Midnight Hour [Private Post]
Once again, like a reoccurring joke without a good punchline the makeshift family of fakers and machines alike are on the move for the third time, making their way to wherever they could find themselves
As a result, the group unsure where to go or carry themselves checked into a motel not too far from the city they once resided within, forced to leave before the question of moving became one of their own choosing as the city crumbled and decayed beneath them
^([See that unfortunate surprise in issues,) ^(Hour of Firestone) ^(and) ^(Hour of Recovery)^(])
Now, as the group slept in this small temporary living space, one was different. The green tenrec, her eyes open and glancing around her shared room. Sitting on the floor against the side of the bed, restlessly...
Tick-Tock
Once more she glanced to the, rather annoying, grandfather clock. Ears twitching in regards to the sound, a tiny spark dancing along her earrings for a moment. It shouldn't have been so loud, it couldn't be that loud, but she was all too aware of it. Clock, door to Kit's and Mira's rooms, bed with Slipstream, again. Yet another cycle she wasn't fond of, and yet her drowsy eyes danced over them.
Tick-Tock!
Stupid grandmother clock or whatever it was called, likely thought Surge before she did so again. A glance to the door for a moment, and then the next to the "sleeping" robot on the bed. There wasn't breath to check or the like, but thankfully he still moved a bit in his sleep, so she knew he was okay.... They were all okay, so why did she keep checking? She was aware of that was she not, yet she remained unable to sleep, as if worrying about something somehow going wron-
^(Creak!)
Surge jolted, immediately looking up and towards the window. Even the faintest of noise from the window had set her off. And gazing to it she was met by a faint magenta glow..
The light came from some form of symbol she couldn't recognize. It was attached to a mask, much like spotlights that stared down whoever happened to be in front of them, and from there she slowly made out the rest. Poking out from under the mask, and even layered ontop of it somewhat, was light grey fur. It was fashioned much like a certain time-traveler's quills, an uncanny mimicry.
But besides that, she couldn't make out much more, a cloak covering the rest. Wordlessly standing there for reasons unknown, only the faintest movement of her tail behind her proved she was a living creature. It was a female ferret of some kind. But she remained there, staring through the darkness of the room. Only one thing was clear, this was no ordinary girl...
DOOONG... DOOONG... DOOONG...
And so, as the clock struck twelve, thus began the confrontation between them.