Beeps and Buzzes

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High pitched screeching acted as your alarm clock, as did a strong metallic tang to the air. Shakey fingers came up to swipe your cheek, trailing across to the cupids bow finding a shallow cut just below your nostrils.

Regaining some sense of self as your immediate environment grew increasingly unsettling. Untangling yourself up from your awkward corkscrew position, groping blindly for a door handle or just some way of getting out.

Scrambling to get it open, obviously, a whole ass buzz saw split the entire vehicle in two before you could jump ship. Sparks flying everywhere! Screams competing against grinding metal! Car alarm blaring one final time as everything once again went lopsided!

How the fuck were you still alive.

Oh no you weren't complaining! More than greatful to not be bleeding profusely, only slightly battered from what could've been a hundred foot drop within a metal container.

You just honestly... Couldn't believe anyone survived such an ordeal. Yet here everyone was. Alive. Traumatised, but alive.

Speaking of; recovering enough to father your barings, clinging onto somebodies arm, none too proud to admit how loud you screamed upon seeing two ghastly eyes looming above your head.

Delightful.

Red was it's eyes, vile was it's manners; Spittle hanging off pointed teeth, sneering and snarling taking great pleasure in your collective distress. Despite lacking all qualities of an angel or indeed saint, a pair of metal wings juyted out from its spine making this robots rotund stature all that wider.

Jeering towards Sam who'd been first to stand up, face stuck in a weird perpetual glower, bowed down on all fours akin to some kind of robust metal guard dog with rabies.

Should've taken that apprenticeship in Chicago, a place that presumably lacked maniacal killer robots. If only the commute wasn't shit --

Regrets could come later.

Facing this absolute mess of first contact with a sentient extraterrestrial race, mouth gaping near identical to a simple minded goldfish as meanwhile everyone else seemed marginally more coherent.

Leo is a desensitised lunatic. Sam had multiple problems. Mikaela was dating Sam, so clearly she was trained to deal with this.

You? None of that. Just a metal toolbox. Might throw it as a distraction. Might not. Depends how things played out.

Rising up from nowhere, bathed in mottled silver and a face only a mother could love (if she were blind), sporting identical red eyes to their companion... Another threat arrived on scene.

"c'mere, boy"

Impressive English. Impressive voice, too. Brooding, kind of like Batman if Batman had Laryngitis.

Seeing as how Sam and this creature were on first name basis, you deduced that both had a history. Poor history, that is. Weren't exactly sure how all that happened, nor if there'd be enough time to live through an explanation.

But.

But! Sam had, previously, comes out of this unscathed. Perhaps despite all his nothingness, he may have some type of escape plan brewing! It was genius! Had he been acting so flighty to deflect suspicion?

If so, incredible!

"That's right... you remember me, don't you"

"I did as you said, okay, just don't hurt us -"

Just... Just had to give a benefit of a doubt here. Trust whatever process was going on. Genius needed time after all.

In gaslighting yourself so spectacularly, whatever tension your face held eased. Just enough to appear outwardly untroubled, belaying your inner turmoil.