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The heavy thumping of footsteps mixing with mechanical whirring would be enough to displease any living, breathing toon. But that didn’t matter, not really anyway. The room had been bare for whoever knows how long, with not a single abnormal sound breaking the harmony of wandering beasts.
A deep, gurgling growl emerged from Shelly’s throat, as she hopelessly searched for…something. It was aimless wandering, really, but she might as well know the terrain, should any toon ever step foot on this floor ever again.
She wandered into the same room again, a spacey room with shelves and boxes in the middle and thin, black walls on the sides. The pipe of a now-drained machine ran up to the ceiling from behind one of these walls, the red glow illuminating some form of light.
Vee, her wires now tangled into knots, weaving in and out of her cracked body, sat propped up against a wall, her cracked screen still making attempts to display any emotion on her screen.
A crackling buzz that Vee forces out of her speaker system grabs Shelly’s attention, and she slowly treks over to the corpse-looking robot.
Vee stiffens ever-so-slightly, entering a robotic routine as her screen begins showing a documentary. In it, plenty of different dinosaurs roam forests and other landscapes. It was once what Vee, when she was smaller and had an organized wiring system, used to do with Shelly.
Shelly stares at it, tilting her head slightly. She stands there for what feels like hours before shifting again, wedging her tail behind Vee and curling her velociraptor-resemblant body around the TV, while Vee adjusted her neck for Shelly’s vision. The ammonite only stared up in awe at the documentary, letting out an expressive and low grunt.
Though her screen flickered and the audio buffered, it was acknowledged by neither of the girls.
Intertwined forever.
Or however long it may take for the fateful day of an opened elevator.
It’s not like the twisteds counted though.