[honeycreeper]

Name: Droid
Gender: male
What's in the bag?:

Lights flashed off a brightly colored carpet. It’s chaotic - scary for a first timer. Droid is the very definition of a first timer. As he walks by a few hyper kits, he gets a little jumpy;

‘It’s kinda cramped in here’ he thinks worriedly. ‘Will I even make it in time?’ with a quick glance to his bag, Droid is off - weaving in-between unsuspecting kalons and buzzing games.

He goes in-between two games – a pinball machine and some sort of racing game, he notes subconsciously – before his bag is snagged on a ragged piece of the machine. It jerks him, and the bag is broken before his very eyes.

Droid’s breath hitches and his eyes fill with tears. This is his favorite bag, white leather and older than time itself. He tentatively picks it up with his mouth and carries on faster than before.

Seconds seem to pass before his bag flashes once, twice, three times. Neon green light pours from the leather and Droid is on high alert. His head snaps around and - there! A dark corner, to hide from prying eyes safely. He bounds over, and darts into the darkness. He looks into his bag – his ancient compass is bright. It can’t only tell north from south, but also past from present. With this compass, Droid can go anywhere, anytime.

But he’s only got three minutes left. Enough time for one game.

Droid’s head tilts to the left and there it is – the claw machine. He instantly bounds towards the claw machine and right there, toppling ever so carefully is the pixel plushie that sold out over a thousand years ago. He uses his last coin.

Left, right, left, left, down! He gets the plush and disappears with a neon flash and a wide smile.
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