New story. Gonna try and make this a weekly updated story. The story is Gibson has gone "insane" and having to stay in the lunatic asylum in the Super Robot. Possibly some drifting apart to the others. So… aqui vamos! (Here we go).
Disclaimer: I don't own Srmthfg, but God, I wish I did.
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"No! I'm not crazy! Let go of me this instant," Gibson said while trying to break free from the team's arms. He had recently been very ill and the team thinks this might have messed this head up a bit. "No way blue boy, we can't have you running around the ship with your ideas", Sparx explained. "He's right, your mind has been corrupted, you must be put in a solitary location where you can do no harm and no harm can be brought unto you," Antauri said. "But you don't understand, I have reason to believe…" BUMP! A hit was planted on the back of Gibson's head from Sparx rendering him unconscious . "Just shut up, we'll be there in a sec," he continued.
The chamber.
The team quickly got him down to the asylum and strapped a stray jacket on the unconscious monkey. "Is this really the best thing to do," Nova asked hesitantly. "Yes," Antauri said very sternly, "he is not well, we must leave him secluded so he can channel his mind and return to his normal state." Nova felt guilty and resisted the urge to cry for her fellow teammate. A hand was placed onto her shoulder and was flexed. "Don't worry Nova, he'll be alright", came a voice from the hand's owner.
The voice that had practically knocked her off her feet whenever she heard it. He had helped as much as he did annoy her and had always been his first priority. Oh how much she would love to just say "I love you Sprx-77".
"He'll pull through and will be back in the lab before you know it," he added. A small tear had escaped her eyelid and across her cheek. She immediately ran from the chamber and the rest of the team watched as the doors closed. The four of them returned their attention behind them only to find a stray jacket on the floor completely unattended.
The engine room.
The blue monkey was running at a complete sprint and looking for a place to hide. He wasn't usually one to run, but in a time like this, fighting his own team wouldn't be logical. Looking left to right, Gibson was completely afraid hoping the team hadn't discovered he was missing quite yet. "Just a little more time," he prayed in his head. He continued sprining until all of a sudden his stomach rose to his chest and and his foot hit air. He was falling.