"Hello there!" Anatron stepped towards them with his hand held forward. Jeroth wasn't sure if Anatron realized his clothes were singed and smoking.
"Anatron... man... you do realize that--"
"Hm? Oh, my clothes! Yes, that happened when the fire started."
"The fire?" Elliot took a step back.
"Yeah, long story, me and Art blew up a planet. What did you guys do, uh--" Anatron looked outside. "Tonight. What did you guys do tonight?"
"We... worked," Elliot and Jeroth finished each other's sentence.
"Oh. Well that blows. Want to do literally anything we can think of?" Anatron moved towards the door of the bank and pushed it open. He swept his hand toward them as if to say, Come along!
That same strange whirring sound began again in the broom closet. With it, the sound of a fire grew louder before disappearing entirely, along with the whirring sound. The broom closet grew dead and quiet again.
"Well!?"
What do Elliot and Jeroth do?
Follow Anatron
Stay
Custom