#tee12

(I’m kidding of course these last two aren’t canon)

“Woah this is… this is remarkable,” B-12 blurted out, studying the mural in astonished wonder.

A small meadow near a forest. Yellow flowers covered the grassy fields, and a tiny black and white blob basked under the sunlight, peering just over the horizon.

It was rather simple really, nothing that would immediately catch your eye passing by, just existing silently amidst the chaos of conspicuous graffiti and a sea of posters.

A mere moment of peace stuck in time forever, tucked away in a dark alley further than most of the villagers had the guts to go, for barely anyone to see.

It wasn't at all like he was used to, like those nauseatingly familiar sandy beaches plastered on every flickering screen, burned into the back of his scattered mind. A false paradise, and a foolish hope to soothe none…

Serene was the first word that came to mind, and he couldn't help but agree.

“I'm glad at least someone seems to like it.”

He halted, then quickly whipped around to face their new company, nearly losing control of his jet doing so.

They didn't seem to return the sentiment though, their hands clasped loosely behind their back and their screen still glued to the wall.

They were wearing a striped button up, one side hastily tucked into their black sweatpants, and a silver pocket watch hung at their neck, clinking gently against their metal torso.

He waited for a moment before speaking up again, his voice wavering slightly.

“Who?”

“Do you want to go there? The outside I mean,” they interrupted, not even acknowledging his question.

Their voice had a pleasant, gentle tone to it with a hint of playfulness and sincere curiosity that he simply couldn't ignore.

“Yes that's right! Me and my friend over here” -he said excitedly, gesturing to the cat with a flick of his antennae- “are heading there, but we currently have no idea how to well… how should I say this… proceed? You don't happen to know of a way, do you?”

“Me too,” they answered, completely ignoring his question once again.

A little too rude for his liking, but that feeling quickly disappeared the moment they finally turned to meet his gaze. A warm, welcoming smile projected on their sunrise-tinted screen.

“I want to go there too.”

The white paint of their casing, rusted and chipped at the corners with moss growing on it, and two antennae sticking out the top of their head, jerking about almost like cat ears. He found the sight quite peculiar.

There was a strange warmth to their presence, one that clashed with the enternal coldness of the Slums. Like a ray of sunshine shining through a particularly overcast sky.

And maybe it was just the harsh neon reflecting off their casing, but they sort of looked like they were glowing.

They just stood there, their smile unwavering before it suddenly shifted into what could only be described as shock mixed with a hint of embarrassment, their posture going stiff.

“Oh I haven't introduced myself yet, how rude of me!” they exclaimed, a hand shooting to their screen before an awkward smile stretched across it.

Then they quickly cleared their voice box and stood up robotically straight, placing a hand on their chest before bowing down to them playfully.

B-12 couldn't help but smile to himself at their antics. Whoever this strange robot was, there was this undeniable charm to the way they presented themselves that he found intriguing.

He didn't know how or why, but he had a hunch that they would get along wonderfully.

“The name's Tee and I'm the one responsible for all of this… mess,” Tee said with a quiet chuckle, motioning to the mural with a lazy flick of her wrist.

It sounded a bit too self-deprecating to be entirely a joke, but he decided not to comment on it.

After all, they had only met a few minutes ago, and he had the feeling she wouldn't appreciate him poking his antenna into her business.

“And to answer your question…”

They both perked up.

“I have no idea!”

The disappointed expressions that flashed across their little faces made her want to laugh, but she quickly stopped herself. Her smile then grew softer, more reassuring as she continued.

“Buuut I know of someone who might be able to help us!”

“His name's Momo and he's one of the Outsiders, or well… what's left of them.” It was then her smile wavered slightly, a heavy feeling settling deep in her core.

Momo, the only other person to ever compliment her craft. She hadn't seen him in a while, had he really given up? At least that's what the locals whispered among themselves…

“Though he might have given up on leaving, but simply asking won't hurt I suppose.”

Them at least. Truthfully, she dreaded asking him in particular, knowing how much sadness it would bring him, but they really had no other choice, as one member of the group had apparently disappeared a few years back after venturing outside the safe zone on his own, and the rest had gone through the sewers, never to be heard from again.

He was the only one left. Their only clue in this "getting outside" riddle.

“The Outsiders. They were a group that dedicated their lives to reaching the Outside. I've never got the chance to meet them since they well… went missing some time before I… came to this place…” She then quickly clapped her hands together. A loud clang echoed through the street, startling them slightly.

“What I'm trying to say is that Momo is our safest bet!”

“Sounds like a solid plan to me.” B-12 nodded along, motioning for her to take the lead with a flick of his antennae, and her smile promptly returned to her screen, brighter than ever.

“Lead the way then!”

“My pleasure!” she exclaimed, saluting to them playfully then turning on her heel to look around the street, eyes brushing past the dozens similarly looking doors on the dozens of similarly looking buildings and felt her core sink a little.

“His flat… where was his flat again?” She tapped her chin, pixelated brows furrowing deep in thought.

“It was this way I think,” she muttered, not sounding particularly convinced herself. Then she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks and made a full one eighty, startling them again.

“No it was the other way! Alright follow me!” They stared at her retreating back as she made her way down the street, then shared an uncertain glance before quickly trailing after her.