Bob found a tunnel that leads outside. He didn’t take it.
Because he knows he’s gonna win!

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Bob found a tunnel that leads outside. He didn’t take it.
Because he knows he’s gonna win!
Some time later, a little away from the broken city,
Bob finds a really odd structure.
It towers over the sheered buildings he had passed to reach this opening, but it doesn’t seem to follow the same design. There’s no suggestion of sleek lines, sheer surfaces, and what probably had been a mirror-like cladding before whatever decimated this place.
It looks like stacks, and stacks of hexagonal cells. Empty and dark which is a change from the scary puddles and crystals of colors and light.
He finds himself ambling toward it. For no particular reason. Not that there had been any particular reason for why he had gone this way in the first place.
There was no particular reason for why he went anywhere here.
Wherever here was.
Yet here he was. He had picked a direction and he had ended up at this place.
Just a coincidence. No different than any of the times he had gotten lost at the Ark home-
Wow, the structure is bigger than he had thought...
Or maybe that was because he’s closer to it? When had that happened? Ah well. He’s here now. Might as well check it out!
Although he doesn’t. Not right away.
Instead he stares at it equal parts intrigued and unsettled. There’s a white noise buzzing in his head discordant and anxious but he can’t figure out why. It’s been there since he arrived here, but most of the time it was pretty quiet. The only time it got close to being this loud was when he ran into the not-friend who called himself ‘Hive.’
...who Bob had thrown a table at.
There are no thoughts or words associated with the buzz in the back of his processor, such things are slipping beyond his grasp in this moment. It’s more a feeling. The wobbly sort that settles in your tanks, but not in a good way.
Still.
Simultaneously there’s a sense of familiarity.
And because he’s a curious buggy he decides to get a closer peak to the thing giving him such mixed feelings. He’s still curious, and there’s still wonder here even under all the scary.
So-
-he shoves his helm into one of the hexaconal prisms-
-aaaand promptly gets a little stuck. His massive shoulders won’t fit. Best he can do is get his head in, but even then his antennas are getting bent at a weird angle in the teeny space.
He tries, for a spatially stupid moment, to wiggle further into the opening but it’s just not happening.
He stops all at once with a sigh. Then pops his head back out.
Bob remembers these being bigger. Being able to fit in completely-
A pause.
Wait.
Remember?
That was silly! You could not remember a place you had never been to before.
That’s just sense.
Right?
Maybe?
It’s hard to think with all the white noise in his head.
Maybe that’s why he doesn’t hear the other right away. The one who was watching from some ways away.
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