Sharp loud sound piercing through the fog of the unconsciousness.
Robert couldn't tell where exactly he was, he felt absent like his body wasn't completely his. He felt like he was slowly drowning, everything was kinda muted as he got thrown around between conscious and unconscious state.
He gasped when reality suddenly hit him with wave of pain and overwhelming sensations. He forced his eyes open and tried to stand but found that he couldn't move an inch but the thing he was in could. The back of his head slammed into already broken panel behind him making his vision go black for a few long moments, he could feel piercing sound of alarm bouncing inside his skull.
Robert tried taking a few long breaths but they came up like a quick deep gasps for air. His vision cleared but he had to narrow his eyes to see as red was only thing filling his vision.
Mechaman could feel his heart thumping, it felt like muscle was beating in his head instead of the chest, all breathes came out raspy and desperate. His body felt restricted, wet and sticky but Robert didn't bother to check what exactly it was, his pupils jumped between the still working screens trying to find out what was happening..
SLAM- CRACK crack... CRUSH
Metal cage around him shifted again before something heavy landed on top of it. Man held his breath seeing metal bend under the weight. After a few moments hero managed a shaky exhale, trying to stay silent as if smallest sound would turn his cage into a coffin.
But was that really a cage?
Robert took slow shaky breath through his (most likely broken) nose as he tried to make sense of the situation. Where he was? Why couldn't he move? Why he was thrown around like a ball on soccer field? And where's the Z team. Wait. Z team? Since when do YOU have a team? Failure. You should be able to handle it on your own.
Alone. Yes. He's a Mechaman. He's a hero. And he calls himself a HERO?! He will find a way out. He will. There's people in danger and he couldn't just lay here and do nothing- You can't do anything? What kind of hero are you if you can't even save yourself???
Robert tried moving his hands under the belts that held him in the seat(maybe the only mostly intact thing in the suit). He glanced down seeing his digits press against the bind even though he couldn't feel his fingers. He took a shaky breath trying to find an opening between the belts.
At some point of time few clicks and cracks sounded before the cockpit he was in was filled with faint crisp metallic scent. Oxygen... Well at least he won't suffocate although it would've been more merciful than death of starvation or being crashed by whatever Mechasuit was trapped under.
It felt like he was here for days... After some struggle or remaining energy drained as well as adrenaline, leaving him bound in his suit unable to do anything but breathe and think, all while trying to ignore immense pain. All attempts to dissociate were shattered by sparks from the tech, creaks of metal or the sound of his own heart hammering against his ribcage.
His mouth felt like a desert, his eyes burned from all the red lighting inside the suit, he kept hearing ringing even though alarms died down ages ago... The faint crisp smell of oxygen was overpowered by metallic scent of his blood and sweat.
After a while red emergency lights started blinking and slowly one after another they turned off leaving him in complete darkness. He couldn't see anything anymore, the only thing he felt was pressure on his body and pain....
He desperately darted between topics trying to distract himself from pain but it all eventually lead him back to the same questions and worries...
Why is it so quiet? What happened? Where's Z team help? Why nobody came to check and clean up whatever collapsed on top of him? How much time passed..?
Robert couldn't help but feel like he was laying in his coffin, going through torture to redeem himself before it'll all fade to nothing. Everything has been silent for days. Stimuli depravation was driving him insane...
He doesn't hide the fact that he's scared for the first time in years... What's the point of holding back if no one will see him break down?
Mechaman welcomes the feeling of futility as the hot tears slide down his face in his matted hair... He closes his eyes sensing the impending doom...
The body previously laying so peacefully in his bed sat up with sharp gasp, legs kicking the blanket off to the floor startling the small rotund chihuahua sleeping at his feet. The sound of barking seems to wake Robert out of his trans as he finally takes a breath and looks around the room.
Beef whines softly climbing into his lap and trying to lick Roberts face, man slowly puts his hand on the dog. After making sure dog was real Mechaman wraps his hands around the Beef, hugging him tightly as doggy barks and tries to lick his owner's face, small tail wagging uncontrollably.
Sounds. Finally the silence is over...
Robert couldn't help but sob hearing the commotion nearing the door..
He wasn't alone... Not in this universe.
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