Rushing through the site having only managed to grab a flashlight on his way 479 breezes past the blood splatter outside the room his only friend had been staying in, pushing the doors servos to move quicker as he forces his way in.
Breathing heavily his eyes dart across the space, finding no trace of Alena. His heart drops as he briskly walks over to the discarded bandages. Where is she? Why is she gone? Oh god oh fuck is he too late?
He curses loudly, throwing the cloth at the wall as tears begin to run down his face, the drops collecting along the bottom edge of his visor. He has to go look. He has to find her but... He can't get his legs to move.
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Though long gone, the evidence was fresh. That wouldn’t help much, though. Z-909 was nowhere to be found.
What was sitting in her place, however, was a black feline with a strangely coloured eye. A bright pink scar ran the width of his face and down the length of his torso, parting the fur on either side. Scars also wrapped around the cat’s front wrists. His muzzle was curved in such a way that it made it seem like he was grinning— or maybe he actually was. Above its head a small top hat was floating, with a yellow ribbon decorating the base.
He sat there, watching, that grin ever present, and that strange eye narrowing knowingly. A voice begins to speak, though it feels more like it’s coming from inside 479’s head.
“Took you long enough, tcheheheeee!”
