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Pounder sat outside the garage, looking down at the floor, holding her cracked glasses in its hands. The moon shone bright in the sky, though no stars were to be seen. Methodical footsteps rang out from behind her, a familiar sound.
“Pounder.” Skya stood behind her, arms crossed over her gray tank top, glaring down at her. A cold wind blew through the night air, but couldn't cut the tension lingering between them. Pounder didn't look down from the ground, only fidgeting with the sleeve of her oil stained turtleneck.
“You took a heavy hit out there.” She vexed, staring forward at the valley, “I can't believe that they fixed you up like that. I wouldn't have.”
“I know.” She weakly responded, voicebox glitching in and out of audibility, still damaged.
Pounder thought for a moment, twirling her glasses in between her bandaged fingers, “...We were friends. Back when we were kids.”
“USED to be.” She barked, snapping her head over to her, “It's different now. You know that.”
She sighed, looking over to the ginger girl standing over her, a pair of blue eyes cut straight through her skull and she quickly shot her head back downwards. Skya laid a hand over her face tiredly, exhaling.
“It's pretty late. You're leaving by morning you know, that was the agreement.”
“Couldn't sleep.” Pounder muttered tiredly.
“Fine then. I'm going off to bed, you should too.” She leaned off the wall and started to walk off, but was quickly stopped.
“Wait!,” She said, raising her voice desperately, leaving it glitching even more, “let me come with, please.”
Skya pinched the bridge of her nose, a frustrated expression strained across her face.
“Fine. Just this once.”
Pounder staggered over to her, hesitating to hold her hand in theirs, before Skya ultimately made that decision for her.
Walking into the tall trees, the woods seemed to close around her. A sick feeling rose in Skya’s stomach, a mix of depressing nostalgia and bitter anger that rose a disgusting taste in her mouth. She held Pounder’s hand tighter, her head and heart were at war with each other, and she held back a scream that stuck in her chest. All her instincts told her to run, yell, to push her away, but the cold sensation of Pounders hand held against hers kept her grounded. She knew it shouldn't have.
They leaned up against a tree, the soft blanket that Skya left beside it now spread across the two as Pounder now lay asleep right next to her. Skya desperately tried to ignore her. Closing her eyes, she finally drifted off to sleep.
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The harsh rays of the burning sun peaking through the leaves stirred her awake. She sat up, the weight resting on her side entirely absent, they'd already left…
Which is what she wanted, of course. She asked for them to leave, and they'd actually listened for once. It was what she wanted, she reminded herself, repeating the phrase in her mind.
She got up, stretching her arms up to the sky, trying to rid herself of the cricks stuck in her back.
Slowly walking towards the garage, she tried to keep herself awake, rubbing her eyes to try to get any remnant of night away from her. She made it to the front entrance, leaning on the doorway, in which Ty quickly noticed.
"Skya, There you are! Where've you been?" He asked, waving over to her.
"Stayed up a bit too late, slept in." She mumbled, still exhausted, "You guys working on something right now?"
"Nope, dude! We're all just chilling right now!" Ton-Ton exclaimed, rounding the corner.
Skya hummed, disappointed that there was nothing that she could distract herself with.
"By the way Skya, none of us have seen Pounder since we fixed him- er, her last night, do you happen to know her whereabouts?" Revvit asked, flicking his eyes up to her from the clipboard he was writing in.
"She left already," she paused, knowing that she couldn't say the full truth to them, not in fear of judgment from them, but from shame of her own admission, "She left uh, last night, I saw her leave right before I went off to sleep."
"Alright then, at least that confirms that they weren't up to anything else behind the scenes, one less problem to deal with, hopefully." Revvit stated, walking across the room to grab a bolt from the shelf, “Though we may still want to keep our eyes out for her, just in case.”
“Revvits right, they could still be around, waiting…” Ty followed.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” Skya scoffed, causing Ty to raise an eyebrow.
“Why not? I'd sorta expect you to agree with that right away?” Ty looked over at Revvit who also seemed a bit confused.
“Ty’s right, you’d typically be the first to point to something like that when with Pounder. It's awfully out of character for you to not.” Revvit thought for a moment, “you didn't get into a fight with her when you said you saw her last night, did you?”
Skya paused for a second. Well, more than a second actually. She could just say she did and scared her off, or she could deny doing anything.
“Yeah, yeah fine I did. But it's gone now for sure, one less problem for us!” She said angrily.
“Skya! I told you to try NOT to do that!” Ty sighed, “well we're definitely going to have to keep watch for it then.”
Skya rolled her eyes, nodding, “Well. I'm gonna go take a walk. I'll be back.”
“Alright! Keep an eye out, Skya! We'll talk about this later!!” Ty yelled.