The aftermath had left many questions unanswered, many families shattered, many homes broken. Not even her own workshop was spared. Her directive clearly ignored any sense of self-preservation, despite how painful it could be for her work to be all dumped to waste. Slimes were left like stains on the cracked floors, the door left unhinged as the only thing barring entry, documents and burnt papers scattered or turned to nothing but ashes, and the sunlight pierced from the gaps in the ceiling.
The ones who suffered the worst had to be the citizens of Finweald itself. Tick knew better than to not use alternative routes compared to the main roads themselves. Not like her body could sustain any more battles, not when spears and sticks were rised against her, understandably so, by any who remembered her face. Non-lethal approaches were so difficult: Overtune them a little, and you blow someone's face off, but if you hold back too much you may get yourself killed!
How bothersome, but a few more cracks were a better trade than more red on the streets. Also not a good idea to stain in blood the only cloak she had to conceal eachother with...
And she fled. Until silence was all Tick Tock could hear. It felt awfully familiar to cold to her, now lonely within a broken home, untainted by blood or the voices that once screamed and were now mere hums to their ears. Even the sound of bolts and wrenches weren't enough to keep the abyss at bay.
She grew too used to the noisy workplace she shared with her twin, and while pain wasn't a problem she suffered, the glitching in her system blurred her vision and turned it into faulty code.
"Our friends are safeEEef." Tock said once she climbed out of the basement, pulling the hood down once again as she peered over to the vessel Tick had begun to work on. "You said we wouldn't have to change again." Tock pondered outloud.
"Tick doesn't want to either, but we don't have much of a choOOic-ice now do we? Maybe someone shouldn't have kept a ton of explosives at reach without some kind of safe word or something!" She replied, putting down her tools on top of the doll.
"Don't blame T-ttOOcK! It was fun!" Tock exclaimed, spreading her arms to gesture to their surroundings. Tick knew she meant more than their workshop in this case-- They had Finweald as their playfield, for a few long minutes at least. If anything, their spider bots were proven a success, despite most of their antics being assisted by their second mama.
"Yes. Yes it was. Until mama came along." Yet remorse was the last thing she could feel at the moment. If anything, they didn't technically play with Eva at all! That wasn't them! "But she's alive, yes? And so is Kyanna."
@Eva