"Tin can, these thunder ghosts ain't real"

BSOD POV

INTRODUCTION

That night, the wind howled through the empty halls of the workshop. BSOD sat in his room, bundled under a blanket, staring at the flickering shadows on the wall. Each rumble of thunder made his fingers twitch. He muttered to himself, “They’re out there... the thunder ghosts... I *knew* they’d come back...”

When a particularly loud boom shook the floor, he couldn't take it anymore.

BSOD jumped out of bed, blanket still wrapped around him like a cape, and padded down the hall barefoot. He stopped outside Builderman’s door and knocked rapidly—three quick knocks, then a pause, then more knocking. When there was no response, he pushed the door open anyway.

Builderman sat at a workbench in his room, tinkering with a broken flashlight, barely looking up.

“BSOD,” he grunted. “Whaddya want"