Legends Universe: End Of Time (draft one ARCHIVE)

Six - Time (Alan Walker Remix)

Six - Time (Alan Walker Remix)

"K?" "K!" Alan Walker calls. He finds K-391 unconscious, amongst the rubble. He falls to his knees and shakes him.
K-391 stirs. "Wha..?"
Alan Walker sighs in relief. "Are you insane? What was that!"
K-391 sits up quickly. "They took Ahrix!"
"K..." Alan Walker says.
K-391 cuts him off. "We have to get him back!"
"K." Alan Walker says, a bit more urgently this time.
K-391 shoots to his feet. "We have to go, we have to-"
"K-391!" Alan Walker interjects, enunciating the syllables. "Look around you. When you destroyed the airship, it fell on the city. If you want to do anything, you have to stop being so impulsive! You're not going to solve any problem this way."
K-391 sighs. "You're right. Is everyone ok?"
"Hopefully they did the sensible thing and ran." Alan Walker says, looking mournfully at the ruins.
"But we have to help Ahrix," K-391 continues.
"We can. And we will." Alan Walker replies. "But we need help. We can't storm a NCS fortress by ourselves."
"You did." K-391 points out, digging around in his pocket.
Alan Walker sighs."That was getting out from the inside. Getting in from the outside is a lot harder. They have Heavy security, a confusing interior design that gives you no sense of direction, And judging from the way you just handled that situation, we wouldn't last five minutes! And-"
K-391 cut him off, evidently not listening. "Oh hey, my gum survived!" He pulled the rapper out of his pocket. He blows a bubble that pops in Alan Walker's face.
Alan Walker groans. "We're all gonna die."

And so they were off! For almost five months they traveled west, stopping in cities and asking around.  But funnily enough, no one wanted to join in on what seemed to be  suicide mission.

Later, while navigating through a forest, the two had a debate on their location.
"I'm gonna say it."
"Don't you dare."
"We both know it."
"We are not."
"We are."
"We are n-" Alan Walker sighs. "Fine. We're lost."
"Aww, I wanted to say it!" K-391 mock pouts.
Alan Walker facepalmed. "So." Alan Walker states. He takes a gray metallic object in the shape of his symbol out of his backpack, and his phone out of his front pocket. He tosses the object into the air, and it transforms into a drone.
"Cool, Walkerbots!" K-391 says.
"They're not called Walkerbots!"
"Wal-ker-bots." K-391 insists.
"Whatever."
After five minutes of remotely controlling the drone (Walkerbot?) Alan Walker sighs.
"Nothing. Can you see if you can hear anything, K?"
"Only if you shut up." K-391 retorted good-naturedly. K-391 rapidly adjusts his headphones.
"No, no... No." He scanned so many different locations. All over and beyond the forest, the next couple biomes over, everything. He ran into a bird. It cawed. "What!? No! No.. Wait... Yes!" He found what he was looking for. He points. "There is something Very loud and Very musical that way!"
"Good enough for me!" Alan Walker agrees, turning to send his Walkerbot out again.
A couple hours later they arrived at a coastal City. K-391 had been right. It was very loud and very musical. Melitopia. (Mel-ih-toe-pia) The coastal city popstar capital of the world.