I apologize for the delay…-sighs-

Well, atleast I've a part of the plot complete…

This will be longer than expected…

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DEMOLISH MY WALLS

SEEKING ANSWERS

She stared at the door frantically, only to realize that her subconscious actions are shattering the view that she gained from her comrades, the view of strength and endurance. It required a great effort to form it, and she wasn't going to let these efforts go down the drain, not with ease.

Trembling with fear was never a solution, wailing in pain wasn't an escape from the ruthless reality. She rose with agony, triumphantly regaining the entire control of her actions. Concealing her anxiety wasn't an easy feat either, but she was capable of performing it. Despite being well-aware that passing out doesn't recommend this concern, surges of fear ran through her veins, as if her subconscious knew the merciless reality. She was terrified to imagine the scene beyond the door, terrified to predict the outcomes of Sprx's condition.

The door opened, causing chills to run across her spine but never alter her position. Gibson stepped outside and closed the door behind him in hesitation, trying to pick the correct words to say. He turned his gaze towards his comrades who were eager to hear some answers. In great uncertainty, he forced the words out of his mouth, "A nervous breakdown…..a severe one indeed!" His uncertainty was quite seldom, being devoted to his books and researches throughout his entire life.

"You mean his nerves are broken?" Otto inquired in childish innocence, breaking the horrible silence.

"No, Otto, he's just … stressed, apparently…from his state." He ranted, hoping to make some sense.

"Oh!" The green mechanic exclaimed then grinned and turned towards Nova, "I told ya nothing was wrong!" He said and headed to the screen that demanded attention.

Her retort was silence, for a certain pulse assured her that nothing was alright and the situation was worsening every second of delay. Chiro, their leader, broke that silence, "Well, I was thinking that maybe I should go bring us some hover burgers, ya know, something better than the veggies swarming the kitchen!" He said casually, having believed Gibson immediately.

Antauri gestured to him approvingly, only to gain more time to meditate and reveal the truth. He too could never classify "a nervous breakdown" as the complete truth. "Perhaps Gibson has overlooked an important fact as for being unrelated to science and logic." He thought as he mentally floated to his own chambers, seeking answers and interpretations with all his mental capabilities.

Nova stared at Gibson knowingly as he attempted to close the door, only to perceive her glance and turn back to her, "So, you know it's something far worse than a breakdown as I assume…" He spoke, aware of the response as all his efforts to conceal his worry were futile.

"But I don't know what is this "something" and why do I feel being the reason either…" Resuming her façade of endurance, she retorted, endeavoring to taint her tone with rage.

"You seem to accuse yourself for having reacted furiously right before his issue. Regarding the main issue, unfortunately, that's what I'm desperately trying to deduce." Disconcert was embodied in his tone deeply as he returned back to the medbay, locking the door after him.

A wave of cold air hit against her from the sudden closure of the metallic door. However, a new wave increased the chills racing through her spine-having lots of reasons to daunt her soul- as the door was opened again. "I do need some help…" The blue scientist said in a grave tone, leaving the door ajar.

Balancing her steps, she hastily paced inside to see before her eyes the major scene on which her anxiety was centered. "Don't worry, he's unequivocally healthy….in physical terms." Gibson said behind a pile of thick books, knowing they were helpless.

Nova stretched her arms to wipe the colourless fluid that convulsively began flowing across her face. Stuttering between tears, she inquired, "Physical terms?"

"His psychological well-being is highly doubted, at least if the cause was rational." He raised his gaze from the thick book sapping his concentration to continue, "However, there exists a beam of hope that the cause might be disclosed after reading through those. Psychological issues have never tempted my curiosity, so that field denotes one of my major weak points." He said mainly attempting to concern himself that hope didn't face its ultimate termination yet. "Here" He gestured towards one of the slimmer books, obliging her to aid him in his research.

Nova obediently took a chair and started seeking answers, aware that this was the sole thing she could do.

