Mei “Spring” Terzei had been walking for a long while. He didn’t know where to, but he didn’t know what else to do. He had woken up in the middle of a thick forest, which honestly wasn’t that unusual, considering how many times he had crashed poor Momo.
But he could usually see his helicopter after he woke up.
That startled him into sitting up from the forest floor. A shame too, because the floor was covered with dried, crunchy leaves. It was much better than having to search for the closest sign of civilization, that was for sure. He glanced up at the sky through the ceiling of leaves the forest provided, trying to see how late it was, and once again grew frustrated at his lack of electronics. It had been a while since he had to do something without them.
Just as he was thinking about his machines, Spring spotted something from the corner of his eye. Partly hidden by the forest trees was a workshop of sorts- metal walls, a runway with a bi-plane resting on it, and something odd painted on the side. He blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating, before starting to creep towards the building.
But after a few too many footsteps were accompanied by crunching leaves, he decided to use the trees. His tail swung up with a mind of its own, and it curled around a branch sticking out of a nearby tree. He then raised off the ground like he was being pulled up by a crane, and settled on top of the branch his tail had picked.
Spring wasn’t completely sure why he felt the need to hide, but he just felt like… an unwelcome guest. He had a weird feeling that he had been ignoring, but it was starting to well up again as he looked over the unknown marking painted on the workshop.
Because he had no idea who that belonged to. And that scared the crap out of him.
The first thing the otter noticed was how cold he was. It wasn't the kind of cold that came with the wind, or the cold that could freeze his precious pond and keep him huddled in his shack as snow fell. No, this cold was… artificial. It didn't come from the air, it came from whatever he was laying on.
When Bud finally decided to sit up to leave the cold, he noticed how hard whatever he was lying on was. Little rocks had practically fused with his fur and pricked his back, leaving him very uncomfortable. What on Earth had he been laying on?
When he looked around for any clues, he suddenly felt very small. He was surrounded by glass towers that rose into the sky and seemingly never ended. What were these things?
While he was staring dumbly in the sky, a large blow of some sort of horn nearly blew out his eardrums. He jumped to his feet with a startled shout, then stared down what had honked at him. Instead of one lousy robot, the otter found himself surrounded by advanced machinery, every single one honking at him. There were lights glaring with the horns, and he was quickly starting to feel overwhelmed.
He quickly went from confused to frustrated. Maybe he it was the rush of adrenaline (or maybe it was the realization that he didn't have cigarettes on him), but he stretched himself to his full height, before storming over and slamming the hood of a stationary machine.
Now, Bud’s size wasn’t for show. He was 6 foot 5 inches, 600 pounds, and his fur hid how muscular he really was. So when he slammed a fist down on the metal roof, it was like a sledgehammer coming down. Of course, the damn thing started started wailing an annoying siren, and the otter’s headache only got worse.
His eyes were finally starting to adjust to the overabundance of glaring lights, and he looked around properly at the machines surrounding him. Whoever was in the machine he had crushed had ran out, and was standing next to somebody with a uniform of sorts in. Apparently, that thing was a ‘car’, and they weren’t supposed to be destroyed. His bad. But that wasn’t what caught his attention. What on Soibom was that thing? It looked like a Poppet, except it wasn’t colored in any way. Not to mention, it was much too lanky, and it’s head was shaped weird.
Before he could ask anything, however, he heard and felt the telltale signs of a bullet. Compared to most of his friends, he had the most… experience with guns. Hunter had gone through a phase of putting guns on every robot he built, but he finally stopped when it was discovered that Bud was basically impervious to them. It was a waste of resources, and the hare was getting really tired of watching his robots get shot into pieces by a former ally’s arm.
With that being said, it wasn’t much of a surprise when Bud’s only reaction to being shot at was to turn and scowl at the dumbfounded creature trying to attack him. He stomped over, looked the shaking creature up and down… before snatching the handgun from his hands and tossing it aside.
Despite his look and his intimidating aura, Bud had never killed a living creature. And even if he didn’t know what these things were, he wasn’t going to start now. Instead, he started to walk off, pushing the cars in his path away like they were scrap metal. He needed to find his way back home; or, more reasonably, try to find anybody he knew.
He had a feeling he wasn't on Soibom anymore.
Man this needed an update badly. I was using "randum" writing unironically >_>
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