvious. If one weren’t aware, it could easily be assumed that a hurricane was rippling through the shop. But arguably, there’s something much worse.
The Tyrant didn’t think too much about just where he was breaking into. Only that he was entering a building to hide, catch his breath, and hopefully find something to sustain himself. But it’s dark, and his eyesight is already bad enough. Adding to that his size and it’s no wonder everything is ending up on the floor when he’s bumping into things and swinging his limbs in a wild, dazed frenzy.
After what feels like hours of agonizing blindly in the darkness, he finds a wall to lean against and slowly slide down. A giant hand rests on the damage mechanical heart welded into his chest, breathing trying to level itself as magenta blood with a oil-like sheen to it seeps out of the system and onto the floor, puddling under him. He’s exhausted, he’s confused, and he’s bleeding out. But he feels safe for now.
At least, until he sees the back door creaking open and shining the early morning light onto his face.















