Frost followed Ericas direction and ended up in the gym. He noticed two foxes fighting each other in the fighting ring. He recognised the fox, using the wooden pole staff to fight with, as Mary. The other one with the plastic brass knuckles must be Sandra. They're using the wood and plastic weapons to train with so that they won't hurt each other, too badly.
Frost decided not to intervene with their match and headed straight to the showers. He entered and went to the bench to put his hoodie down. He then realised that he didn't have a towel or clean clothes. He sighed as he desperately needed a shower. He can always make a stop at his home to get some clean clothes, before heading to his house. The towel on the other hand would be a problem. He spotted a lone towel and decided to just use that one. Hopefully who's towel this is, won't mind too much. If they do, he could always replace it.
Frost took off his clothes before getting into the shower and turning on the water. Even if he didn't have soap, the water would wash off most of his sweat and hopefully most of the smell as well. He hummed a tune as he let the water flow all over him before turning off the water once he was done. He pressed out most of the water from his hair and got ready to get out.
The door to the shower room opened and closed. Footsteps and voices began to fill the room. Frost stopped and held his breath as he recognised Erica, Rita, Mary and Sandra's voices.
"Have you guys seen Frost yet?" Sandra asked as she started to strip.
"Yeah. I showed him his new wheels I'm working on." Rita stated as he took off his jacket and shirt.
"Oh. So he is here?" Mary asked as she picked up her towel, the one Frost was going to use.
"Yip. I had a bit of a race with him. He should've been here. Haven't you two saw him?" Erica asked as she sets down her pile of clothes.
"Not at all. He didn't pass us, did he?" Mary asked as she stripped.
"Nope. He didn't." Sandra replied as she got in a shower.
"He probably got lost." Rita suggested as he turned on the water.
They all agreed as they each started to shower. They chatted happily while washing. Frost thanked his lucky stars that none of them climbed into the shower he was in. He softly pulled his shower curtain aside and stepped out silently. He sneakily picked up his clothes before heading to the exit. He nearly fell as Sandra stuck out her hand to pick up her shampoo. Frost held back a sigh of relief, thankful that she didnt look out and that he didn't see anything. He pressed forward and made it out the showers with no more hassle.
Frost finally let out a sigh, before realizing that he was still naked. He quickly slipped on his pants over his wet body. He thought that it will probably be best to find Jessica or Tina, maybe even Monica to get him a towel and some pants.
Frost tried to remember where the rooms to hopefully get a towel to dry himself with. He left through the door that he came in with before taking a right down the hallway. As he turned the corner, he bumped into a solid figure. He slowly looked up at the furry, well robot, he didn't recognised.
"Intruder alert." The robot shark said as her eyes turned red.
Frost didn't stay to explain who he was or what he was doing here. He started to run down the hallway. The robot started to chase him, closing the gap between them quickly. She grabbed him by the back of his neck, before throwing him through a door.
Monica shot up from her bed as she heard the crashing of a door. She puts on her jacket, before putting on her boots and picking up her heavy duty sword. She rushed out of room and rushed into the direction of the noise.
Frost groaned in pain as he stood up slowly and looked around him, before realizing that he was in the weaponry room. He picked up a double-handed axe as the robot stepped through the door. She noticed him taking the weapon before picking up two red swords that were laying in front of her. She took a fighting stand as soon as he did.
Frost knew that she can easily overpower, outrun, react faster and outsmart him. He had no odds in his favour, but he wasn't raised as a quitter. He patiently waited for her to make the first move. Apparently she had the same idea as him. They were slowly circling each other. Frost beginning to grow dizzy from this circling, so he shook his head. Surprisingly, she attacked at that very moment.
Frost blocked a downwards strike from the shark, before jumping out of the way as she tried to stab him with the other sword. He then attacked with a swing, which she dodged. However, she didn't take into account that the blade was a diversion as she got smacked in the face with the hilt of the axe like a club. She quickly moved back a safe distance, before regaining her posture.
"You're a worthy opponent." The robot said.
"Thank you." Frost said as he caught his breath.
"I will enjoy destroying you then." She replied as she charged at him.
"No thank you." He said as he dodged out of the way.
"I'm afraid that you don't have a choice." She said as she stopped as she took a double slash at him.
"You always have a choice." Frost replied as he spun around to block her double slash.
Frost decided to take a chance and throw his body at her. He made sure to trap their weapons between their bodies, making them useless. She looked at his face, before suddenly face-slamming him. Her metallic head was a lot harder than his fleshy head, making him drop to the ground. He groaned in pain as she pointed her sword at his chest.
"Any last words?" She asked as she pulled the sword back, in order to have the most power a stab.
"ZERO, HALT!" Monica shouted from the top of her lungs after she came in the room and realized what was happening.
The robot shark, named Zero, stopped and looked at Monica in confusion. After giving Zero a brief explanation, Monica picked Frost up and took him to the medbay. Zero stayed behind and started cleaning up the mess, while processing what just happened.
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The Boy in a World of Furries (Editing And Rewriting)
FantasyThe boy was frozen for 100 years, thus for surviving extinction of mankind. Being military trained since the age of 9 and having a curse or gift as some would say, he faces new problems when he's the last of his kind. With old friends, as well as n...