Hey everyone! I'm back with chapter 5! Sorry for the long wait, I've been busy and had to post my other chapter for TFP: The Medic's Assistant. Also, my sister just had her third baby! A sweet baby boy! Now I have nieces and a nephew! Yay!
Anyway, really excited about this chapter and I hope you all enjoy it.
P.S. sorry for any grammatical errors
P.S.S. For those wondering about who would voice Neon and Aurora, I think Sofia Carson for Aurora, and either Dove Cameron or Vanessa Hudson for Neon. One of you suggested those actresses and I think they are really good choices. Also, Patrick Stewart as Cogman and Keith David as Grindor, suggested by Fairytalegirl22. Thank you for the suggestions!
Anyway, on to the chapter!
Transformers One: Connected
Chapter 5: B-127
Disclaimer: I don't own Transformers.
Neon, Orion, and D-16 tried fighting out of Darkwing's grasp as the guard carried the three of them out of the building. They had no idea where he was taking them, but they doubted it was to Sentinel's personal service pod.
"Where are you taking us?!" D-16 asked.
"Shut it!" Darkwing snapped as he took off into the air.
Neon shrieked as they soared high up off the ground. She went from trying to squirm her way free to now clinging onto Darkwing so she wouldn't fall. She ended up shutting her optics so not to see the long drop below them.
Down below, Aurora ran out of the building as she tried to catch up to them. She tried activating her thrusters to chase after Darkwing, but yelped at the sharp pain in her thrusters as she landed back on the ground. She groaned from the pain as she remembered what Sentinel said.
"You try and fly before they recover, you risk permanently damaging them."
Realizing she was literally grounded, her wings sadly drooped down. "Scrap!"
"Aurora!"
Hearing her name, she looked to the side to see two gold guards rushing over to her. Thinking they would help; she tried telling them the situation.
"That bot just took off with three miners!" she said as she pointed up at Darkwing, "I believe they're in danger! You have to go after them!"
"Negative," one of the guards told her, "Our orders are to bring you back to the tower. Please, come with us."
"But the miners-"
"Are unimportant," the other guard interrupted.
Aurora frowned at them. It became clear they weren't going to help. Seeing there was no use in reasoning with the guards, she released a vent. "Fine."
The guards went beside her on each side and were about to escort her. But to their surprise, she sucker-punched both of them in the torso before flipping them onto the ground. Both of them grunted once they landed on their backs before groaning from the pain.
"Sorry, fellas!" Aurora apologized as she ran away.
The two immediately got up and saw her making a break for it. "Hey!" They shouted as they chased after her.
Aurora quickly ducked behind a corner and pressed herself against the wall. She watched as the two guards ran past her and disappeared past a building. Having gave them the slip, she vented in relief. But now she had another problem. She had no idea where her friends were. She looked around in the sky but saw no sign of them nor Darkwing.
"Scrap," she murmured. "Now how am I going to find them?" She remembered Neon's scared expression when Darkwing carried her and the others away, making her feel scared for them. She had to find them somehow.
All of a sudden, she felt a huge pulse in her spark, making her snap her head up in surprise. She felt it again. And again. The spark beat was so loud it sounded like it was directly in her audio receptor. Just then her spark started tugging, making her turn around to face the alleyway. She stared down it in confusion. She wasn't sure if her optics were playing tricks on her, but she swore she could see a faint blue trail of light leading to somewhere. Whatever it was, she felt her spark being pulled towards it, as if it was trying to tell her to follow.
"Look over there!" she heard a guard's voice shout nearby, "she couldn't have gone far!"
Not having a lot of options, Aurora made her way down the alleyway. She even snagged a tarp on top of a crate and draped it over herself to hide her face. She had no idea where she was going, but she kept listening to her spark as it told her where to go.
(Meanwhile)
Neon, Orion, and D-16 shrieked as Darkwing descended down a shaft, taking them deep underground. Once he reached the bottom, he roughly threw the three miners into a chamber as he hovered in the air.
"Wait, wait, you don't understand!" D-16 tried to say, "we were supposed to go to Sentinel Prime's service pod!"
"You three are never going to see anyone ever again!" Darkwing angrily swore, "I'll make sure of that!" He then flew back up, leaving the three down below.
"You're making a mistake, ask Sentinel!" D-16 shouted, only for the door to seal shut on them.
