shitposting rave 3: Dawn of the third rave

I-

I was just going to cool off for a few decades. I didn't abandon them and I didn't abandon her.

 

No, that's kind of exactly what you did.

Stars and ashes, we're supposed to protect them! That means not fragging off into the wilds for decades at a time! Myself included, alright, at least mine wasn't intentional!

 

Well it's not like I was helping them!

 

Spoiler: death threats are rude, mala

Then you should have died defending them!

 

Spoiler: Implications of suicidal ideation

I'm trying!

-He shoves Mala away.-

 

@Alchemist Prime, @Amalgamous Prime, BOTH OF YOU SHUT RIGHT UP RIGHT NOW

 

Well it don't help 'em now, does it?

 

...yes, sir. [They back off from Alchemist and downsize, venting steam, all their little spinny bits running doubletime.]

 

-He shudders and walks away from them both.-

 

-grumbles at both of them-
Behave yourselves.

 

'f ya didn't want us getting riled over deaths, y'shouldn'a hardwired the caretaker protocols. Sir. [They flick a pair of wings, giving the distinct impression of a scowl despite not having a visible face.]

 

I'll stop bothering you, Atta.

 

-blows a raspberry- I'm tired of arguing today.

 

Kemmy, what's up with you? You're not right.

 

No scrap.

 

Can I help you? D'you want a hug or something? I've got way better at hugs lately.

 

No. I messed up.

 

Me too! Lots. Don't do it again and we're cool, okay?

 

Atta, they all died.

 

...
-comes over and plops down by Alchemist, patting his shoulder-
'Msorry, Kemmy.