Tommy was regretting not paying closer attention to the brief emergency training.
He was staring at a dead screen on the front of an ordering cabinet. The kitchen was designed to be fully automated. The only downside? The food was inaccessible when the power was out.
Unfortunately, a crash is in fact something that knocks out power.
Tommy was tempted to enter what a worker at the orphanage (he didn't care enough to remember their name) had called his 'gremlin mode'. The main thing stopping him was him noticing a gap in the cabinet that he might be able to pry open. He was a strong, big man after all.
He slipped his fingers into the crack and pulled with all his strength. Unfortunately, the carefully crafted space craft seemed to be a bit stronger than the lanky teenager.
This, of course, didn't stop the boy from trying. Trying so hard, in fact, that he didn't hear the slow footsteps approaching the room.
Tommy slipped and fell down from the force he was using, landing on his behind.
"Fuck-!" Tommy exclaimed.
No longer focused on the cabinet, not distracted enough to not hear the quiet taps of feet enter the room.
He whipped around, "WHO'S THERE?"
He swore he saw the air ripple but it was too dark to be sure.
"I-I HEARD YO-YOU! STOP HIDING AN-AND FACE ME BITCH!" Tommy couldn't keep his voice from trembling.
Nothing responded but he couldn't shake the feeling of eyes on him.
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Wilbur was fascinated.
They were small, significantly shorter than him or Techno.
Their appearance seemed incredibly similar to an elytrian, minus the feathers and wings. The creature resembled an adolescent elytrian the closest. He could probably assume they were still somewhere in the stages of childhood.
A surprised shout from them snaps him out of his thinking. Wilbur had luckily already gone camouflage, so this meant they probably had relatively sharp hearing.
Of course, Wilbur couldn't understand their language, but the creature's voice and vocal range was remarkably similar to the few young elytrian he had interacted with.
Wilbur recognized the panicked expression on their face and he couldn't help but be confused.
Hadn't the kid only heard his footsteps? Surely there was someone else from his crew walking around. Why was he so panicked? Surely they wouldn't send a single person crew of a child no less. That is, assuming he was right with his guess that the figure in front of him was a child.
But still, who in their right mind would send a single person crew on this obviously multifamily residential space craft.
A sudden realization came to his mind.
Surely not...
Though it's not necessarily uncommon in crashes.
But this kid being the only one...
Surely this kid isn't the only survivor.
No, no, Wilbur wouldn't jump to conclusions. During his thinking, Wilbur noticed they had, albeit warily, gone back to trying to pry open something in the wall. His curiosity got the better of him and, ignoring the slight nausea it caused, he phased his head through the wall. He carefully avoided the child and caught a glimpse of what was inside.
Large amounts of what he assumed was food. Wilbur retracted his head from the wall, looking back at the creature. His stomach twisted as he realized how desperately the kid was trying to get the compartment.
They didn't put all of their food in there, right?
It was obviously mechanized, which meant it might be completely inaccessible without power, which this wreck obviously didn't have.
That wasn't the only food on the ship...
Right?
He shook his head. Even if it was, his crew and him were here. They could help. He almost deactivated his camouflage but stopped. The poor kid had been terrified by the simple sound of his footsteps. Wilbur didn't want to scare him more.
Phil would be a better choice, he looked much similar. Hopefully that would be enough to keep this kid from completely panicking.
Wilbur stepped out of the room carefully, being as quiet as possible, before getting back to his friends as fast as he could as soon as he was out of hearing range.
Hopefully Phil wouldn't be too upset with him.
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Tommy felt himself shaking as he wrenched on the cabinet, growing more and more hopeless.
Those hadn't been footsteps.
They were just metal shifting. Nothing was there.
His body shook nearly uncontrollably. What lived on this planet? Could it kill him?
Would it kill him?
There was something in the ship.
He couldn't access the only food he knew about on the ship.
He was screwed.
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