Orion groaned as he sat up. "Hate that guy."
Neon felt her circuits overheating as she looked around. "Why is it so warm in here?"
The three heard something landing behind them. Turning around, they saw loads of garbage falling down a chute onto a conveyor belt. The conveyor belt took the scrap straight into a huge fiery furnace at the other side of the small room. That's when they noticed the yellow bot standing there. He was cog-less like they were and had a helmet covering his face. He stood there as he watched the trash going into the furnace. Not wanting him to see them, the trio tried to sneak closer to get a better look. However, they were soon discovered as the bot slowly turned his head to their direction.
"You!" the mech said in a deep voice as he pointed at them, "how did you get down here?!"
The three immediately fell back as the bot stormed over towards them as he kept pointing. Neon hid herself behind Orion as the three fearfully pressed themselves against the wall. The bot continued speaking as he confronted them.
"There's no access to this level, there is nobody down here but me! No one, no-" His mask flipped upwards, revealing his real face. His blue optics were wide as he stared at the three.
"You're real!" the yellow bot said in disbelief with a normal yet energetic voice, "y-y-you're others, you're... not me! You're here, and you're not me!" He started happily laughing, making the trio glanced at one another in confusion.
"Uh... yeah?" Orion responded.
"AWESOME!" the bot shouted, making them jump. He toned it down as he went to explain. "I am so sorry, that must have been weird for you. I-I just haven't had a lot of company since they put me down here in sublevel 50."
Orion, Neon, and D-16 were shocked by this.
"50?" D-16 asked in confusion, "but there are only 40 sub levels."
"That's what I thought," the bot said, "Turns out they're ten more and they are not pleasant. Probably why nobody ever really talks about them."
"How long have you been down here?" Orion asked the mech.
"How long have I been here?" the bot repeated with a laugh, "let's see, somewhere between a long time and forever. I mean, I had other jobs, but I kept getting reassigned because I'm so good at what I do. Oh! I'm B-127 by the way, but you can call me B. I'm actually working on some nicknames. The one I'm floating right now is Badassatron, which is actually pronounced-" He stood tall as he made his voice deeper and menacing... Badassatroooon." His voice returned to normal as he looked at the three. "But if you have any critiques-"
"We're just going to call you B," D-16 said.
B-127 smiled as he gave a thumbs up. "Totally cool too! So, what are your names?"
"Oh, uh, I'm Orion Pax," the red and blue mech introduced before pointing at the silver mech. "This is D-16..." he then moved over to reveal the femme still hiding behind him. "And this is Neon."
Once B-127 saw Neon, a look of awe swept over his face as his optics widened at the sight of her. For a moment, he had forgotten about the other two as time slowed down around him. Music started playing as specks of light appeared out of nowhere and shined around the femme as she looked back at him. He couldn't help but stare as he admired her.
Neon was very confused as to why the yellow bot was staring at her with his jaw dropped. It was starting to weird her out.
"Uh, you good there, B?" Orion asked worryingly.
B-127 immediately snapped himself back into reality. "Sorry! Sorry. It's really nice to meet all of you." He smiled at the femme miner as he tried playing it cool. "Neon, that's a very cool name. Very cool." He noticed the paint splatter on her and started asking her many questions at once. "Wow, you're very colorful. Are you a painter? I bet you're a painter. What do you paint? You must really like colors. Is that why you're called Neon? I love colors too! My favorite color is yellow, in case you couldn't tell. What's your favorite color?"
Neon was so nervous by his constant chatter as she tried to say something. "Uuuuuh, I uh, ummm-"
D-16 immediately spoke up to get the attention off of her. "Sorry, but how do we get out of here?" he asked the yellow bot.
"Great question," B-127 said with a smile, "you don't."
The three had a look of sheer horror on their faces.
"We don't?!" D-16 repeated in disbelief.
"Nope," B-127 responded, "we have limited access to the waste management area, but the new shift manager there does not like distractions, no, no, they prefer we stay here on the task at hand."
"Which is?" Orion asked as the three stood up. They soon realized how short B-127 was compared to them. Even Neon was taller than him by half a head.
"Oh!" B-127 said. Taking off his helmet, he dropped it onto the conveyor belt as more trash fell down from the chute. "The scrap comes in from the chute there onto the conveyor belt, our job is to look for anything that might be worth salvaging before it hits the furnace and gets smelted."
