The eerie sounds of numerous branches and twigs snapping when being simply stepped upon was beginning to violently tear at the handsome vermillion robot's senses.
The pilot was well aware of the fact that he was nearing the area where they held his partner captive, he just... didn't exactly know where to pinpoint the facilities exact location.
The scenery within the forest that was enshrouding the pilot was dreary and ominous, as he had predicted.. it was also taking a toll on his paranoia.
Sparx-77 would never admit it, but he detested the dark... I daresay even more than he did water.
He couldn't be sure as to why, though the pilot had suspected it involved certain memories of the war; memories that the vermillion simian had been sure to bury once the traumatic incident had fallen to an end..
The memories then promptly drowned his mind, causing the simian to emit a hiss of intense discomfort and horror.
He could recollect the memories of hearing the pitiful cries of agony and desolation.
Images of crimson stained bodies and hideous monstrosities flashed through his mind.
He then began to shake violently.
"Come on now." Sprx uttered to himself as he struggled to shake the memories away "I don't need to be pussying out of this now. Gibson's probably wasting away with every damned second I waste..."
Sparx shook the horrendous memories away, and with that, he continued his search.
He examined his surroundings closely, searching for any trace of there being any sign of human living areas.
The pilot searched desperately for what had seemed like hours; his hopes for finding his partner were slowly deteriorating with every futile search.
With a hiss of dissatisfaction, the vermillion simian leaned against a decayed tree for support; he was exhausted and terrified.. and he loathed every second of it.
Sparx was known to detest many things that showed his weakness or damaged his pride, but being aware of those feelings that allowed others to perceive his weakness.. it absolutely disgusted him.
Sparx despised feeling worthless and weak, that was why he had pushed so hard to build his strength during those years after Gibson's defeat. He felt that it was necessary to be the one to take on the physical battles alongside his allies, even though he was more adapted to fighting through the Super Robot's right hand.
He could feel his sense of sight beginning to fade, and he struggled to stay awake.. for he feared what the consequences would be if he dared to do so..
...
Gibson emitted a hiss of discontentment as his vision began to focus once more; he remained laying on the ground for a few moments more, for the pain in his body required time to cease.
One the pain had ceased, he shivered violently as he struggled to bring himself to his feet, the frigid weather didn't very well accommodate his comfort either.
"Gh..."
Gibson struggled to his feet and leaned against a mere few pieces of brick that remained of what once was a building, his breathing soft and steady. It didn't take much to allow the cerulean scientist to perceive the uneasiness within the air.
He could sense it, something was simply not right about the area he resided within..
For one reason, this area obviously wasn't his cell.
..and secondly..
It was all far too silent.
Gibson's ebony eyes scanned the area that enshrouded him; something seemed strangely familiar to the scientist about the area he was in.
He appeared to be within the remnants of an obliterated city.
Pieces of buildings and rubble were scattered lifelessly around him with the shattered remains of glass resided within the mixture of the rubble. Deserted vehicles lay turned over and damaged beyond chance of repair alongside the streets. The ground beneath his feet, it lay in cracked pieces.
As far as the scientist could be able to tell, this area had been deserted long ago.
What caused the horrid scene to begin with?
Gibson did not know.
...and he honestly did not wish to find out, either.
Once Gibson had decided he had absorbed enough of the horrendous scenery that surrounded him, he slowly began to wander aimlessly down the obliterated remnants of the street.
As he wandered farther, he took notice of the faint splatters of dried crimson that stained the streets ahead of him.
A shudder cascaded down his spinal cord as he took a hesitant step towards the mess ahead of him; once he got close enough, he bent down and placed two of his metallic fingertips against the dried crimson liquid.
A small trace of dried scarlet stuck to his fingertips once he removed them from the liquid.
He rubbed the strange substance against his fingertips, curiosity began to drown out his sense of judgment; he could not fathom what the dried liquid that clung to his fingertips was.
He then pressed his tongue against the substance, it only took a mere second for the disgusting taste to register within his mind. Gibson emitted a hiss of displeasure and recoiled in response.
The disgusting sensation of the substance remained on the scientist's tongue, and he shuddered furiously. It was not a sensation that he cared to taste once more, it reminded the cerulean simian of rust.
Suddenly, without any warning, Gibson began to experience an abnormal feeling of dread within the pit of his stomach; he felt as if.. he weren't the sole being in this strangely familiar area.
He scanned the area once more, silently praying that he was merely being paranoid.
..Perhaps that was it?
Was it possible for him to simply be.. paranoid?
It would actually be logical; after all, he had been confined in a narrow cell for the heavens only know how long. It would be reasonable for him to be uneasy, for he had not been exposed to such abnormal circumstances as he had been beforehand.
Still, it did not feel as if he were merely being paranoid. He could not cease his sudden feeling of dread and fear.
He felt as if her were actually in danger.. as if his life would end at any given moment.. if he were to remain in the area for one second more..
"Obliterate..Murder..Betray.."
Gibson was snapped from his thoughts- whom on earth was that?
The voice struck him as familiar, though he could not seem to place his thoughts on whom it exactly belonged to...
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