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4th Vertebrae / Video
[Another night in the park, playing for the people who might be hurrying on their way, home from work and errands. He'd noticed the small jolts near the end, grimacing slightly but otherwise writing them off as maintanence issues. He'd have that checked out soon enough. For now though it was time to pack away his things, guitar slung over his back as he started on his way.
He didn't notice the feed, instead definitely more concerned with the next jolt that made his hands twitch, optics dimming slightly as he flexed his fingers.]
What'd I pinch a wire or something? [Mumbled under his proverbial breath as he continued on, giving his jacket a light tug in an almost reflexively defensive manner. He wasn't very fleet of foot to begin with and the jolts that seemed to be coming more often and with more strength were definitely not helping matters, especially as they increased to the point that he had to stop completely when they hit, or else misstepping and hitting the ground when his frame jerked.
Grabbing his phone, he seemed a bit bewildered to find it already on and recording. When had that happened?]
Hey could so--! [As the clock hit 9pm, the video feed snowed out briefly, whatever the titanium bot was saying dissolving into a staticky noise. The interference faded quickly enough, the phone obviously laying on the ground from the angle, dropped by the bot who's frame spasmed almost violently, optics overbright from the voltage that could actually be seen in the dark, dancing in the gaps between what plating was visible. It wasn't long before something in his chassis sparked, and his optics went dark as he sank, shoulders slumped, head bowed as steam billowed from seams and vents, fingers still twitching from the disappating electricity.]
He didn't notice the feed, instead definitely more concerned with the next jolt that made his hands twitch, optics dimming slightly as he flexed his fingers.]
What'd I pinch a wire or something? [Mumbled under his proverbial breath as he continued on, giving his jacket a light tug in an almost reflexively defensive manner. He wasn't very fleet of foot to begin with and the jolts that seemed to be coming more often and with more strength were definitely not helping matters, especially as they increased to the point that he had to stop completely when they hit, or else misstepping and hitting the ground when his frame jerked.
Grabbing his phone, he seemed a bit bewildered to find it already on and recording. When had that happened?]
Hey could so--! [As the clock hit 9pm, the video feed snowed out briefly, whatever the titanium bot was saying dissolving into a staticky noise. The interference faded quickly enough, the phone obviously laying on the ground from the angle, dropped by the bot who's frame spasmed almost violently, optics overbright from the voltage that could actually be seen in the dark, dancing in the gaps between what plating was visible. It wasn't long before something in his chassis sparked, and his optics went dark as he sank, shoulders slumped, head bowed as steam billowed from seams and vents, fingers still twitching from the disappating electricity.]