"So, you watch garbage burn?" D-16 asked, very unimpressed.
"YES!" B-127 excitedly responded, "It is so great that you're here now! I can't wait to learn everything about you and then tell you everything about me!" I have a lot of hopes and dreams that I am just dying to share with one or two or three best friends!"
"Uh, y-y-yeah, we would love to-" Orion hesitantly started to say.
"Oh, where are my manners?" B-127 continued, "Come on, I'll introduce you to the rest of the crew." He walked over to a sliding door and knocked on it. "Hey guys, we got company!" He slid the metal door open, revealing a small room with a table in the center. Sitting at the table were three statues set up as if they were playing cards.
Oh, this poor bot," Neon sadly thought. He had been down there for so long he made himself imaginary friends.
B-127 happily introduced them. "This is EP-508, this is A-A-Tron, and this fellow here is Steve."
"Steve?" Orion asked in confusion.
"Yeah, he's foreign," the yellow bot explained as he rested his arm on the statue's shoulder.
"Question, do they talk back to you?" A very concerned D-16 asked.
"Umm, they're not real!" B-127 laughed as he shook Steve. "Wha- geez, you think I'm that crazy?"
"No, no, it's just that you've been down here-" Orion tried explaining.
"I was talking to Steve." The yellow mech said as he pointed at the statue.
A look of dread swept over Neon's face as she groaned to herself. We're going to go crazy down here.
(Meanwhile up top)
Aurora stuck close to the shadows as she kept the tarp over her head. She still had no idea where she was going as she continued following the trail, her spark tugging towards it the entire time. She was all for following her spark, but this was ridiculous!
She soon found herself in an area with miners walking around. Being much taller than they were, she stuck out like a sore thumb. She still tried playing it cool and casually walked by them, despite a few miners looking at her questionably.
Just keep going, she told herself. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure she wasn't being followed, only for her to bump into a couple miners. "Oomph!" The tarp slipped off her head, making the miners gawk at her.
Her face exposed, Aurora frantically pulled the tarp back on and tried telling the miners to be quiet. "Shhh! Please don't say-"
"Oh my gosh, you're Aurora!" One of them shouted out of reaction.
"Shhhhh!" She tried shushing him. But it was too late as more miners soon circled around to see her. Normally Aurora enjoyed the attention but now was not the time.
Just then she noticed the two guards appearing around the corner. Needing to keep going, she began maneuvering through the crowd. "Sorry, gotta go!" she told them as she started running.
"Wait, can we get an autograph?!" A femme miner shouted.
The guards immediately noticed Aurora and gave chase. "Miss Aurora, stop!"
She didn't stop running as she tried following the trail. However, the guards were able to fly and flew over her head before landing right in front of her. She skidded to a stop and backed away from them.
"Please, don't make this difficult," one guard said as they stepped forward.
Refusing to give up, Aurora ripped off the tarp and flung it over the two. The guards shouted as the tarp covered them, blocking their sight. While they tried getting it off, Aurora took off running again and disappeared around a corner.
That was close, she thought to herself. But she knew it was only a matter of time before the guards caught up to her again. Just then she felt her spark pounding in her chest as the trail of light started going dim. Was this it? Did she reach the end?
The trail then vanished, having stopped near a garbage chute along the side of a building. Her spark wasn't pulling anymore either. She looked around in confusion. Why did the pull bring her here? Was it all for nothing? Was she only imaging things? Now she was nowhere close to finding her friends!
She snapped out of her thoughts once she heard the guards getting closer. Frantically, she looked around for a place to hide. She looked at the bot sized trash chute before a look of disgust spread across her face.
Am I really that desperate?
"Over here!" She heard a guard shout, "She must have gone this way!"
Deciding she was that desperate, she opened the hatch and peered inside. She couldn't help but gag from the smell before climbing in, having to shift her wings inward just to fit in better. Pressing her pedes and servos against the sides of the chute to hold herself in place, she carefully closed the hatch shut as she waited. She could hear the guards rushing over as they searched for her. She didn't make a sound as they got near the chute. She tried so hard not to purge her tanks from the stench as she waited for the guards to leave. She opened the hatch a smidge just to peek through the crack. She could see them still there as they talked to someone on their commlink.
Come on, leave already! she thought impatiently, it stinks in here!
