#gryphite

[archerwhiterp]

Make no mistake, He's mine

Archer strolled the sidewalk as he finished his shopping. A paperbag filled with groceries resting on his hip as he double checked the last of his list. He just needed to pick up some teas for Peter and then he would be on his way home.

He paused, standing outside a quaint little coffee shop. Feeling adventurous, which for him wasn't quite as dangers as for others, he stepped inside. Walking to the counter he ordered his nice earl grey with milk and lemon. 

He took his beverage, sitting in a corner sit and sipped it gingerly. Watching as rain began to drip from the sky. He would have to ask Michael to come pick him up. He coudln't walk home in this. 

Finding an abandoned newspaper from the day he began to read and relax. Raising his eyes only for an instant to gaze out the window.

His core jumped in his throat, choking on the liquid he had tried to swallow. Eyes wide and panicked. "No... not you!"

He jumped to his feet, looking for an escape. He could run out the back of the shop, but Gryphon might go after civilians. 

[archerwhiterp]

"Hope." it wrote quickly before hopping up onto the back and nuzzling itself into the folds of his shirt in an attempt to comfort him, curling its long tail around himself.

He rested back against the wall. Cringing as he ripped a wound open further. “… hope… I guess its all I can do… now…” He gently stroked its little robotic body, not noticing as he left bloody streaks down its frame. “… hope he doesn’t kill everyone I… i know… hope that I don’t die in this hole…”

[archerwhiterp]

Its long tail began to drag in the ground, spelling something, full sentences would take too long so it was just the main words, "Grid location. XYZTS. Portals." It took such a long time for Steph to make the little guy for a reason, it had the intelligence of a human and could identify locations like a portal tracker, it trace five numbers on the ground for the three normal dimensions, time, and space.

He frowned, trying to focus on the words through the cracked lenses of his glasses. “These are… coordinates!” He cheered, before breaking down into a cough. He stared at his phone. Barely any battery left. Brown Suit technology always drained faster in Kazooland. “… I don’t… know… if it will go through…” He weakly typed in the numbers, then sent them.

[archerwhiterp]

It squeaked at him, finding a way down the pit and crawling up to Archer, nuzzling its way into his pocket and taking hold of his phone, dragging it out, looking up at Archer with another squeak, and then back at the phone, as if it was asking the man to open it.

"You’re a smart… little one aren’t you?" He coughed, spitting up some blood. He took the phone in his blood fingers, cringing as they worked to pop it open. "I’ve tried calling… calling everyone little thing…" He ran a hand over the numbers, making it red. "…they… won’t find me…"

[archerwhiterp]

A small robotic mouse skittered through the portal in search of Archer, sniffing and looking around until it found him.

*Somewhere in Snoraria* 

Archer gripped his chest tightly, trying not to scream to loudly as the shadow matter burned through his skin. “… this is it… this is how it all ends… dying in some forgotten hole in kazooland while Gryphon does… what he does best… murder everyone I love…” His face was growing increasingly pale. His legs unable to move, red blood running down his arm and over his torso where he was shot. 

He closed his eyes, then heard a soft squeaking. Tense he raised his eyes to the top of the pit he had fallen in. “I HAVE A WEAPON!” He lied, hoping to scare the predator away. He relaxed slightly as he saw the little mechanical mouse pop its head out over the edge. “… its… its just you….”