In This Together (Sprunki)

2. I promise

Powering on.

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Loud ringing begins to fill the air, blaring throughout the forest. Fun Bot's screen is blocked by a large pop up window, indicating that the timer has finally gone off. They bring their arm up to their face and put an end to the alarm. They don't remember it being so excruciatingly noisy, but it's also been forever since they've last used that feature of theirs.

There's no way that the robot didn't wake Brud up, they'll have to apologize to him for that. They look down at their own body expecting the other to be clung on to them, but nothing is here. No one is there to be specific.

Brud is gone.

They blink in disbelief, where could he have possibly ran off to? Did he willingly leave them or did Wenda follow the trail they left? Shit. They begin to panic, frantically looking around before getting up on both feet. They search for any sign of Brud, maybe the feline took him back to the city where she came from?

If she did kidnap him, that is. It wouldn't be out of character for her, but at the same time, Fun Bot didn't actually get to see her chase them here, there's still the possibility that she stayed behind. It wouldn't hurt to wonder a few steps towards the path they originally entered the forest from. 

It's only been a minute since they've started walking, but as the time passes on their worry continues to increase. They cup their hands around their mouth and begin to shout, calling out for the creature's name. The gesture doesn't help with their volume, it just makes them feel more human, so they have to manually increase their tone themselves. 

"Brud!? Bruuuuddd?

Selfish. Fun Bot is selfish. They should've stayed "awake" and kept watch over the other, they knew better. They were aware of the probability of Wenda returning, but took their chances anyways. And now due to their foolish actions, the only person left alive that was willing to talk to them: is gone. Great. It can't be too late to find their friend, can it?

What could she want from him anyways, it's been months since a death has occurred. Everyone that remained after the events were just... Left alone. Like the perpetrators had got bored of killing or something, if you're going to wipe out majority of the population why not finish off the rest?

Their pessimistic thoughts are interrupted by a noise, their antennae twitching in an attempt to pick up the source better. Giggling? They stop in their tracks before redirecting themselves, heading in the direction they heard it from. Could it be him?

The route leads them to a large cardboard box, engulfed by shade from the towering trees. It appears to be closed, and it honestly looks big enough to fit a human inside of it. If they had to guess, it likely incased a refrigerator before it ended up here all worn and tattered. They begin to approach the package, cautious with their steps.

What if Wenda jumps out and tackles them, like she's playing some sort of game with them? It'd scare the ever-living shit out of them, they'd die out of fear if they could. They were programmed to feel fright, maybe a little too much of it. Poor thing could never handle horror movies. They reach towards the top flap of the crate, shutting their eyes in suspense.

"Boo!"

"GAAAAAAAHH!"

A high-pitched electronic squeal exerts from their speakers, the sudden movement causing them to stumble and fall over on their behind. They were correct, someone would jump out, just not who they were expecting. However, this outcome is definitely more preferable. They slowly open their eyes, the fearful expression on their visor quickly fading away once they realize who's sitting in front of them.