'Do I look like a fucking car,' Bayu said, and Serik had to fight his own reactions to it. It wasn't funny-- but despite the situation, he had to bite the inside of his cheek to swallow back the smile and snort that were trying to come out.
He didn't really succeed.
He quickly looked away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand to try and salvage-- well, anything.
He had a feeling Bayu was this close to just punching him in the face if he kept on trying him. But shit, he wasn't even trying... He knew the situation was dire, but imagining him as a fucking car was just too funny in contrast to the mess they were in.
"Sorry-- you just- You said you'd jump down so I thought--" But then he saw the grappling hook and it clicked.
"Oh. Riiiiight. That way." His face burnt. Of goddamn course Bayu wasn't getting down as a wolf. He had some fucking tool. And maybe Serik was indeed just fucking fantasising. Goddammit.
He shook himself. "Right-- yeah- Hurryin'- 'm comin', am comin'!" he rushed back for some clothes, ending up grabbing some of Bayu's, because there was just no way he was getting back into his tight discarded clothes in any timely fashion. No, he didn't have time for this. So instead he grabbed the first sweat pants and hoodies he could find and put them on, followed by his boots. Bayu would just have to deal. They had other priorities than having a talk about private property right now.
He grabbed his gun and tools, and turned to Bayu. "Okay! Ready--!" In any other circumstances, he might have hesitated. But right here, right now, with Bayu opening his arm for him, he didn't need to be told twice. For lack of a better word, he jumped into Bayu's arms, wrapping his own around him and holding on tight.
Part of him was so happy -- so flattered Bayu actually let him do that, despite what he said earlier. But the rest of him was too focused on the mission to dwell on that too long. He flushed a bit -- Bayu was warm against him, and he couldn't help but wonder what his fur might feel like -- but prepared to follow directions as soon as they landed.
"Are you-- Whatchu gonna do? Do the other generator?" He asked as they rappelled down.
Soon, they were hitting the floor, though, and Serik lost no time in running where Bayu had directed him -- and he didn't fail to notice there were two rooms with generators. Bayu was in the other one, just nearby. That made some of his nerves settle, actually. Not that he was scared of anything going even worse, but having Bayu around still... well, it felt nice. The guy might be a bit of an ass when he wanted to, but Serik still trusted him with his life, and more.
He quickly stopped by the generator, following what Bayu had told him and opening the panel. It looked just as he had described. Blue lever. Red lever. Easy enough.
He pulled down the blue one, as instructed, then pushed up the red one.
He waited. But there was no spark... "Shit..." he mumbled under his breath, running a hand along the generator, but it seemed completely dead. No sound, no vibration, no heat...
Make it happen, Bayu had said. Easier said than done... Especially with less than 20 minutes left. He worried at his lower lip, and redid the manipulation again: levers back to starting position, blue down, red up...
And a whole lot of nothing.
"Fuck..." He was starting to sweat from all the mounting stress. Why the fuck wasn't it starting up... "This one's not startin'!" he shouted to the other side, but he didn't expect much help from Bayu.
Make it happen... What could he do...? What the heck could he do in that short a time? Dismantle it? Really? He might make things worse, he wasn't equipped, he--
He was getting lightheaded from the tension, but he had to fucking make it happen. He had to, they had no fucking alternatives. He ran his hands down his face, grabbed his tools, and located a side panel to get deeper into the bowels of the generator.
He wasn't sure what he expected to find there -- he didn't know this make -- but he was met, again, with a whole lot of nothing. Nothing seemed broken or fried, not that he could see at least... It just looked... dead.
"Fuuuuck..." He shook his head and reached in deeper, towards the power core. He just needed to make it fucking HAPPEN.
His fingers grazed the core, and abruptly, something shifted. Like the room tilted on its axis, and the floor opened up underneath him all at once. His stomach lurched, but before he could even try to comprehend what was happening, the huge spark happened.
And everything went white.
'I'm dead. I'm fucking dead', he thought. 'I'm dead to a fucking generator and a rookie mistake, dammit-' He must be dead, because nothing hurt. In fact, he could feel nothing at all. Like he didn't even have a body at all.
But then he realised he could see again.
And he was struggling to breathe. Oh yeah, now it hurt. He was fucking alive and he had no fucking clue how.
But the generator was rumbling merrily beside him. He had made it happen. And in that moment, despite the pain and the confusion, Serik couldn't help but laugh.
