With no sounds but the chill wind and the echoes of cracks, it didn’t take Jack long to pick out the scraping. The scraping of… a partially-dressed robot kicking themself along the surface. Not exactly who he would have expected to find here, but sure, why not.
Except the robot was moving towards him, on the thin ice. And it was not a small bot.
“Whoa whoa—”
He held up a hand like it would actually stave off the thing’s approach, but momentum wasn’t so safely broken on thin ice. And speaking of breaking on thin ice… He’d have to risk running if this giant piece of scrap metal got any closer to his space. If the ground gave way, the water sure wouldn’t be pleasant, and—what. Was there something down in there, too? Great. Even better.
He squinted as the ice seemed to become a mite more opaque while he watched, but it was probably just his eyes failing him. Or maybe it was thicker all of a sudden? That would explain why he and the robot hadn’t taken a dive…
He let out a slow breath and rubbed his eyes with a groan.
“Yeah, I’m fine. You know where—”
Another voice cut in. A… particularly insistent one. Wow.
He looked over fully expecting a second robot and instead found a very pink… something. Something a lot more human-looking than the guy closer to him. Maybe an actual human? He cautiously sat up—he swore he still felt cracking, but it seemed less threatening? Maybe. Hm. He warily spread his weight out again, but not before shrugging enough for the lady to see.
“Aww, you don’t like my fashion design? I worked so hard on that. Many many sleepless nights.”
…Well, he did look like he had some sleepless nights, but.
