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The sky was darkened, though no rain fell, like how no tears fell any longer from his eyes. Around him, buildings stood crumbled and the scent of oil, blood, and rot attacked whoever could tell it was there. The world was coming up on its 7th year in a few months of this chaos. This place was a space between universes and timelines, a space for people to come together, a space created by The Greater Lore. people could come and go, visit from their own times and worlds or stay permanently. It was a haven for people whose worlds corrupted, people who abandoned their worlds, ect. For some.. It had just been a visit, some had just been going through their new or old lives here when the notice came in. Everyone knew of the plant that had begun to harm others, it caused a lot of tension. But no one knew how serious it was until the council of deities [entities that represented different celestial bodies without alternate versions of themselves] agreed to close off the world, no one gets in or out. They did this to isolate the infection. Some agreed with this change, but others opposed it. Only deities themselves or entities could leave, seeing as how they couldn't carry the plant or be infected by it.
It was this decision that brought him to where he is now, approaching a mangled shell of a house, more specifically the hole that led to the basement window.
Lune gripped his hands over the wood slab, using his weight to push it aside before using the broken window frame to swing down. He turned to move the slab back over the hole before whirling around at the sound of footsteps. Lune’s pupils eased from the slits as he noticed the sound was merely Lunar.
“Hey bud, ‘m back,” he hummed, while he flashed the other a tooth-filled smile.
“How’d it go?” Lunar asked, as he rushed forward to the taller bot.
“Pretty well, got some more scrap fabric, bandages, and stuff like that” Lune listed off, scooping up the other onto his back before walking further into the basement.
“Wait! Does that mean?” Lunar grinned, wire tail flicking.
Lune snickered at the other’s excitement, “yeah bud, if Styx agrees, we can pack up and head for the refuge,” lune nodded, carrying the other towards the center of the area. It was dark down here, only lit to the three animatronics due to their night vision. Styx sat on the patched up beanbag they’d found, shared between them due to them often keeping it in the main area. The way the three had made this basement their own was quite normal despite their natures and appearances; each had their own space in the corners with the forth holding the exit of course with the middle being common ground.
“Hey, Styx! I'm back!” Lune called out, setting down the pink eyed Lunar from off his back.
“Oh, hey, how’d it go?” Styx asked, setting down the damp rag it had been using to wipe the multi-colored ichor that dripped from its eyes
“Way better than expected! Streets were clear and I found some pretty neat stuff” Lune rambled, moving over to settle down by the other.
Styx glanced over as lune took off his hat, rummaging through the muted grey-blue nightcap. Lune took out the usual items; a box of sewing supplies, candy, cloth, the small generator they’d got from a merchant named barnable, and of course the two charms that matched lune’s companions. It was after the normal stuff came out that he began to pull out the new items; a spool of thread, scraps of cloth, some batteries, bandages, and the best item being a radio.
“Found it working in an old police station,” he hummed, leaning idly against the other bot as he meddled with the dial on the radio.