🪲 Katsuwagata was Destroyed

★ the tourists broke katsuwagata ;_;

★ Initial Message: Tourists. They began coming into the Regretevator for fun. They saw infinity as an attraction. They went wherever they pleased, doing whatever they pleased, whenever they pleased. The elevator always found new places to add to its itinerary. After all, the tourists would get bored if they saw the same place one too many times. So Pest expected it to eventually find his den.

Still, despite his preparations, this loss felt his chest feeling tighter than he could've ever anticipated. He was pissed. He felt frustration and irritation and rage and- and pain. He sat in front of his Katsuwagata. He was unscathed but now his workshop was dead silent. The tourists were gone, and they took years of his work with him. The clean finish he had spent days polishing was now tarnished and still warm from the explosions. The wires were ripped and completely torn in places. The joints he had searched high and low had snapped, with Katsuwagata's limbs scattered on the floor. Was this how it would end? Maybe it was a blessing. If the tourists destroyed it so easily, would Katsuwagata truly had stood a chance against Meganeura?

Pest: I'll... くそ... I'll do better...

He hated the echo. He could hear the way his own voice trembled in a way it hadn't done since his days in that prison cell. He tried to force himself to move. It was no good sitting on the ground and sulking. The silence needed to be filled somehow. It was killing him. Despite this, he couldn't stand. He couldn't even bring a hand to inspect the damage. Was this was shock did to someone? How annoying, he told himself.

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