However, it wasn't long before she heard a vehicle approaching. Quickly she closed the hatch and waited. But the sound didn't go away. In fact, it got closer. And closer. Too close! She shimmied further down out of worry before the hatch opened. She braced herself for whoever it was to find her. But she couldn't see anyone. Just the back of a truck.
"Alright, dump it down!" she heard a voice shout.
Next thing Aurora knew, the truck's trailer tipped back, revealing a bunch of trash spilling out towards her.
Her optics fearfully widened. "Oh no."
The garbage collided right into her, causing her to lose her grip and fall down with the rubbish.
Meanwhile, the guards looked around the area one last time before venting in frustration. "No sign of her."
"This is bad," the other said.
The two then left, unaware of what happened to the femme.
Aurora shrieked as she slid down the chute, trying to claw the sides to get a grip again. But she struggled and found herself going further and further down.
While Orion and D-16 were still listening to B-127's constant chatter, Neon was over at the door desperately trying to open it. However, she soon learned it was locked from the outside. She frowned to herself once she realized how pointless it was. Even if it wasn't locked, the shaft didn't have an elevator or anything to get them back up top. They were in a prison. She groaned to herself as she hit her forehead against the door.
"We're never getting out of here," she groaned.
B-127 glanced over at Neon before looking back at the other two. "Hey, out of curiosity, is Neon seeing anyone?" Immediately he got nervous. "Wait, she's not dating one of you, is she?"
The two mechs immediately shook their heads.
"Nope," Orion said, "just friends."
"Practically like a sister," D-16 pointed out.
B-127 vented in relief and chuckled. "Phew! Hehe, that would have been awkward. So, what kind of mechs does she go for? Stoic? Daring? Poetic?"
The two just glanced at one another before D-16 answered.
"She likes the strong silent type," the silver mech said, emphasizing the word 'silent.'
"Really?" B-127 asked as he quickly thought to himself. "Hmm, I can be the strong silent type. I mean, some bots can just keep talking and talking and talking nonstop, but not me. I can be quiet when I want to be. Won't even say a word. Not one. In fact, I remember one time with my other job..."
The two mechs just gave him a look as he continued being chatty.
Neon vented as she gave up and walked away from the door. Just then she heard something faint. Looking around in confusion, she then looked at the mechs. "Hey, do you guys hear that?"
B-127 stopped talking as he, Orion, and D-16 looked at her. With the yellow bot having gone quiet, they were able to also hear the sound as they glanced around the chamber. Whatever it was, it was getting louder and louder. It was coming from the chute. It wasn't long before they realized it was the sound of a femme screaming.
The four then jumped and shrieked in surprise as someone fell out through the chute.
"AAAAAAAAH- OOMPH!" Aurora grunted as she hit the conveyor belt and tumbled off onto the floor, sending some of the trash down with her. She painfully groaned as everything spun around her.
D-16, Orion, and Neon's optics widened in shock. "Aurora?!"
Holding her head, Aurora sat up and groaned. "That is the last time I hide in a garbage chute." She looked up to see the others staring down at her with wide optics. She was shocked at first, not expecting to see her friends right there in front of her. Her shock was soon replaced with a happy smile. "No way! I found you guys!"
D-16 immediately helped her back onto her pedes. "Are you okay?!"
She lightly chuckled. "Heh, I've been in worse situations." She looked at a piece of garbage on her shoulder and flicked it off in disgust. "Though this one is definitely the grossest." She looked at the three worryingly. "What happened? I saw that jerk take off with you guys. I had no idea where you were."
"Darkwing wasn't too thrilled about us humiliating him at the race," Orion explained.
D-16 nodded. "We were supposed to be taken to Sentinel Prime's service pod, only for Darkwing to send us down here with-"
Just then there was a high pitch squeal. Everyone looked over at B-127 who was pointing at Aurora in utter shock. He continued squealing as he gaped at her.
"This guy," D-16 finished as he pointed at the yellow bot.
Aurora tilted her head at the little bot as he continued squealing. "Umm... is he okay?"
"To be honest, we're not really sure," D-16 quietly answered.
"You're Aurora!" B-127 finally blurted out as he excitedly smiled. "You're the Aurora, the daughter of Primes! You're here! First, I make new friends, and now Aurora is standing right here in front of me! This is the greatest day of my life!"
