☆▪︎𝕍𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕟𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕠𝕟▪︎☆

☆▪︎ Chapter 6 ▪︎☆

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Her active brain buzzed and overflowed with ideas. Her body may have been tired, but she could not prevent the creation of beauty.

Mobi sat on the floor in her garage tweeking and adjusting her launching machine. This functioning piece of art was going to take her to space.
It had to. It was the only way

She sat up and admired the progress she had made on the machine. She smiled as she felt the sleep depreciation catch up to her.
Mobi yawned and continued her work.

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Mobi sat with Vivienne on a blanket. They were observing the beauty of space from their little picnic spot on a floating rock.
Vivienne sat next to her and leaned against the tree behind them. There was no danger in sight, just how Mobi wanted it.
She sighed. This was perfect

Mobi wrapped her arms around Vivienne and closed her eyes. She inhaled her sweet scent and imagined their life together.

"Hey," Vivienne said in a unusually deep voice.

She looked up at her love.

"W-"

"Hey dumbass!!" Menace yelled shaking her awake. Mobi gazed up at him rubbing her eyes. She was slumped over the machine with screws still gripped in her hand.

"What the hell are you doing??" He spit at her.

"Oh... did I fall asleep?"

"Yes!! There's a new shop downtown with good stuff. Brax asked me to ask you if you wanted to come rob it. Don't know why he didn't just ask you himself."

Mobi stood up and reached to the wall to regain her balance. She rubbed her eyes and said,

"Yeah sure, why not? I need to get out anyways."

"Well pack your shit and grab your mask cus' we're leaving soon."

Mobi ran into the house to collect her active theft equipment. She loved the thrill of robbery. It gravely satisfied her craving for action.
She thew everything into a drawbag and rushed outside to the front of the house to accompany her brothers.

She froze as soon as she saw Butch.

"Why is he here?" She mumbled through gritted teeth.

"Oh shut you trap bunny! He's here to fucking help and you're over he-"

"Menace, stop," Brax said stepping in.

Menace rolled his eyes and nudged Butch.

"Com'on, lets get going."

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The four crouched down behind the rubble of a collapse building.

"Theres the shop," Menace whispered pointing at the small booth. It looked to be run by a gang of raccoons. They all wore vibrant red scarves and large chunky boots.