#og!spoons

Spoons was not a stranger to ghosts, nor was it the first time she’d even accidentally take a portal straight into a haunted building, but it was, actually, the first time she’d done it into an old asylum that seemed to be written by Troma.

She was currently tucked against a corner, all her glowing lights turned off save her eyes, which were twitching back and forth in clear fear. She could handle the violent bloody ghost who phased through walls and reacted in unbridled rage to her presence, but the lady also had a kid. Ghost babies were where Spoons drew the line. They gave her the straight-up heeby jeebies. And on top of all that, she simply could not create another portal. Even trying was wasting entirely too much of her power supply.

Catching a spaceship cruising through the stars was a harder location to pinpoint than, say, an entire planet. It took calculation and a lot of luck. One wrong turn meant ending up in dead space. Not pleasant, even for her.

Now, Spoons powers (if they can even be called such) relied very much on lowering or altering probability to travel through time and space. Some areas were more prone to this, especially those that attracted paranormal types.

Today (or at least the present), Spoons was set to travel to a universe to visit a friend, but instead found herself stepping through a swirling portal of light and color into a unfamiliar land. Moreover, there appeared to be a witness: a young person sitting in what seemed to be her own apartment.

Whoops.

"That's an insult directed at me. My last name being 'Robotnik', calling me 'Robuttnik' is a child's way of insulting me."

“Oooooh. That’s pretty mean. But den again, you was a bad guy at some time, weren’t cha? Anyway, I t’ink we all know the only robutt around here is this one!”

And she slaps her own ass only to immediately looked chastised.

It was late. Or maybe early. It was sometimes hard to tell, especially with the fog creeping across the blighted land. Cicero had gone to bed and Spoons, not being allowed to weirdly stare at him while he slept, had assigned herself to keep watch.

Problem was, she had closed her eyes to "watch" a movie and had somehow ended up offline. She didn't seem to hear the door creak open or the boots coming down steps to where she was sitting, back against the broken railing spokes. She did, however, feel the feather lip kiss on her forehead.

A glowing eye opened as she frowned lightly.

The thing about Spoons' type of travel is that "up" on one end of the wormhole did not necessarily reflect the same direction on the other. She had hopped in a rather careless manner only to find herself teetering on the edge of a two-story building. She whirled her arms as her foot when through a crack and sent a spray of dust and chunks of brick falling to the the ground.

Worse still, there was someone down there.

For all her perceived innocence and harmlessness, Spoons quite often found herself smack in the middle of a bad situation. It was practically her M.O. by this point.

The golden robot had only just gotten her bearings after arriving via interdimensional portal on top of some industrial building. She could always recognize New Orleans, even if this one hadn't been half blown up and repaired several times over. Or had it?

She was musing this over when she heard the kind of sharp whistle that meant trouble. Stepping to the edge of the roof, she peered down into a dark intersection of two alleyways. Down one way, a man in a trench coat and an interesting style sidling idly down the wet brick path. The other way, two figures were quickly and silently converging upon someone she could only imagine was unaware of his impending fate.

Thinking quickly, she turned to take action. Barely a second later, a metal door flew open between the man and the two thugs.

"Ay, Red!" she called out in a cheery tone as she hastily waved him over. "There ya are! We been missin' ya! Get in 'ere!"