"Does what our owner shouted when she left us in here not bother you?" Astley questioned the blue and red robot. "I mean leaving us with a spoof Celine Dion thing isn't exactly willing us to survive this thing."
The scribble spartan shook his head, not waiting for any sort of response from the mute machine. "Sometimes I don't trust our keeper, and that isn't just because she hid me from my parents once." He sighed with a frown and continued on. "Well I'm taking the bedazzled staircase, how about you?"
Pepsi Convoy looked down on the kit and made himself frown as much as possible. He didn't want to be here at all and could only convey that through motions so mountain dew be dammed, he tried his best. He gesticulated a form of response only hoping that the usually drugged kit would understand.
"So you really don't want to be here... you're scared of ghosts..... and you want to travel with me?" Astley questionably translated the robot's movements. "That's it? Well okay then at least I won't die of thirst. You can come down the stairs with me." Was all the kit said before he dissipated into the abyss of the staircase without any warning.
Pepsi started whimpering since he was left alone by the only person he knew here already and sat down to wait. A growl sounded from behind him and he turned, only to find a necromorph. He screamed and I assure you if it was audible, it would have sounded girlier than barbie. A new skip in his step and he tumbled down the stairs after Astley.
A sudden weight hit Astley and he was glad his armor could keep him from being crushed to death by anything that weighed less than a tank. He looked up at what had hit him and sure enough it was the soft drink summoning robot. The small little spartan wriggled out from beneath Pepsi who stood up moment afterward.
"Dija trip?"
He received a violent head-shake in response as the machine pantomimed a story.
"So something scary was there and you ran and fell down the stairs?"
Pepsi nodded vehemently.
"Well fine, I won't go off without you. You'd think being once a powerful giant robot would instill you with more nerves." Astley shook his head in a oh-my-such-a-pitiful-person-you-are sort of fashion. They had descended the staircase and glanced about for which way to go next.
The scribble spartan shook his head, not waiting for any sort of response from the mute machine. "Sometimes I don't trust our keeper, and that isn't just because she hid me from my parents once." He sighed with a frown and continued on. "Well I'm taking the bedazzled staircase, how about you?"
Pepsi Convoy looked down on the kit and made himself frown as much as possible. He didn't want to be here at all and could only convey that through motions so mountain dew be dammed, he tried his best. He gesticulated a form of response only hoping that the usually drugged kit would understand.
"So you really don't want to be here... you're scared of ghosts..... and you want to travel with me?" Astley questionably translated the robot's movements. "That's it? Well okay then at least I won't die of thirst. You can come down the stairs with me." Was all the kit said before he dissipated into the abyss of the staircase without any warning.
Pepsi started whimpering since he was left alone by the only person he knew here already and sat down to wait. A growl sounded from behind him and he turned, only to find a necromorph. He screamed and I assure you if it was audible, it would have sounded girlier than barbie. A new skip in his step and he tumbled down the stairs after Astley.
A sudden weight hit Astley and he was glad his armor could keep him from being crushed to death by anything that weighed less than a tank. He looked up at what had hit him and sure enough it was the soft drink summoning robot. The small little spartan wriggled out from beneath Pepsi who stood up moment afterward.
"Dija trip?"
He received a violent head-shake in response as the machine pantomimed a story.
"So something scary was there and you ran and fell down the stairs?"
Pepsi nodded vehemently.
"Well fine, I won't go off without you. You'd think being once a powerful giant robot would instill you with more nerves." Astley shook his head in a oh-my-such-a-pitiful-person-you-are sort of fashion. They had descended the staircase and glanced about for which way to go next.
