My Masterpiece•Edluca

05 ☆ Terrorshockphobic

      ❁ཻུ۪۪ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈
        ┊I made a promise                   
        ┊To explain why              
        ┊I love you.
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        ┊ ┊
         ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

Luca's head slammed against the ground, accidently tumbling out of bed. The inventor groaned, rubbing the back of his stinging head.

Sitting himself up, his soft green gaze shifted around his messy room. The wooden floor was littered with scribbled paper, wires and tools placed against the walls in a rather organised manner. Unlike most of everyone's rooms his was boring. Unfinished, broken Inventions rested against his dark wood desk, a green board with white chalked words scribbled on its surface stared at him from a corner.

Oh, there was also a dead plant Luca forgot to water for a month on his windowsill. He didn't have the balls to get rid of it- he made a bet with Mike the plant would most definately not be dead in his forgetful care.

Well, that too and he was trying to 'revive' it with his inventions. A fun little experiment with his dead little green friend.

But there was one thing he was confused about. Well, not really one thing but it is what it is.

How did he get into his room? He remembered hitting the dungeons cold metal floor and passing out, but he wasn't aware people carried you out after being knocked out cold.

Maybe someone knew what happened? And was Edgar alright? Maybe he should find the paint man. He needed to apologise for getting terrorshocked at his feet.

Exiting his rook after checking himself, he locked the door behind himself. The hallway was long, doors dancing diwn the crimson hallways. Between the doors were either plants or statues created by Galatea as gifts. She was good at sculpting. But it was kinda scary hearing her talk to the sculptors at 3am in the morning, especially if a statue is directly next to your door. That rarely happened- maybe once a month. Outside of the games, the survivors and hunters were able to freely talk to eachother and visit.

Edgar often visited Galatea and Robbie, the painter always helped Robbie draw and discussed art with the sculptor. He could tell both of them got along.

Luca liked to visit Burke and Bonbon. Burke was usually friendly, but he was a great inventor. Bonbon was created by Burke, so the penguin bot was quite interesting. The robot was actually quite nice, which sometimes ticked Burke off. Was Bonbon created to be mean? Luca couldn't imagine it.

The fact alone at someone was able to create a robot that was able to have feelings was amazing! Luca wanted to learn more, maybe it'll help him improve with his own connections.

Moving further down the hallway, Luca eventually found the prospector himself, Norton Campbell.

"Hey NortNort!" Luca exclaimed, giving the black-haired male a large grin.

Norton turned around at the familiar nickname, his tired, dull stare watching Luca energetically wave his hands around the air.

"Two questions! Do you know what happened when I got into the dungeon?" Luca hummed, crossing his arms against his chest.

"..And the second..?" Norton questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Where is the artist of the manor, Edgar Valden himself?" Luca finished.

Hopefully not in his room. Then he wouldn't never be able to apologise. Edgar was known to go days alone in his room. Maybe it was forced habit? But Edgar always looked slightly strange when exiting his room. Maybe a little paler? Lack of food and water can definitely do that. But Luca felt like there was more at play. But he was probably wrong.