>>5690400Thistle hold’s his chest, feeling his heart momentarily beat off rhythm for a moment.
The bronze one does the same, their cyan heart shaped chest glitching a bit, as they seemingly recover from a similar incident of pain.
“W-what….what did you do to me? What are you?” It looked at the suited individual with its one good eye now a pinprick as shutters circle around the eye. Thistle is still on his knees, recovering front her brute of pain.
“Thistle you okay? Did you get heart burn or something?” Catti says concerned that her fiend suddenly kneeled over in pain.
“Maybe eating all those sweets has come back for you?” Berdly adds in knowing the trees eating habits. Both friends help Thistle stand back up.
The bot seemed mildly upset as this course of action for some reason.
“Y-you two are going off script, I’ll just have to reset this.” It says with a mechanical sigh.
As they say this they just kinda stand there for a solid 30 seconds unmoving.
“Is he dead?” Catti asks before the machine comes back to life, suddenly frantic.
“What did you do!? Why can’t I go back!? T-this is your fault!” It yells suddenly pointing at the woodling.
“I just got here, what did I do?” Thistle asks in confusion.
A large gear nearly clocks itself against his noggin. Both Catti and Berdly spring into action, brandishing their weapons.
“What’s your deal?” Catti asks her tone venomous and cold.
“Ah, so your not a stalker, just some low IQ thug.” Berdly says with a grimace.
“Stop it! Your not supposed to be here! He’s not meant to exist! What’s happening to my world!?” It yells, seemingly in the middle of a mental breakdown.
The machine seems to be confused and scared, but it either way it seems a fight is inevitable.
Berdly and Catti are brandishing their weapons, you follow their lead. Time for a battle.
“What action will you choose?”
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>Fight.>Act>Item>Mercy>Defend 