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[raceme]

WHO: Blurr and YOU~
WHERE: The junkpile
WHEN: Afternoon
WHAT: Blurr found his Christmas's present. He's not taking it very well.
WARNINGS: Racers having metal breakdowns over tiny cubes.

His systems seemed to be overheating badly, and he wasn't being particularly successful at cooling them down no matter how hard he tried. His engine revved a depressed tune as he observed the cube and tried to not break down into hysterics or laugh at the irony of it all.

Blurr knew that he probably looked pathetic, sitting in the middle of the junk pile and staring at a crushed mass that looked too much like himself for his liking, completely incapable of standing up. If this was a joke it wasn't a funny one. His hands twitched. He couldn't ignore the cube, nor he could throw it away. Who knew what it really was. It was wrapped when he found it and it had a tag with his name on it after all. And the stupid santa hat.

Blurr cradled his head in the crook of his arm and wrapped his other arm around his legs, trying to ignore how much his spark chamber hurt right now.

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[tearsofsteel]

Albert looks at the cube, puzzled. There was something about that cube, "And why shouldn't it?"

[raceme]

"Because t-that cube is me..it's how I ended..back in my world. CHEETOR TOLD ME."

It comes out rushed but it's not complexity impossible to understand. He will apologize to Albert for the mental breakdown once he's feeling more like himself. For now, he will just stare at the cube as if it might grow teeth and attack them at any moment.

[tearsofsteel]

"Blurr..."

He never really saw a robot so horribly traumatized. Not like this. He understands that kind of pain and he knows there's not much he can do right now. All he can do is lean in close for a sort of pat,

However this person changed Blurr, whoever they were, it was monstrous. Was no race safe from the horrors of war? Albert began to feel doubtful. But he payed his own feelings little mind.

"Maybe it was only in an alternate universe. Maybe it isn't even the same cube."

[raceme]

He's been trying to deal with this issue since arrived here. The fact it seemed unreal helped but now that cube is there, in front of him, and he can't help but wonder 'what if'.

He looks at Albert with apprehension. "That means it happened in MORE THAN one universe."

[tearsofsteel]

Albert wish he knew what happened. But he wasn't going to prod, he wasn't like that.

"But it hasn't happened to you. You..." he falters momentarily, "...you can't fix what happened. But you can try to prevent the bad that might happen."

[raceme]

Blurr would try to explain if he asked, but he can't guarantee that his explanation would make any sense. He doesn't talk for a few seconds, the sounds coming of his engine slowly dying to a more steady revving.

"N-no it didn't happen to me but I...." He shakes his head, trying to focus. "Iknowyouareright...it's just..hard."

[tearsofsteel]

Again, Albert wasn't so great at the whole opening up with people thing. His metallic hand rests on Blurr's side, a small comforting move.

"I know." he looks down, "Some things you can never really get over. People tell you it'll heal, but it never really goes away. But you can learn to live with it."

A small smile breaks his lips, "As long as you have others."

[raceme]

He's really helping Blurr, even if it's not easy to tell. Just having someone there for him means a lot to the Elite Guard agent.

"Do I ^have too?" He sounded whiny but he gave Albert a shy smile. "Thanks, Albert."

[tearsofsteel]

He can't be any worse than Jet, trust him. Albert knows he has to boost the police force's morale overall and Blurr is a part of the police force.

"It's not easy, but nothing ever is. Just...try to hang in there."

[raceme]

Oh, what did Jet do? Blurr fidgets but finally nods in agreement.

"I will ...try. C-can we go somewhere else? I don't think I cnn deal with that things right now."

[tearsofsteel]

He pats the mech, nodding towards the horizion.

"Yeah, let's get out of here. I think the police headquarters needs us anyway."

[raceme]

Blurr nods and stands up, shacking slightly. He doesn't trust himself enough to drive properly.

"Did something happen?"

[tearsofsteel]

"No just...best to keep your mind off things, right?

At least as far as he knows. Albert begins walking, hopefully Blurr will follow.

[raceme]

"Yes, you are right..." And after work Blurr is going to turn into his car mode and recharge for 14 hours. "Thank you Albert..for everything..."