#twinsend

     “ Huh ? ” A famous phrase from a very confused SPARTAN, as 1337 turns to face the source of the voice he’d heard. He’d just gotten up from a nasty fall that had sent him flying; finally stood up only to hear a voice. Whether or not it was talking to him, he’d turned anyway to see someone standing near him. Quickly he raises his arm in a friendly wave. “ Hey ! ” Maybe they could help him a little.

     same night routine ;  check the ice box ,  pop whatever fresh food is in to the crock pot and let the logic of the constant do the work  ( where are the plates coming from when she finished cooking ?  she’ll never know ) .  with nothing much to do aside from waiting ,  the child sat ,  staring blankly into the flames in the firepit before metallic hands grabbed onto her sides and lifted her up to the air .

   honestly ,  if that much didn’t give wendy even the slightest bit of a startle ,  who knows what will .  with a soft surprised gasp ,  her legs kicked up  ( and barely into the fire due to the height of whoever is holding her now ) .  turning her head ,  all the spiked feelings of fear and panicked quieted down ,  though her heart has yet to slow down with the rest of her .

   ❝ …  hi dad , ❞   she said softly ,  trying to focus on relaxing the damned organ still beating quickly .   ❝ and how have you been this fine evening ? ❞

It had been a long time since he’d taken a trip to visit Wendy. Things were probably overdue too, if their sudden reaction was anything to judge by. They didn’t used to be startled by him picking them up. “GREETINGS, WENDY. I AM IN SUSTAINABLE CONDITION. REPAIRS ARE NEEDED, BUT NOT NECESSARY IMMEDIATELY.” Truth was, he was in a pretty roughed up shape, but it wasn’t enough to cause him any serious trouble. Dents here and there, and in a couple places there lie claw marks that made their presence known on the metal chassis. It was obvious he’d been fighting hounds recently.