#a plot emerges

[the-scrappy-stinger]

(Faintly, in a far-off corner of the universe, Bee’s thoughts circle back in on themselves over and over. It had started with a random thought, ‘Shax would know what to do here’, that gave him some relief in the trying situation he’d found himself in. He kept coming back to it over and over, a little different every time another curveball got thrown at him, until it looped over and over in a miserable repeat, the only thing keeping his arms working and his optics down.)

(”I wish Shax were here.”)

(”I need Shax’s help so much.”)

(”Shax...”)

(”When I get out of here...”)

(”If I get out of here...”)