>>5690399It’s body is casked in a bronze metal. It’s jaw is on a hinge joint, on a circular head. It has a single light blue eye with its other socket being covered by a grafted on piece of metal. It’s body is a patchwork of copper sheets woven together, a cyan colored heart is visible from a glass circular window in its chest. Claw like arms on hinges are attached to its body, it’s feet are simple slabs of bronze.
“…Catti? Berdly? Why are you two here. And why is there a pimp here?” The bronze being asks, it’s heart shaped chest pulsating as it talked. It’s voice sounded as if it was coming out of a vinyl record player with all the grain that entailed.
The trio back up all a bit creep out now at the sudden knowledge this weird looking monster had.
“Do we……know you?” Catti asked with caution.
“I see, I’ve gained my first stalker, this was inevitable I suppose.” Berdly says while closing his eyes seemingly envisioning this scenario before.
“I’m wearing a suit. I’m not a pimp. I don’t make that kind of money.” Thistle says with a pout at his drip yet again being disrespected.
“This is odd, like…You two shouldn’t be here yet. But who is-“ The bot starts but stops as it suddenly holds its chest in pain. Thistle feels a relentless flare of pain begin to scorch his chest as well, as he holds it in a similar manner to the bronze one.
An utterly alien voice speaks to Thistle, one that sends a shiver down his trunk.
YOU FOUND ONE, ONE WHO KILLS TIMELINES, TAKE CARE OF THEM, IT DOESN’T MATTER HOW.
