YES IT IS CRINGE SO SUE ME
K-391's headphones were not completely fixed, and when the two teleported into the file storage room, K-391 fell to the floor, clutching his chest. Blood started to seep out from under his hand at an alarming rate. All the others started panicking. Alan Walker propped him up against a wall and TFR examined the wound. It was hard to tell exactly, but TFR said a chunk of flesh had been accidentally removed from K-391's side.
"He's going to lose a lot of blood if we don't do something," Laura Brehm reported.
"Why didn't his shields protect him?" Ava Max asked.
"There's a whole host of reasons why, but that's not relevant to the current problem," TFR responded shortly. "I've been developing an artist healing method, but there's no time!"
TFR ran a hand through his hair in frustration. He closed his eyes for a few moments, and then, to everyone's surprise, a tear rolled down his cheek, and dropped onto K-391's wound. The blood receded slightly.
"Artist tears have healing powers!?!" Ava Max asked incredulously.
"Not every artist," TFR says quietly. "But mine do." TFR turns to K-391. "Can you walk?"
"Give me a minute," K-391 responds. "...Yeah."
Alan Walker helped K-391 up. "Let's keep moving." He turned to another door. "This way. Come on."
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Legends Universe: End Of Time (draft one ARCHIVE)
FanfictionThis was my first fanfic, it's kinda corny, read if you want to ig. (Chapters are really short, don't feel intimidated the whole thing is only 20k)
