I left my work since it was an emergency. There better not be any repercussions for me leaving.
Anyone who would blame me for what I did needs to have a mental health evaluation.
I admit that I was speeding and I was shocked that no police officer was around to pull me over especially since people like me tend to get stopped more, let’s be honest.
I finally got to the site and I couldn’t believe what I saw.
Despite the building being clearly damaged, I didn’t see any smoke or fire around. It was if part of the building just vanished.
“Seble!” I heard Waverly’s voice. He looked roughed up and his clothes got ruffled. He had cuts and bruises on his face.
Before we could reunite, I heard some gunfire and some robots emerging from the wreckage of the studio.
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