Resurfacing
The robotic hedgehog had been rather busy over the latter half of December... What with taking down the various decorations around the base, dealing with minor lapses in processing, and avoiding most contact with those who knew him. But as the month, and year, came to a close, the automaton increasingly found himself with time on his hands he could not find non-social uses for. Irritating, to say the least; how could one effectively brood on a possible growing insanity if they had to actually interact with people who clearly were more bonkers than themselves on a daily basis? So, pushing aside the hesitation to interact, Metal ventured forth from the safety of the base once more. He didn't really know where he was going, or who he was going to run into, but he didn't really care, either. For now, this was stress relief time. Plus, he didn't want to shrug off certain connections so easily; hopefully he'd run into some of those, instead of those that would cause problems.











