[ Starter for @imreadypromotion : What A Maze ]
He'd just been taking a short break after a rough interview when he catches sight of it, Gregor kicked back under the shade of the towering buildings overhead and sipping on a cheap coffee.
Gregor has no idea what this thing is. The only thing his reflexes tell him are monster or abnormality, and he isn't positive on either answer. The most he can confidently say is that it... kind of resembles the sponge he uses to wash the dishes, if his dish sponge worked a 9 to 5 and had a disconcertingly big face. He almost thinks the whole issue is going to just be out of his hands when it marches off down an alley with a sharp squeak-squeak-squeak, but…
Uh…
Well.
"You… lost there, little guy?" Gregor finally finds the nerve to actually ask after watching the thing march itself in a loop around the block for the fifth time, in and out of streets and yet somehow always reconvening back into the small plaza.
These corners of Fibonacci are a deep, twisting maze even at the best of times, but this is a whole new level of turned around. Is it doing that for… for… .. . fun…? Is this on purpose?
