Life of a wubbox

[Chapter seven]: Hi mom! HELP.

VoidRiceCakes
Hey, second author here. It seems as if Advice got her hands on another puzzle set. So probably expect a little delay.

K. Thx.

-Void

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Wubbox's POV

Bzzzzzt.... Bzzzt... bzzzzzt....

Those were the sounds of the echos after I zapped him. Plixie was laying on the floor, stunned.

I think YOU should shut up. Was what I thought.

Standing there, I admired my work with a stupid grin plastered on my face. Beautiful.

Sparks were still flying, but he was practically unscorched. Grabbing firmly onto his shoulder really did help with how powerful the current of electricity would be. But surprisingly even against a few gigawatts, he looked fine.

(He was not fine) 

I looked up and sighed for reasons unknown. Maybe I should have cut the amount of power I used in half, it's slightly exhausting... oh? What's this?

"They're really taking their time huh?"

"The temple map says they're together... oh don't worry about it."

I heard faint voices coming down the hall. It seems like we are nearby to the gathering point of the other celestials. And based on that singular sentence. They have a thingy that could track our whereabouts. Huh.

Abandoning the plasma celestial, I approached the voices and nearly walked past this wide open archway to my left. As the rest of the doors in the hallway, it's as fancy as it could be. Looking in, 8 of the 12 celestials were hanging out and preparing the table.

"Wubbox!" My creator was the first to spot me, breaking away from her group, she approached me with light footsteps. I waved at her with a smile, and walked towards her.

"How was your sleep?" She asked.

I tried to say good, but my words snagged again. The sound unable to escape through my mouth. So doing the motion where I have my hands mimic a beak and shaking it side to side. I stuck my thumb up. Pointing towards the roof.

It was a slight bummer that my words stop coming at random times, but at least I can somewhat communicate.

Her soft gaze suddenly warped into one of slight worry. The air around us suddenly turned solemn.

"Can't you talk?" She murmured. Grabbing onto my wrists and holding my gaze at eye level.

I can! But it isn't coming out right now... In reply, I shook my head no.

"Did I do something wrong when it came to programming speech capabilities?" She whispered to herself.  I shook my head no again, trying to reassure her I'm fine. And nothing felt off. Maybe it'll wear out soon enough.

I shrugged it off and pointed towards Hornacle. Who was on his own setting down some small metal shovels down on the table. Him alone contrast to the two small groups of 3, and us two. Looking at Galvana, my gazed asked if I could go say Hi to him.

She pondered a little before shrugging and nodding. Verifying my request. And instantly, I was off.

I quickly strutted my way over to Hornacle and raised my hand in greeting with a smile. He lifted his head to face me and smiled back. "Ahoy ma-"