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It has been a while since Plex has saw someone else. Everyone was ether gone or working with the Masterminds, and he wanted to just talk with someone. Anyone, who wouldn't backstab him. Plex tried to lie down, as he jittered a bit. "Plex." It was Foofa. "Yes?" Plex could only talk in small sentences, no big words nor big sentences. "We need you, it's time for your appointment." He dreaded going to his 'appointments'..Last time Plex went, he saw Tootee take her own life due to the pain these two were placing on her. Plex tried to get up, legs wobbly. Foofa entered his room and-
..Tried to help him up? No..this couldn't be Foofa then. He tried to shake her off, feeling a shock of panic going over him. "Get away!" He glitched out, pushing Foofa away. Plex would soon regret that, as he tried to just get it over with. He followed Foofa to the area, shaking. Plex felt his vision get blurry, as he felt tears of oil come from him. "Plex." He didn't hear them, as he fell to the floor, rocking himself back and forth.
"Plex!" Brobee shook the robot, as he tried to get out of this panic attack. It was just a...flashback. Plex hated that. He was safe with Brobee, he didn't need this now. Plex tried to recollect himself, as he tried to speak, yet his voice box was clogged. "Do you need anything? Food? You haven't eaten in a while." They asked, as Plex shook his head. "N-..No." "Do you need your anchor?" Plex nodded, as he tried to grab his stuffed toy of a cat. Plex hated when he had to do this, since it showed Brobee the scars of being with the Masterminds for a few months.
"Your safe here. Safe from the Masterminds. Safe from the drugs."
"Prom-" Plex tried to get the word out, as he was having trouble. "Prom-" He couldn't get it our. "..ise?"
Brobee nodded, and replied "Promise."