The elevator doors finally closed behind them, the pair sharing a common dislike to how loud it was. Great. Now anything here would know somebody who shouldn't be was here too..

.. but maybe that would be a good thing?
Maybe.

"Is Your walkie-talkie still working,.?"
Scraps asks Shrimpo, the two hiding behind a set of forgotten crates.

A small interference came from a hand-held device in shrimpo's hands, followed by an even smaller flickering light.

"Yeah."
He'd reply.

Scraps nodded, looking out towards the dark her ears folded downwards, tail swinging low in a feared anticipation.

She'd slowly reach for her bag, taking out the flashlight and turning it on almost reluctantly.

She pointed it towards the left side of the elevator, shrimpo's eyes following the light along side scraps'.

..
Ichor.

And by an unhealthy amount.

Shrimpo stepped forward towards it, pointing his own flashlight even further.

There wasn't any sign of Goob, just the spillage of ichor that stretched out further into the overbearing darkness.
Tracks..
Footsteps of larger sets, medium and small all went along in the same direction.

They both held their breath individually,
Anxiety fleeting between the both of them.

".. he's alive.."
scraps mumbled.

".. yea."
Shrimpo finally replied.

They stared at the ichor unknowingly for a little bit before scraps' ears went back up again with. Rapid twitch. She wrapped her tail around Shrimpo with haste, dragging him back behind the crates again swiftly.

"WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK—"
His mouth was .. very quickly covered.

Shrimpo tried to retaliate, but paused only moments later.

Thump...
Thump.

Large, heavy footsteps approached from the shadows, followed by a muffled sniff.

Pebbles.

And.. another smaller figure, though in comparison to pebbles himself, they're taller than average.

Their shaky mechanical out-stretched arms leaned onto pebbles' back for support, only taking a few steps forward before standing completely still. All they seemed to do was stare at the elevator door solemnly, shifting their head towards the darker side of the room — to the crates. Pebbles lowered his head down beside them, giving a curious and playful grumble.

It took a while before a raspy, painful voice finally called out.

"Shrii?.. rara?"
"—Is that you?"

Its voice was lost, struggling to even make itself clear.

Scraps retreated her hand back to herself, Shrimpo almost immediately stepped outward, bag now gripped onto by scraps.

She uttered a small,
'No- not yet- pebbles is there.'

Shrimpo scowled, whack-brushing her hand off.

A sudden light lifted the uneasy room.

Goob almost stepped backwards from it,
Pebbles immediately growling followed by a sudden double-bark. Goob quickly lifted his arms up towards the large dog's head, mumbling incoherently out of reassurance.

— SHRIMPO'S POV —

If anything.. I'm surprised he's even willingly getting close to pebbles twisted counterpart at all.. then again when you've been alone for a little while it makes a- kind of sense?.

.. I really shouldn't have waited so long to get down here. Or scraps for that matter. It's just made everything shittier. Way shittier. I blink, walking up to the two fully, pausing just a little ways infront of them, tilting the flashlight down a bit so it wouldn't aggravate pebbles anymore then it already had.
..it's so weird to be this close to him and not freak the fuck out.

I glance up towards Goob.
He stares back at me, droopy-eyed.
I can see him try to open his other eye, though it doesn't work very well.

"We're gonna get you out of here, alright?"
I finally say something.

"Wh—"
He'd just hug me almost immediately.
I don't know what I was expecting..
should've seen this one coming.

I return it.
There was only scraps and I guess pebbles around so.. I didn't really care.
Then again I don't think I really care at all anymore. After everything that's happened -
What's the point in trying to keep this all one stupid fucking secret.

Goob's strangely cold though, it's like hugging a dead body.
I slightly recoiled from a sudden warmth from my back that broke the cold, ichor dripping down from it. Only a little, though.

"OW— ow okay OW-"
I mumble-yell frantically, goobs' arms untangling themselves and going backwards in concern. He stares down at them in an almost utter disbelief of himself.

. . Riighttt. He has claws.
He stares at me worryingly, trying to find the energy in his voice to say sorry.

"It's fine we can uhm.. file them down or something later."
I manage to tell him, flinching a little from the sudden sting.

Goob tilts his head at me sorrowfully before looking back upwards and ahead again with a blink. I turn around to stare too.

Scraps stands there teary-eyed.
I'll say this now. I've never seen her so.. distraught before? If that's the right word anyways. I think it is.
I can't exactly blame her though.
She's had a rough time.

...

".. goob?"