One man's trash is another's, uh. Friend? Mar 23, 2021 20:10:06 GMT -6
Post by Skram on Mar 23, 2021 20:10:06 GMT -6
It had been. A long day. Night. Days? Whatever. It didn't matter. What did matter? Skram was hungry. They'd been wandering through this damned forest for ages and all they had to show for it was a bite on their ass and a deer that was stalking them. Well. It wasn't a deer. Something like a deer. It didn't matter, all they knew was that it was following them and didn't want them to know it just yet, so they kept pretending they didn't know it was there. It was easy. There were bigger things on their mind right now. For example? Finding some god damn food.
The forest was a bust. They found some nuts, but that wasn't enough to stop the gnawing feeling in their stomach. So when they finally stumbled upon something that looked like civilization at last they almost collapsed in relief. It was a bit weird how... clean everything was. But that didn't matter! What did matter was that were there was civilization there was trash which meant thrown out perfectly good food.
Skram scurried around, eyes wide, until they finally found what they'd been looking for. Yes. Good. A public trash can. Without a second thought, they scrambled up the side and dove straight in to see if they could find anything to eat.
What they hadn't expected was that, shortly after they dived headfirst into a trash can, one of the lab robots programmed to keep the city clean came by on its routine to collect and empty all of the public trash cans. What the robot hadn't expected to find was someone INSIDE one of the public trash cans. The poor robot whirred in distress, trying to remove the tiny 2-no-wait-I'm-3-feet-tall Sakaash from the trash can so it could go about doing its job.
It was.... not very successful.