Ross's legs charged through the tall grass of the meadow, it parting with his every step. His heart throbbed violently in his chest as the shabby hut appeared on the horizon. Nearly there. He gritted his teeth for the final stretch of his early morning exercise. Sweat dripped from his forehead, briefly staining his already soaking wet vest. The shack was mere steps away...so close...With a startling CRASH, Ross slammed into a wooden wall and slowly fell into a panting pile of exhaustion. He propped himself up, breathing heavily as to regain the ability to stand. Trembling slightly, he wiped his face on his forearm, beads of sweat glistening in the early morning sunlight. Suddenly, the door swung open, missing his face by only millimetres.
Leaping out from the doorway like a Salmon, stood a small figure clad In obsidian armour brandishing an Atomic Dissassembler above its head, waving it about as if it were a torch warding off monsters in the night. After Scanning the Perimeter for potential threats, it looked down at Ross.
"Trott?" The walrus lifted his visor to reveal a confused expression.
"Are you alright? I heard a noise and thought it was those bloody.....flux buddies again. Are you sure you're alright?"
The big worrier...
"It's nothing... I..I'm fine..I just....ran into the wall...."
Trott chuckled and Ross stifled a giggle as he realised the ridiculousness of the situation.
"You Twat..." He grabbed Ross's wrist and lead him Inside.
Ross wiped his hands on his soggy running gear as he made his way towards his more....Formal Attire neatly folded onto his bed. As he gracefully slid off his dirty garments and he felt his muscles finally relax. He flexed and admired his own body. Shifting all that marble sure had its benefits....Being the strongest member of the trio meant his skills were often called upon when building or machine moving was needed to be done. He slipped into his undershirt, straightening it out and smoothing the folds down. For, Although he was a large, seemingly tough man he adored precision, symmetry and beauty, another benefit of his building experience. As he pulled up his shirt and tightened his tie he checked the beautiful pocketwatch Smith had given him for Christmas and he spent a minute simply admiring the exquisite handiwork, detail and craftsmanship. Smith had obviously stolen it. He snapped out of his stupor and checked the time. 9:37. Too early to work. Smith was probably still zonked out. Lazy Bugger. He laughed to himself. It was only when he went to the mirror to check his hair that he felt like something...someone was watching him....
His eyes darted around the room. It was small. Only the essentials: Bed, Sink, mirror, Chests. They took turns to use the only bed the owned. One slept on the comfy, cushy, pillowy marshmallow and the other two kipped on the dirty, cold cobblestone of the 'not so great hall' (as they had began to call it). It was then as he surveyed the room.
He remembered
When he came in
He locked the door behind him
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Hey! This is my first fic so forgive me if it's a bit rubbish. I won't update for a while because I'm still deciding on the timeline because flux buddies is too mad. Please comment and keep watch for the next chapter :3
