It often occured to Diggy that her friend repertoire had grown conscequently in a handful of years. Looking back on the history of her meetings of new people, she often felt overwhelmed by a sentiment of fondness - or annoyance, depending on who was concerned. But allowing such a wander of the mind often lead to her remembering that she had not met people in a while, or that she needed to pay urgent visit to someone she had not seen in a while.
One such person was “Pat” Patrick Springs, one of the nicest humans she’d ever met, abnormal only through his almost unnatural ability for kindness (and grass green hair, but that could be entirely blamed on weird genetics). Not having seen an otherwise very sweet and happy kid, especially considering their fondness for their friends, had filled the small ‘bot with an immediate, and deep, sense of dread. Enough that Diggy figured that, with any luck, he wouldn’t mind a surprise visit!
She would bring snacks! And a nice notepad with crayons! Oh, and take him someplace nice too! She just needed to hustle to one of the few cracks in reality she knew lead to his dimension, take a plunge, then come see him with much affection and care! Easy, peasy, lemon squeezy! She just happened to even remember the crack she’d first used to discover his reality - she just had to sneak into a building or two, how hard could it be?
Loaded with the self-promised precious items, and possessed with a deep desire to make right to her friend, Diggy failed to account for a very simple, but crucial, detail. Which was what had happened to her, the first time she HAD indeed visited the green-haired boy’s dimension of static waves and ultra-futuristic cities of glass.
Which Diggy remembered very abruptly as she, in fact, didn’t feel the ground beneath the foot that stepped out from the breach, feeling her weight tumble forward, with her chest barreling through soon after. A glimpse of a rapidly spinning, sprawling garbage dump was revealed to the free-falling ‘bot, and, in a great moment of loneliness, the small ‘bot remembered exactly what she’d managed to forget, likely due to cranial trauma.
“Aw, nuts-” She barely had the time to breathe out, before the wind of her free-fall swallowed her voice, leaving her to scream and flail on the relatively long way down. Her landing was, once again, abrupt, and marked by her sinking a few feet into the garbage layer with a crunch of compacted trash, in a perfect starfish pose.
Hopefully, no one saw that.
