Birb
It's birb time babeyy oh yeah
Cassandra Garrison
Cassandra was sitting at her desk, kicking her foot gently. The room was mostly white. The desk. The chairs. Everything. On the desk... or rather... operation table?? There was a light green robot, with its (his??) chest opened up. Whoever ‘Cassandra’ was, she seemed to be fidgeting with the wires and a few switches in the robots chest. Most likely trying to find the place of an error.
“... Come on... where the fresh hell, it has to be somewhere here...”
What exactly were the beautiful yet grotesque beings that pulled you away from your reality? What was their goal? Their mannerisms appeared to be based on instinct, but was there more to it?
You recalled the creature, hues of black and white, patterns that dazzled and animated like the hypnotic camouflage of undersea cephalopods. Their movements were hovering and slow, but once they got close, they burst themselves towards you and wrapped your entire body in their tentacles, pulling you away from your spot in the process.
As the roboticist worked, she almost didn’t notice as something... weird happened. Some sort of tendril like appendages began wrapping themselves around the scientist.
WHICH in her book, was not alright.
”Huh- WHAT THE PISS KIDNEY-“
The scientist reached for the nearest object, which was her leather side bag. And inside, were many things. Mysterious dangerous things, definitely. Liiiike aaaaa SCREWDRIVER!! YES!! THE PERFECT DEFENSE WEAPON, INDEFENITELY!!
Cassandra put the bag over her shoulder and plunged the screwdriver into the tendril but.. what she saw, it was almost hypnotic. Distracting really. Ms. Garrison didn’t notice as she was dragged further and further, too.. well... dis
When you woke up, you found yourself free-falling, slowly levitating towards ground. The place had a dark, gloomy aura. At first glance, it looked like an abandoned, decrepit playground or theme park, in which most of the latter's motif had long withered away into the ether. Heck, everything looked pretty withered. If you looked up to the sky, there were no clouds, and what appeared to be fragments of this world's cubish ground substituted the thick fluffy clouds, manifesting as hovering cubes of blue.
It wasn't too long before you gently landed on the ground with your two(or four) feet. It was a strange experience indeed. Before your very eyes was a closer look at the playground. No one else seemed to be in there, and that seemed to be the only way forward.
Just what had happened here? No matter, you had arrived and that was all that mattered. This seemed pretty far from home. Home was out of reach from you. Maybe you could try searching around the worn-out playground? It did seem pretty big after all, maybe something was there. There was the Slide Area and the Swing Area to ponder about. It seemed risky to just up and proceed forward past the playground, and if you had a semblance of hunch or instinct you'd probably feel it.
Cassandra woke up, finding herself in a new place.... somewhere she SHOUDLN’T be...
“Whaaat the fresh fuck is this....”
Alternatively, you could converse with the wide array of individuals who seemed to be in the same situation as you were. Oh, look! They were there all along! Looks like you weren't alone all this while.
What you do next is completely up to you. What the strings of fate bring in return, on the other hand...
... that remains to be seen.
Cassandra looked around. Her glasses, the ones she made herself, pulled up a small screen, evaluating her surroundings. She didn’t need the glasses to do it, but they were handy to have. Before she could approach anyone else though, what looked like a small robot popped out of the bag around Cassandra’s shoulder.
Wray passes right by the big robot, taking advantage of his rather tiny frame to squeeze past the assortment of giant-sized items and without a second thought had begun climbing, making a very risky and dangerous passage on top of the wheel's metallic beams. Slowly but surely, the teenager balanced himself, step by step, on top of the white-colored metal and then finally, he had reached his destination: the top of the wagon.
There's no ounce of fear, only the sweet sweet alluring call to mess with it without a care in the world. He smirks at the red empty people-container, a determined yet gentle look on his face, as if reassuring the object to not be afraid and tossing the wrench up, lets it rotate in the air before catching it.
Show time~~
Crouching down, Wray went with the tool directly at the attachment point, beginning to unscrew the big metallic nut holding it in place... Unaware of the fact that if it collapsed, it would be a really bad fall... Into absolutely nothing but a bottomless pit.
The robot instantly began walking, its tiny foot clanking on the ground. Cassandra took a few seconds to notice, but once she did, she began panicking a bit.
“Eh- hey-UGH YOU PISS LAMP GET BACK HERE!!”
The robot, oddly enough, DIDNT listen to Cassandra’s command. Instead, began scaling a large metallic structure. A Ferris wheel of sorts. It was rather fast, jumping from ledge to ledge like some sort of spider, before almost in half a minute, reaching the leg of a boy. Who was unscrewing a part of the contraption. Lovely.
“Who the hell- o-oh....”
Cassandra caught up, gazing up at the structure. It only took her a few seconds to assess what was happening. Guess the GEARZ bot already knew what was happening...
“Hey- HEY you!! SMALL CHILD- WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING!! STOP OR YOU’RE GONNA GET HURT!! Jesus fuck Christ....”
If the boy didn’t stop, Cassandra had a backup plan for retrieving him.