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Bree groaned as she slowly opened her eyes and used her hand to block out the blinding sun. She slowly and painfully got up as she remembered the powerful force that made her blackout in the first place.

She soon took in her surroundings and saw that the prison was completely destroyed.

Her eyes widened in horror. No, that would mean...

Bree got up and started running toward what was left of the prison.

"Nia! Micah!"

As she screamed their names, she sarted digging around the metal piles. However, she didn't find any signs of them being okay, or alive for that matter. She then dropped to her knees and started sobbing in her hands. This never would've happened if she hadn't put on that stupid crystal!

Bree then heard shuffling noises and looked up and followed.

"Oh my god! Someone's still alive!"

As she tried helping move the metal she heard a voice that she didn't recognise.

"Agh! Come on, meng! Get this mother f*cker off me!"

Bree blinked and then the metal piece flew off to reveal a robot that was shaped in cylinders.

"Noooo! Well, sh*t, meng! We got a gig tonight! How am I supposed to play some gig with the home guy dead and the singer woman dead, meng?! Mother f*ck, meng! Come on! Ah, no. Tito fucked it up, meng. Them dead and piano all dead. Mother f*cker, meng! We got a gig tonight, meng!"

Bree watched as the robot started walking and hugged herself as she followed, not wanting to be in the destroyed prison any longer. They soon came close to the plant-tentacle pit.

"What the f*ck is that thing? Ya'll f*cker and Tito would leave me up, meng."

Bree flinched once she heard Boba Fetts voice.

"Yo! Jazz stereo type, how 'bout tossin' down a rope!"

The robot looked to find some rope.

"There ain't no rope up here, meng."

"We're not picky!"

"Ain't nobody up here, meng. You talkin' to yourself. You havin' a dream, meng. I got a gig tonight, meng."

Bree had flinched again and quickly followed the robot when she heard Fetts angry voice.

"I will f*cking kill you! Don't you leave me down here with this talking walnut!"

"*sigh* You know what, that hurts me. That is one of the ten."

"One of the what?"

"One of the ten? Nine times out of ten, I enjoy your good joshing. But one out of every ten-"

"I will pay you ten million space dollars for a f*cking rope!"

Bree couldn't help but think. How come her cursings not censored but theirs is? Guess it's in their programming.

Several hours had past and Bree was already exhausted from the intense heat. The robot seemed pretty tired himself.

"Aw, meng, I'm so mother f*ckin' tired. I got my feet hurtin', meng. But I gotta make it to the gig, meng! Don't never miss no gig."

Brees pace began to slack from exhaustion. She started to grow thirsty and the fact that she was sweating did not help her at all.

"Hey, human woman! Try to keep up, meng!"

Bree flinched both in shock and surprise. Did this robot know she was following him the whole time!

"You don't wanna stay in the sun all day, meng? Then I suggest you follow me to the Ruin, meng."

Bree was confused, but she nodded and followed as she asked, "What's the Ruin?"

"The place where we're goin' is the inhabitance of the robot army, meng. Ruled by lord Dio."

Bree quirked an eyebrow. "Who's lord Dio?"

"He's a cyborg made by the scientist that served an old dead guy named Brakin' Boss." (A/N can someone please tell me if I spelt that right or not? if I didn't, then how is it spelt? I looked it up and it just lost me)

"Braking Boss?"

"Leader of the robots, meng. A hundred years ago, we were at war with mankind. Now that Brakin' Boss is dead, we're under the charge of Dio and Leda."

"Is Leda a cyborg, too?"

"Yep. Now we gotta make it the gig, meng! Don't never miss no gig."

Bree couldn't help but smile at the robot.

"What's your name, meng?"

"Bree."

"Name's Rebo."

Wow. No wonder she thought she heard that voice from Robot Chicken. It was Max Rebos voice.

They had finally made it to the Ruin, which almost looked like a castle that has crumbled for thousands of years.

"I'm here, meng! I made it! I walked across the desert, meng!"

Bree pointed to a group of robots that were already playing some music.

"Noooo! You gave gig away, meng?! That's f*cked up, meng! I'm thirty minutes late, meng. 'Snot jazz time, meng! 'Sides, no one loaned me cold dead in vain, meng... You know what, ya'll suck. I'm gonna go throw myself in that desert sh*t."

As the robot named Rebo started walking out, Bree clung to his arm in desperation and looked at him with her pleading eyes. She didn't want him to go. She didn't know any of the robots here. And of course, she didn't know Rebo either, but he was the only one she found in the desert that was still alive.

Rebo sighed at this and stayed put, making Bree smile and hug him.