His mission in Mainframe was to study the viruses. Bob knew he had failed, and he blamed himself for what happened to Hexadecimal. In truth, Bob used to be terrified of her. He was very aware of her powers and thought Megabyte's social skills made him a better candidate for reprogramming.
Now he wondered how he was going to get Megabyte under control. Maybe wherever Scuzzy was taking him to would have something to help? A weapon to weaken him without hurting him? Would Hex have something like that? Possibly. Something to hurt him without deleting him? After everything he had done to her, that was a definite possibility. No, Hex was too powerful to need a weapon for that. Then again, the Medusa Bug wasn't really necessary either. A list of her brother's weaknesses? She probably had one of those around here somewhere. Still, as far as Bob knew, Scuzzy could just be taking to some secret room with more art supplies and cat food.
At this point, anything would be better than some secret shrine to him.
"Scuzzy where are you taking me?"
The cat purred, but without a video to go along with it, that wasn't much of an answer. The cat lead him to a small door and pushed it open. Bob sighed and got down on his hands and knees to squeeze himself through. There was a small tunnel with a dim light at the end of it, but the guardian had a feeling whatever was on the other side would not be there later.
"This had better be worth it." Bob wasn't happy when the tight tunnel lead to a small balcony. "That's it?"
Scuzzy glared at the guardian and looked at a small group of handles in the floor. Bob got closer to investigate and rolled his eyes when he found found multiple handles on the one small door.
"A door on the floor? Leave it to Hex..." Bob smiled at her creativity and tried to open the door, only to find that it wouldn't open. His first thought was that is was locked, but there wasn't keyhole. He decided he was using the wrong handle. "Of course." Eventually he found out the one in the middle would open the door. "What ever makes sence in Lost Angles?"
The door opened to what appeared to be a deep hole. "Glitch, flashlight." Even with the light clearly shining in the hole, all Bob could see was black. "Weird."
Bob looked at Scuzzy. He almost asked if he was sure this was a good idea before deciding to trust Hecidecimal's cat and just jump down. The fall didn't take near as long as he expected, and the guardian was not prepared for the landing. As soon as his feet hit the cold floor, the gaurdian faceplanted. That was when he figured that the walls and floor were probably painted black. He was trying to grt up when Scuzzy landed on top of him, pushing him back down to the cold, hard floor. The cat looked at him compassionately.
"I'm alright." Bob found out otherwise as he tried to get up. "Ow!" Scuzzy seemed concerned. "Its just a twisted ankle." Bob lied. "Where to now? Go slowly."
Scuzzy didn't believe Bob, but there was nothing he could do. So he slowly lead the guardian down a few halls, looking back every few steps to make sure Bob was still alright. They finally made their way to a set of very large doors.
"That's what this key is for." Bob looked down at the key. Even when he broke his ankle, Bob still clung to that key. "Hexadecimal made this door hard to find, and locking it would only be over-deletion. She tried to keep whatever is in there a secret from everyone. Are you sure I should go in?"
Scuzzy purred.