Ender wandered the halls. There was nothing here, no one to fight or make friends with or anything. The school was old, older than he was, and every time he walked the floors creaked in silent protest. Ender considered them rude. Wasn't like a 11 year old weighed much, and they'd carried armies before him. His days were repetitive. He'd get up from Dragon, eat, do a bit of exercising in the gym, float around in the spheres, then fall back asleep. It was always the same, the endless purgatory which he had been assigned. At least, it was, until the toaster stopped working.

Ender gently punched the small kitchenware in the side, hoping it spit up his bread and stop smoking. "C'mon, you were working yesterday." He muttered, hitting it again. The toaster, arrogant to its core, did nothing and became increasingly warm. Ender sighed, and threw it out the garbage disposal. Something was slightly satisfying when crystals began to form over the pour toaster. Turning back around, he jogged back to the cafeteria. Pushing open the doors, he was greeted by a smoking oven and a collection of parts on the counter. Raising a confused eyebrow, he leaned over the black and white table top and gasped. It was someone else! "Hello?!" Ender chirped. The person froze, but continued working. Ender frowned, but realized the helmet they were wearing probably obscured their hearing. He walked around and tapped gently on their shoulder. They whipped around, and stared at him for a long time. "Hey…" Ender waved awkwardly. "Do you know me?" The other just tilted their head and shrugged. "Oh. Well I'm Ender. Ender Wiggin." He held his hand out. They stared a little bit longer, then began scrambling backwards. "Wait!" Ender said, taking a step and ducking as a wrench flew towards him. "What did I say?" The other just backed up further, desperately gathering up their scrap metal and climbing back over the counter. "I'm sorry!" Ender yelled.

"No tu no eres!" Ender froze. He knew that voice. It had tortured him for years here, and now his guilt was darting out the door and down the hall. Ender sat there for a little way, then picked up one of the bits of metal he'd dropped. It was a large gear, and Ender had no idea where in the oven he would've found it. Ender looked out over the cafeteria floor, bits of metal littered over it. He would return them. Yes, that's exactly what he would do. He wouldn't be hunting for them if he didn't need them, so he'd be grateful to have a few extra parts. Ender walked around, gathering the chunks of scrap in his arms. Walking out into the hall, Ender saw another gear and smiled as he realized they made a clear path towards the Salamander barracks. "Old habits die hard…"

Bonzo was panicking. Why. Why was he here. When did he arrive? Had he always been here, and he'd just been too stupid to notice? Whatever, it didn't really matter, he'd gotten what he needed and could fix the lights now. Ender had probably done that day one. Ender probably knew he was here the entire time and was just fucking with him. Ender was probably the person stealing his parts. Ender this, Ender that, Ender Ender Ender! Bonzo growled and slammed his fist into the wall. The plaster crumbled around his hand, and he could feel bits of drywall in his palm. He brought his hand up to his visor, but still couldn't see whether it had broken skin or not. His visor was so filthy, oil and ash and blood obscuring his view of the outside world. He slipped it off slowly, part of him scared that without it his skull would break in two. Bonzo brought his hand back and felt the long line of stitches stretching from his left ear to the first bone in his neck. He shivered and went back to inspecting his palm. Thankfully no cuts, but now he had a giant hole in the wall. But he had exposed some of the wiring towards the large light in the back, so that was good. He traced his fingers over the wires. A few bits of straight long steel, a wire here and there, and the lights would be good as new!

"You dropped these." Bonzo jumped and turned towards the door. Ender stood in his doorway, arms full of little bits of scrap and wire. Bonzo started backwards but tripped on nothing and stumbled back into the bunks. Bonzo hissed, reaching a hand back and feeling part of his head. He brought his hand back and nearly screamed. It was covered deep scarlet blood, and even though it wasn't down his back like it had that day he could feel his heart speeding along. "Oh! My god, you cut yourself really bad, didn't you?" Ender dropped the metal on a nearby table and keeled down beside Bonzo. Ender gently pressed against the wound, feeling Bonzo flinch as he tried to figure out just how deep it was. It wasn't very long, but it was deep, so disinfectant and gauze were a must. Ender slowly moved his finger to the scar below the cut. He touched it and was near instantly slapped in the face. "Ow! Dammit let me help you!" Bonzo scurried across the room and grabbed his helmet, pulling on frantically. "Hey! Take that back off you're still bleeding! We have to clean that up that cut first."

"Hell no!"

"Bonzo what if gets infected? That damn helmets dirty enough."

"I don't care! You…"

"What. What did I do."

"Alright look if I say this I'm going to sound like I'm fucking three."

"Say it anyway!"

"You touched it!"

"The scar? Why the hell shouldn't I..." Ender drifted off. It was the fracture that had killed him. And he just run his hands over it like it was no big deal. "Oh...shit."

"Yeahhhhh."

"I'm sorry." Bonzo slid his helmet back off and felt the blood run down the side of his face.

"No, you're not. I'll handle the cut on my own just get out of my barracks and leave me alone!" Bonzo picked up his screwdriver and threw it at Ender. Ender ran out the door, ducking as tools flew past his head. He ran till he was back at the Dragon Barracks, sliding down the back wall. He took a small piece of pipe that he'd taken from Bonzo's pile. Perhaps he would try again tommorow.