It had always been a matter of when, rather than if this would happen.
Perhaps it was some millionaire jerks doing, that cursed land finally bought out— but construction equipment surrounded that old, worn-down manor. A bulldozer ready to destroy and tear those those rotten walls… and unfortunately, those two bots didn’t have a current backup plan as to where to go.
There wasn’t much they could take with them, Silver found a temporary spot to hide their smaller belongings at least… he always thought they’d have more time, but there really was no good timing to suddenly be homeless.
As easy as it would be to make that construction crew into a total bloodbath— it wouldn’t be the most strategically sound choice. Silver has been lucky enough to be regarded as an urban legend for so many years— and the consequences that waited if he were to prove that legend true were just too dangerous to risk. The last thing they needed was national attention— as even Silver held his doubts about taking on an actual army.
As the wrecking ball swung, scattering debris of what once was their home, Locust’s voice speaks up, the two watching from a wooded spot on the sidelines.
“…I t-think I’ve got an idea of where ta’ go for now.”
Golden eyes look down to the copper bot, a sigh escaping Silver’s lips. “…I’ve got a bad feeling about this.”