Unrecognizable

~Chapter Twenty-Two~

She had to get back to Sage and Void. 

But how? She hadn't thought this through when she voluntarily let a random Hermit take her to the middle of nowhere. Who knew when Stress was going to return to the shopping district again? Generally, this wouldn't be a problem, but Citrus literally had no clue whatsoever where she was. At best, it'd take her a day or two to even find the Shopping District, unless she could get her paws on a map. And she doubted she'd be finding one of those. 

She didn't get much longer to think about her dilemma, however, as a flying mass of something passed over her head. Upon further inspection, she realized it was that Iskall person, and something else. What was that?

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Grumbot's POV-

He did not like this. This was terrible. He really didn't like this. Oh gosh, this was torture, He really didn't like this. 

Grumbot clutched Iskall's ankle tighter as the swede flew high in the air, high above the ground, where they could easily fall to their demises. With the awkward weight placement, the two wobbled around, not quite steady, as Iskall tried his best to make the flight a smooth one. Robots couldn't get sick, and yet Grumbot somehow felt that now. He should've just stayed on the ground. Heck, even learning to fly an elytra Himself would've been better than this. If Grumbot had a heart, it would be beating extremely quickly right now. 

However, the same feeling was clearly not passing through Iskall, as the Hermit called out, quite loudly, to be heard over the wind, "So, Grumbot, how're you liking flying?"

To which He responded, "I am not liking this! Iskall, this was a terrible idea and we should never do this again!" Since earlier, He had been working on keeping His voice down. Now, He was yelling. Quite loudly. He could yell quite loudly. 

Iskall, however, didn't seem hardly as concerned as the bot. "Hah, don't worry, we're almost there!" His elytra began to angle downwards and the ground began to come into view. It was all white, with giant, light blue stick things jutting out of the ground. This place seemed to have a strange effect on Grumbot. He felt almost... slower than usual, like things took longer than normal to process. He wondered why that was. But more importantly, Grumbot seemed to be hurtling towards the ground at a steeper angle than before. He glanced up to see Iskall clearly not paying attention to the fact that the ground was much closer than it was thirty seconds ago. And as if that wasn't bad enough, before the two would even hit the ground, they'd first ram straight into a giant blue spike thing.

This was a time where Grumbot really wished he could talk.

Iskall, who was typing something into his communicator band bracelet watch thing finally glanced up. "Oh!" He quickly set off a few fireworks, being sure to do them out of the way of the robot clinging onto his leg for dear life, to swerve upwards just before the two hit the blue spike. 

Or, rather, Iskall swerved out of the way of the blue spike. The sudden change of direction caused Grumbot to lose His hold on Iskall's foot. What. No. Uh oh. Before He knew what was happening, Grumbot was plummeting to the white ground below. He turned His body to see where He was going and saw just a sea of white beneath Him. Was He about to die? He was about to die. He was going to die in three, two, one...

Or perhaps not. Grumbot hit the surprisingly soft floor with a thud, sinking slightly into the weird substance. He didn't quite feel anything, no pain, or whatever the heck the Hermits had. That made sense, though, as Grumbot wasn't exactly designed for that purpose. Shakily getting back to His feet, Grumbot propped Himself up on that weird blue thing. Huh. That's weird. It felt odd. Like a stingy feeling. Huh. And so did this white stuff He had been laying in. Grumbot scooped up a bit in His hand. Weird.