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The city was encompassed with an ambiguous aura, relentless gusts of wind sent chills in the handful of people walking. Suddenly, a wave of lightning struck the ground that it seemed as though crevices were the impact of the collision. Droplets of water plummeted to the ground, accompanied with particles of snow. Shrieks of thunder rang through the ears of all the citizens, even those who are cuddled before a fireplace. It seemed as though nature had perceived the imminent demise that had been stalking their peaceful lives for centuries.

Chiro sulked silently, shielding his hair with his arms in a futile attempt to obviate catching a cold. "If only I grabbed my trench coat.." He thought, stomping on the wet roads and hastening the pace to reach the restaurant in the shortest time possible.

After a while, he was completely drenched in water. Chills ran across his spine and his teeth shivered as his quivering legs approached the locked place. "Damn" He cursed under his breath, turning his gaze towards the vast skies where countless shades of black blended together. "Moonless night….must be a lunar eclipse or something.." He wondered at the ominous spectacle before him before rushing back indoors wile suppressing a relentless coughing fit.

Nearing the entrance of the Super Robot, he caught the glimpse of a creature standing on the super robot's head in this weather. Removing his arms to get a better view, he perceived that it was one of his comrades, probably Otto playing in the rain. A mischievous glint illuminated his eyes as a practical joke crossed his mind. Pacing as silently as he could muster, he entered the Robot, ran to his room. The teenager opened the dresser, where an outfit stood out among the rest normal clothing items. He picked the costume and, dusting it off, wore it. The mirror reflected his spectacle in that mummy costume, perfect for terrifying the green mechanic. He snickered to himself and left for the Robot's head, ready to taint his comrade's sleep with nightmares.

The mummy, having reached his destination, raised the mask that blurred his vision to get a clearer view of his comrade. There, the remnants of the sixth monkey stood under the rain plotting his next move. The raven haired teenager's eyes protruded from their sockets and color drained from his face. He stared, his shock replaced by immense fury. He felt relieved for disclosing his presence before his nemesis could accomplish any of his dark intrigues. After considering the situation, Chiro decided that it would be best to keep an eye on the intruder until an efficient plan forms in his mind.

3 minutes later, unless Chiro's watch had lost track of time, another figure appeared in the stark blackness of the night. He couldn't perceive the figure's identity but it was probably one of his comrades as the shadow belonged to a robotic monkey. He turned his gaze towards Mandarin, who continued staring at the sky, saying, "I've accepted your invitation."

The figure, who later turned out as Antauri, spoke, "You must be aware of our mutual goals…"

"Splendid, so you could break through my mind again, couldn't you Antauri?" Mandarin retorted, having deciphered the source of the facts the silver simian possessed.

"The power primate had paved this path for me. Thereby, it's inevitable that we-" The silver simian continued with distaste, "join arms. Each of us has something sought by the other, you possess information, and we possess forces. According to the power primate, this is the only way of defeating the Skeleton King."

Mandarin turned his gaze towards his former comrade inquiringly. He was clouded with questions, not only him, everybody was…

Chiro wondered what Antauri had sensed…

Antauri wondered what new plot their nemesis had begun implementing…

Gibson wondered how all his researches were futile to find a remedy…

Nova wondered about why her subconscious convinced her of an imminent peril…

And Sprx himself, though in a comatose condition, wondered how he had drowned in this darkness and how he was going to swim back to reality…

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Gibson sighed in frustrated anxiety, closing the final book in despair. He placed it at the top of the pile of books before him, followed by Nova who placed another book in exhaustion. The entire pile collapsed to the floor, shattering the silence of the medbay. Gibson began piling up the books again, a hopeless look on his face. After piling the books in their proper place, he turned to the papers that littered the usually glossy floor. Nova, with the same grim expression, picked one of the papers and examined it closely, only to be interrupted by Otto's scream resounding in the robot…

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I'll start writing the next chap right now!

Still, I may not be able to complete it…

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