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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." 

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Plex rolled along the streets, taking in the absolute beauty of his new home. ‘Just so Sweet’, perfect pun and candy store! Plex wanted some sweets, since it was caffeine and it made him awake. ‘Adam and Eve’s’? Hm.. book store, from the looks of it, with some books out front. Plex wasn’t peaking through the curtain(good for his innocence, lol), it was too much work.

He kept rolling, till something stopped whim dead in his tracks and almost made him fall over. “..stupid rocks.” Plex muttered, looking down to get the rock out of his built in weelies. When he got it out, he looked up.

”Hello there!” 

The voice startled Plex, as the robot fell down. “Who?!” Plex got that out, as he stared at the man. He was about 5’8, dark skin and a orange cap paired with casual wear. “Lance. DJ Lance, nice to meet you!” Lance chuckled, lending a hand to the shaky robot.

Plex was skeptical. He didn’t trust the man, trying to understand what we’re his motives for helping the robot-

“You okay? You were spacing out.” Plex shook his head, getting up himself. “Fine.” He said, walking off. He wasn’t trusting DJ Lance off the bat.

Plex learned his lesson with Muno, and he wasn’t risking it.