Unhealed Wounds

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I've been seen, this is not ideal. They will try to find me. And that man, I recognise him... Sven mentioned him once. What's his name? Mumbo? He didn't agree though: to make a prison for me. Why? It doesn't matter now, I need to get away from here. I'm not safe.
I'm not safe anywhere.

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Her thoughts were cut off by the sound of an alarm, all too familiar. Bells ringing in her ears. Then she realised that she had come to a halt in an open-plan base intricately decorated with wooden carvings. It had a similar theme to the connected base that he had just been spotted in.

It had more greenery though, much more life than the 12 lonely pieces of bamboo in a singular chest that he had found while searching around in the previous base. That being the only plant life there. This base, however, had bushes growing up the walls and many sections that extended out from the central area.

One of the rooms was more of an indent really and it was decorated as if it were a portion of the jungle outside
in a three by three area. Ivory would have thought of this as an amazing piece of building if it were not for the bird.

A bright, blue bird with a name tag of Prof. Beak was hanging from the pole in the centre.
Ivory didn't realise she was crying until she heard footsteps entering the base through the hole that was the entrance. There were hinges on the walls but the doors were missing.

Ivory quickly got up and ran towards one of the protruding rooms where she hid behind what seemed like a super smelter.

The figure looked shadowy from where Ivory was looking through the hoppers of the super smelter.
From what she could make out, it was a full grown man wearing a red sweater and grey bottoms with a  waffle-like hair cut and wings spread out on his back.

He was kind of short and had a big smile on his face as dumped all kinds of  minerals into a chest.

Ivory snuck into the corner of the room she was hiding in as the person walked closer to where she was hiding.

It was too late to exit the room when the figure entered it.

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