Hunter Townhouse, the yard [open]
Alas, poor mets, they hardly knew you ...
Luckily for the sanity and safety of all concerned, X had puzzled out the design specs of the "hypermettools" once Dr. Rock had left, and applied himself to constructing more of the strange living mechaniloids.
Not so lucky for the mets -- two of which were now scattered across the yard is various states of torn-to-pieces, the lingering energy-aura of the Nightmare Virus still hanging in the air as its source crouched on his heels and purred, licking mech-fluid from his hands.
First had been the Souls; now Nightmare was just finishing up, before he cleaned after himself.
Luckily for the sanity and safety of all concerned, X had puzzled out the design specs of the "hypermettools" once Dr. Rock had left, and applied himself to constructing more of the strange living mechaniloids.
Not so lucky for the mets -- two of which were now scattered across the yard is various states of torn-to-pieces, the lingering energy-aura of the Nightmare Virus still hanging in the air as its source crouched on his heels and purred, licking mech-fluid from his hands.
First had been the Souls; now Nightmare was just finishing up, before he cleaned after himself.