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'Ah, it's cold'
The first thing Wifies thought of. On his hand, a spyglass, with a small engraving ' P & W '. The lines were rough, as it was done with whateven they had on hand after escaping Proton, Spoke's prison? escape room? well, whatver it was.
It was weird, he wasn't supposed to feel such things. I mean, He's a robot, or clone, for god's sake! But then again, clones weren't supposed to have attachments to people anyways (not that his creator had any either).
With mere seconds left before his system shuts down, he looked forward towards a screen (?) and with barely enough strength left, he weakly raised his hand, and clicked.
Wifies left the game
Opening his eyes, he finds himself back in The Factory. Well, it was to be expected.. The Factory was, unfortunately, his home server, of course he would be back!
not knowing where to go, Wifies just.. wanders around aimlessly. I could've just ended it in Paragon, to die in the very prison he created to contain his 'best friend', Parrot, but he didn't. You could say he couldn't bring himself to throw the only thing reminding him of his Parrot.
(or you could also say he didn't have the balls to experience death firsthand )
Anyways, putting all those aside, Wifies continues to walk, until his chat went off.
< Kenadian > Wifies??
< Wifies > Ken?
< Wifies > What're you doing here???
< Kenadian > That's what I was about to ask?!
< Kenadian > weren't you in Unstable??
< Wifies > Well, things happened. Where are you?
< Kenadian > Wait, I'll send my coords..