#xcloseyoureyes

The Sentinel had been purchasing a number of goods. It had something planned. If it recalled correctly, this was a time of human festivities, and there was a certain tradition they would partake in: The baking and consumption of copious amounts of cookies. It had a bag full of ingredients, and some approximate cooking knowledge gathered from a few cook books. It felt it was ready to bake.

It nudged open the door to the home it shared with Knight Knight and Rogue, immediately spotting the megaton girlfriend and waving its free hand cheerfully a her.

There’s a few seconds of low rattling from within the sentinel as it process what had just happened.

Within a few seconds, the rattling ceases, and with a ping, the pill drops out of one of the vents on its chest.

“Where do you think you’re going, you old punk?!”

*The Sentinel was making its way through Hotland. It was about time to pay a visit to a friend, and the friend was going to be Knight Knight.

*The machine was feeling more attached to her with each passing day. It now regularly made its way to her various dwellings. Places it knew she would sometimes be in the hopes of finding her to talk to.

*Today it seemed to be in luck, and it had something to show her. It moved with heavy footsteps, approaching her quickly as it announced its arrival.

*It had been wondering where Knight Knight was. It had wandered around for about half an our looking for her, before stumbling across her in the Crystal caves, gazing up at the ceiling and shining stones that lie here.

*It followed her gaze slowly, sitting cross legged beside her and peering up at the stones.

*It said nothing. It knew why she was here, it had read the inscriptions on the walls. The monsters, they came here to make wishes. It didn’t wish to disturb her... instead, it just sat quietly with her, watching the stones sparkle above.

*It wondered if they accepted robot wishes...

*The Sentinel had already replaced its faceplate before she had responded, covering the jaws of its fuel intake, but it nodded all the same. It wasn’t about to lie to its friend.

It was a lovely evening.. or night. What ever it was up there. And the old turtle was doing what he did every day.. Mining rocks and inspecting them as a hobby. Few people went past every other weekend, month or even a year. Depending on people’s mood. But a familiar face came to his home.

“Wah ha ha! What brings you here this time Knight knight?”