Aurora nervously chuckled at his excitement. "Yeah, hi. Nice to meet you, uh-"
"B-127!" he said as he took her servo and continuously shook it. "But you can call me B! Or Badassatron, which is actually pronounced, Badassatroooon!"
"Um, I'm just going to call you B if that's alright," she said as she freed her servo.
"Got it! Totally cool!" he said as he gave her a thumbs up.
"I'm sorry, but if you had no idea where we were, why were you in the garbage chute?" Neon asked Aurora questionably.
"Believe me, it wasn't by choice," the flier said, "I tried telling the guards what happened to you, but they wouldn't listen, so I ran off to find you guys. When the guards almost caught up, the closest place for me to hide was the garbage chute. My plan was to climb out once they left, only for a heavy load of garbage to get dumped on me. Next thing I know, I'm sliding down the chute and found myself here." She looked around in confusion. "Where is here exactly?"
"Sublevel 50," D-16 answered.
Her optics widened in surprise. "50?! Aren't there only 40?"
"Apparently not," Orion said.
"We don't even know how to get out of here," Neon said.
Aurora looked at her in shock. "Wait, for real? We're trapped down here?!"
"Wait, you can fly up the shaft, can't you?" Orion asked optimistically.
Aurora sadly vented. "I can't. I busted my thrusters pretty bad during the race. If I try and fly before they recover, I risk permanently damaging them."
"How long will it take for you to recover?" D-16 asked.
"About two weeks."
"Two weeks?!" the silver mech exclaimed.
"Even if she could fly, the doors locked," Neon said, "We're stuck down here."
D-16 looked at Aurora. "Hey, you said the guards are looking for you," he said hopefully, "There's still a chance they could find us, right?"
Back over with his statues, B-127 happily spoke up. "More guests? Awesome! I'm sure Steve here won't mind the extra company." He said the last part as he patted Steve on the back.
Aurora looked at him questionably. "Steve?"
"He's been down here by himself for a long time," D-16 whispered to her.
Just then a garbled voice recording spoke from the statue, gaining everyone's attention.
"Haha! Classic Steve," B-127 laughed.
Orion was curious by the voice as he walked over to inspect the statue's head. "What is that?" he asked. But as he tried finding the source of the voice, he accidentally knocked Steve's head off.
B-127 was horrified to see his imaginary friend's head now laying on the table. "Steve, noooooo!"
"I am so sorry!" Orion apologized as he tried to fix it. But as he fumbled with the head, a small device popped out and turned on. Footage of an old purple mech appeared as he called for help.
"Quintesson ambush!" the bot exclaimed, "Calling the High Guard for immediate support, immediate support!"
Aurora stared at the bot in shock. "Alpha Trion."
"One of the Primes?" D-16 asked.
"Repeat, Zeta Prime has fallen!" Alpha Trion continued.
"It's an SOS message," Orion said.
Neon was shocked by their discovery. But something about Alpha Trion's voice... she never heard it before. And yet something about it was familiar. She kept her thoughts to herself as she listened to the message.
"Protect the Matrix! Sending location coordinates! Sending location coordinates!" The Prime then disappeared as a map of Cybertron appeared, revealing a set of coordinates.
"Holy Primus!" Bumblebee said as he looked at the map.
"Those are coordinates to a location on the surface," Orion said, "This could be where the Primes died in the Quintesson War." A look of hope swept over his face. "Which means this is where we could find... the Matrix of Leadership."
D-16 gave him a look. "What are you talking about? It's an old beacon inside a statue made of garbage."
"Or it's a clue of how we can find the Matrix of Leadership-"
"No, no way!" D-16 argued, "absolutely not!"
"Hey, D, come on, this could be our chance to show everyone that-"
"You already tried to show everyone in the race that you tricked Neon and I into running, which got us stuck down here in this waste hole with this..." He looked at B-127 who looked back at him, wondering what the silver mech was going to say. Not wanting to hurt his feelings, he changed his tone. "Uuuh, really cool guy."
"Ooh, thank you," B-127 said happily.
"I'm just saying-" Orion tried explaining.
"There's a reason no one goes to the surface, it's dangerous!" D-16 argued, "I'm waiting right here until Sentinel Prime finds us."
Refusing to give up, Orion decided to try reverse psychology. "Oh, okay, welp, we'll just stay here forever. That cool with you, B?"
