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The tall plant wasn’t much better off than Tora was, but at least he seemed to be moving. How’d he manage bein’ hit by that thing twice? Just once was torture.
“Yes! Her time-freezing device—made real! Once I install this, you two’ll dead.” Of course it was that. Ain’t that just the way. The small wrinkled rat waddled confidently over to Timmy who was kneeling on the floor. He maneuvered his way to the back, and started clambering up to its head.
Tora tried to get up, hit his head on something, felt a jolt, and spun around to see.
On the wall behind him was a long metal rod shooting off sparks. It was mounted to the wall with a series of thick wires atop a tiny shelf—evidently what Tora hit his noggin on. The wires travelled down the wall and fed into the floor.
The electric floor.
“Bork!” He looked to find the tiny dog again with the magic sword.
“Almost got it…” Rakak muttered from behind the golem’s head.
“Miss Bandi—” FPS gave Tora a panicked look.
“Stay there!” He called back. The gears in his head were already turning.
Tora grabbed the sword and started running towards FPS. The tiny dog chased after, excited.
“Almost…” Rakak muttered again.
The thief spun on his heels, swinging the sword overhead. He could hear the dog barking in anticipation.
“Got it!” Rakak cried.
“GO FETCH!” Tora yelled.
Timmy booted up, its carved magic lines shining with a newfound dangerous glow. The thief swung out the sword as if to throw it and then swiftly hid it. The dog blipped out of existence and reappeared on the shelf where the metal rod was mounted. It started tugging.
“Say goodbye, you ugly weeds!” Rakak laughed, sliding off of Timmy’s smooth body. Only when he reached the floor did he notice the tiny dog at its task.
“Wait, is that my dog? What are you doing?” He squinted at it, puzzled, then shrieked when he realized. “Wait! No! Bad dog! T.I.M.M.Y. stop him!”
The little stone pup plucked the rod from its place, Tora jammed the magic sword into the floor, and the floor dissipated, leaving only the floor tile beneath FPS and Tora. Timmy, with its master latched to its leg in fear, vanished just as it did, attempting to freeze time too late. It flickered back with its master, seeming to hover for just a moment, then tipping backwards into the sky. Rakak screamed in a mix of rage and fear as he tumbled down with his life’s work.
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