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Whumptober Day 12 - Shivering

The caverns of Gemory cave were cold. Especially so in the winter. MePhone often found himself bundled up in one of the many show jackets he made that none of the contestants ever bothered wearing-- incredibly ungrateful of them, but... That wasn't the point.

Today though, even with the jacket, it was freezing cold. And that was saying a lot coming from MePhone. He was a robot for the Gods sakes! He didn't often get bothered by temperature, unless it was really hot outside. He figured cold weather would be fine, but with how much his hands were trembling even stuffed in his pockets as he paced, he was clearly being proven a fool by mother nature herself. Ugh.

It just sucked, because he was trying to get things done, but he just couldn't focus with the weather. His thoughts and movements, even though he was pacing to try to keep his brain steady, were so slow. Honestly, he was lucky it couldn't physically snow inside the cave. At least, with how far he was down in it for privacy-- but he was sure it was littered with icicles by now. Not his problem though. He just had to focus long enough to get back on track, and get what he was doing done with.

He stopped pacing, a thought stopping him in his tracks as he realized he wasn't even sure what he had been working on before getting distracted. Another problem as he looked up to the whiteboard he had set up a long time ago, all sorts of scribbles and words covering it. He squinted as he stepped over to it, his movements slow, almost stalled as he just took a solid five minutes to stare, not really processing anything that was on it.

So... Maybe he wasn't going to be getting anything done with the temperature. He shuddered, letting out a breath. He was sure if his face wasn't just a screen, he would've been able to see it in the air, but that wasn't how it worked.

MePhone stood in front of the whiteboard for a while, just slightly swaying on his face, and blinking slowly, before stepping away, and taking a few hard blinks. So he couldn't really focus right now. Not on whatever he had been doing at least, his brain just fixating on how cold it was now. How his entire body was trembling due to the absolutely miserable the cold was. Even with a jacket on. Maybe he outta get out of here, just shaking out his arms a bit to give himself some idle stimulation, before his gaze slowly moved to look in the direction out of the cave.

Times like these, he regretted declining any offer he was given to stick around the hotel. He could be safe and fine and warm in a hotel room, and even if everyone else was there too, he'd have the privacy of a room still. But he didn't really want to burden any of them, least of all OJ. He knew the ginger had been through enough because of him, and he was already so busy still, so... He would make himself one less problem. At least, he usually would. Not that he was going to go try to stay in a room, he'd probably crash on the couch in the lobby until it got a little warmer, if he even got there.

He blinked at that thought, unintentionally freaking himself out as he started to move, just so endlessly frustrated by how slow his movements felt. He wanted to speed walk out of here, and make it over as soon as possible, but his body just didn't seem to be working all too well right now. He was at least going a little faster than just regular walking, but it still felt slow.

He let out a huff again as he pulled the hood on the jacket over his head, and then once again stuffing his hands in the pocket of it as he walked, just trying to focus on getting out of here, and to somewhere warm.

If his processing power wasn't so limited, he would've been smart for generating a heavier coat, or blanket or something, but the thought really just didn't cross his mind.

He was fully shivering as he made his way through the cave. Even as the daylight of the outside of the cave was becoming more noticeable, it still felt so far away, and he was only growing more frustrated because it just constantly felt like his movements were getting slower and slower.