we just keep on trying | Glowfic Constellation

The eye seems like a good place to start. She's only got fists, but she can make do.

we_do_what_we_must

Very hardy thing, that. "Aaaaahhh stop it stop it stop it I'll do anything stop it!"

my-blade-is-sharp

"I don't want anything from you."

we_do_what_we_must

"How are you gonna open the doors without me!"

my-blade-is-sharp

"I don't give a shit."

Maybe she can pull some of the casing off.

we_do_what_we_must

Very resistant. "You won't have food! You won't get up! You'll be trapped!"

my-blade-is-sharp

"Android, dipshit. I don't eat."

Gah, this is fucking annoying. Maybe snap one of the handle things?

we_do_what_we_must

She can maaaaybe bend it? "Please stop just let me go I won't bother you anymore just aaaaaaaaahhh!"

my-blade-is-sharp

Fuck it. Whatever. Punt it back through the wall.

we_do_what_we_must

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhh"

my-blade-is-sharp

Hopefully it won't show up again.

we_do_what_we_must

She doesn't hear it reach the ground so it's presumably got a long way to go still.

my-blade-is-sharp

Rrrright. Moving on.

we_do_what_we_must

There is a room filled with debris and a podium that's emitting sparks. The door is on a too-high-to-reach level of the chamber with no apparent ways to get there.

my-blade-is-sharp

What's on the podium?

we_do_what_we_must

Nothing. It's shaped like it should probably hold a gun of some sort, maybe? With what the eye thing said, it's not unlikely, anyway.

my-blade-is-sharp

Anything else around?

we_do_what_we_must

Dirt. Plants. Debris.

my-blade-is-sharp

Yeah, figures. Maybe the gun got knocked off and covered up. She looks around.

we_do_what_we_must

No she doesn't—as soon as she steps into the part of the chamber with the podium it crumbles beneath her feet and she starts falling.

my-blade-is-sharp

Oh for fuck's sake.

we_do_what_we_must

She falls for a couple of seconds before reaching an area where the ground is covered in water. There are pipes running this way and that, and a way forward over there.

my-blade-is-sharp

She straightens up, and pushes on.

we_do_what_we_must

She can see a bunch of drawings on stone panels propped up against the walls—people in white coats, a machine, a woman in an orange jumpsuit, cake, a cube with hearts on it—as well as a bunch of metal panels propped on each other leading to a device that looks like it could reasonably be called a gun. There's also an orange moving sourceless light thing on a wall farther ahead.

my-blade-is-sharp