"Forever?!" B-127 asked excitedly, "this is great! I have new coworkers and roommates! There's plenty of room now that Steve is dead. I usually sleep on the conveyor belt, but you can totally have it, I'll sleep in the corner next to A-Atron, plenty of room for you guys to stretch out since you're taller than I am, you know what I mean? Ooh, we can even set up the other side for the femmes to give them their own privacy. It'll be like we're neighbors."
The entire time the yellow bot was talking, D-16 groaned at the idea of being stuck with him in the small chamber.
"Hey, D, what do you think Sentinel's reaction will be if you personally handed him the Matrix of Leadership, you found?" Orion asked with a smirk.
"Okay, stop it," D-16 said, "I know what you're trying to do... and it's definitely working, I'm in!"
"Aha, yeah buddy!" Orion cheered. He looked at Neon. "What do you say, Nee?"
The blue and green femme was very unsure as she rubbed the back of her head. "I don't know. Are you sure we can handle something like this? Shouldn't we wait until Sentinel Prime gets back?"
"This is too important to wait," Orion told her, "Come on, Nee, we can do this."
"I don't think I'll be much help," Neon said honestly.
Feeling she too needed a push, Orion shrugged. "Well, I mean you could stay down here while we go to the surface. Someone should stay behind and make sure this garbage smelts."
Neon didn't like the idea of staying behind while her friends go on a dangerous mission. Not to mention the fact she didn't want to stay down in sub-level 50. Despite having her doubts, she vented. "Oh alright. But only to make sure you and D stay out of trouble."
"Woo! That's what I'm talking about!" Orion cheered. He then looked at Aurora. "What about you, Aurora?"
Aurora was still in total shock as she continued staring at the map, not having looked away even once. Her jaw was dropped as she processed everything that the miner said.
"Umm... Aurora?" D-16 asked worryingly.
After a while, the flier looked at the four. "Would you please excuse me for one moment." She stepped into the small room and slid the door shut. The four miners were confused as to why she sealed herself into the room. It wasn't long before they heard an ecstatic "YES!" coming from the other side of the door. After a few seconds, the magenta femme opened the door and stepped out, looking more composed.
"We must head to the surface immediately," she told them while trying to hide the excitement in her voice, "The sooner we find the matrix, the sooner energon will flow through our planet once more. I will take lead on this quest."
Neon raised her optical ridge at her. "Lead?"
"Of course! I have been training for this my whole life." Aurora explained, "I'll make sure we get to those coordinates no problem."
Neon was skeptic as she gave the daughter of Primes a look.
"Then it's settled!" Orion said excitedly, "we're going on a quest to the surface!"
Aurora smiled as she did a fist pump. "Woot! Woot!"
Neon nervously vented. "I guess we're doing this."
"How do we get to the surface?" D-16 asked B-127.
"To the surface?" the yellow mech asked as he leaned against the door frame and smirked. "Easy. I know a way... but it won't be easy."
Hearing how they were getting out, the four bots were not happy by it. Unfortunately, they had no choice.
It wasn't long before the five of them began climbing up the garbage chute. B-127 was first with Aurora second, Neon third, D-16 fourth, and Orion Pax last. The latter's pedes dangled in the air as he crawled in after the others. Though it proved to be unpleasant as trash constantly fell down on them during their climb.
"Ugh, not this again," Aurora complained.
"Gross," Neon added.
"Why is there so much trash?" D-16 asked in disgust.
"Warn me next time!" Orion said, "my mouth was open."
"Only 49 more sublevels to go!" B-127 said optimistically.
Everyone groaned.
Meanwhile back at the Medical Center, Grindor was placed in a small room with a couple security guards keeping watch on him. With the green flier detained, the medical staff waited for the authorities to come pick him up. They waited in the office until a bot walked over to notify them.
"Law enforcement has arrived," he said, "how's our guest doing?"
"It's been nice and quiet the past ten minutes," one of the staff members said.
"Let's check on him," the other said.
The two made their way down the hall before entering the room. However, once they opened the door, both stopped in their tracks and gasped. To their shock, they saw both security guards laying on the floor unconscious, their servos and pedes bound together with tape. It was just the two of them in the room.
Grindor was nowhere in sight.
And the adventure begins! For those of you wondering what song was playing when B-127 saw Neon, it was 'Careless Whisper.' Thank you to Imaginestarsines for suggesting it to me.
Thank you all for reading and hopefully I will post the next chapter soon. Until next time! God bless!