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Wrong wrong every things wrong
Pain aching crawling from his sides spreading to every part of him as if he was body slammed into a pit of thumbtacks. Nearly unable to even feel the simulated breath that's been knocked out of his artificial “ lungs” feeling it burning somewhere in his chest like he is being repeatedly stabbed in the same spot with an icy hot knife. So safe to say to not his favorite day he’s lived so far but definitely not his worse.
Forcing eye open and seeing as if in a kaleidoscope and shutting it close as soon as color flooded his vision. He try to sit himself up immediately regretting it as his pain doubles while he couldn’t even lift his head up an inch much less any other limb in his body. Which is a very bad situation nearly anything his body can almost instantaneously adapt too. There are very few ways to actually injure him as if he was made of normal metal and less so when it comes to kill him. Whatever the Overseers has makes him incredibly dangerous and even more of a threat then before. He needs to know what wrong with him not even necessarily what’s wrong with him but at less the affects of it. Trying to run diagnostic after diagnostic you’d think one work eventually but no fail fail fail they all continue to fail him.
‘Wait the Overseer!’ In a sudden and terrible second exact detailed of that days events come shooting back in a blurry haze as if he can remember every exact detail but also can’t as soon as he try’s to think about it. He can’t do anything about any of that at this moment though right know he useless to everyone he cares about until he’s able to repair himself enough to get home. He would just teleport home but currently most of his abilities and features are severely damaged and even if it was working right now he still has to “claw through time and space” and this point in time that’s not gonna be working with him seeing as he can barely move his left hand slightly.
He needs to repair himself enough to get in contact with Moon so they can get everyone to safety and deal with the Overseer and come get him while their at it.
Trying his eyes again he sees a big blocky dark grey nearly black rock. First thing get to rock then look self over then figure out what ever repairs are necessary to at lest limit time contact Moon and then go from there. Honestly pretty good plan he could be slightly proud of him self for logical and possibly his quick “get me out of here and to my family asap” plan is if it weren’t for the incredible amount of pain he was currently in. Trying as he might to not writhe on the ground. showing how much this is hurting him is a dangerous thing to do it will always be used against you. Slowly lifting his right arm above his head it falls full force down with a hard thud. Twisting his hand around until he’s palm to dirt and sinking in his claws feeling the strain through out his forearm he pulls himself as best as he can to the rock.
‘Step one rock. Step one rock. Objective rock’
Barely inching closer and closer to the rock agonizingly slow and painfully. All he needs to do is get to the rock if he gets there everything will be fine. If he just gets there he can look himself over fix what's wrong with him and get back. He has to ensure Jack's safety for all he knows whatever the Overseer has done to Jack as well and if he himself is this damaged he is certain Jack will not survive it without immediate assistance. Finally, claws collide with the rock pulling him out of thought but then immediately reaching and dragging him back in as he limply pulls himself up on the giant boulder of a rock.
'Is he already dead?'
'Have I failed my primary objective?'
'Certainly, it was loud enough that the upstairs residents heard'
'They're helping him'
'They're going to help him right?'
'The Overseer will be able to get them'
'I need to leave'
'I need to get back'
I need to go home'
'I need to protect my family'
Hard thud as he roughly fell hitting his head against the rock throwing the thoughts out of him while making everything so much worse. Pining, hard, sharp, fast but prolonged pain shot through every part of his head. Starting from his right eye exactly the eye he is missing. Just barely missing any vital but definitely hitting something. What no clue but definitely something. What fitting luck for him.
Cursing Moon, Solar, Sun, his own Creators, and hell even Sven the nice Creator, and anyone else who could have possibly been involved in the decision to remove his eye. Then even more insanely not capping it or covering it or doing anything to prevent this. It is basically the equivalent of not stitching someone up after surgery and specifically brain surgery too. The geniuses he is surrounded by can be full of complete and utter nonsensical ignorance and incompetence. Okay maybe that's a bit harsh but if you had a medium sharp pointy rock full force next to basically your brain would you be happy?
"Goddamnit! Were two eyes too frivolous. THAT'S what pushes it."
Groaning as he practically threw himself turning on his back. Scratches gathering all over his head fading the white paint becoming a collage of different sizes of scrapes and shades of greys and black, a slow wet oozing black, oil slowly (thankfully) streaming out of his eye the rock must have hit a circulatory tubing. Shifting himself around trying to sit up against the rock as he tilts his head oil quickly makes its way to his only good eye burning as soon as it reaches the extremely sensitive and vulnerable eye sensor. Pain shooting through his eye and down whatever connects the eye to him feeling like getting shampoo in your eyes when you have a migraine.
Sitting against the rock feeling everything that could be wrong with his body wrong while also having no idea what was wrong with him. No warning pops up in vision to be frank nothing in his vision anyway at the moment and self-diagnostic refusing to work. He closes his eye for a moment taking a deep simulated breath in that smell of grass, fresh air, and an almost plastic-like smell that must be the oil. His body goes temporarily limp his neck rolls forcing him to look at the bright sun in the sky.
"This is day gonna be a rough day.”