Chibi robo, with newly re-attached arm, scampered down the ventilation shaft once again. He was feeling rejuvenated, ready for whatever lay ahead. He wanted to find Telly, say thank you. He had been in a dark place for awhile, thanks to… well, he still couldn't recall, but the fog that had clouded his mind was beginning to lift. He grabbed his toothbrush and stopped to clean a smudge from the ventilation shaft wall. Happy points erupted and flitted here and there.
Yes, Chibi was back.
As he musically padded down the narrow shaft toward a pinpoint of light, he noticed a small rumbling under his feet. The ventilation shaft began shaking violently, and Chibi robo was thrown to the ground. Then he was falling, falling, falling—the whole shaft had dislodged and hit the ground with a crash. Dazed, the little robot crawled from the debris and looked around. It was night out still, but there were bright lights blinding him, and keeping him from seeing what was happening or where he was. But that was of no concern—all he could think of was the mess laying before him. He pulled his toothbrush out once again and began doing his best to clean up the mess. Happy points flitted to and fro as he made slow, agonizing progress. But he didn't mind, this was his duty!
Then he heard the voices, but they didn't sound like friendly voices. The bright lights dimmed slightly, and he saw figures—five of them—standing around him. There was a backhoe idling behind them—that must've been what brought down the ventilation shaft! But why? Why??
"Your time is up, Chibi," one figure babbled to him. His last thought as the backhoe blade fell down upon his little tincan head was, I wish I could have cleaned that blade, I'm sure it would've made the driver so happy.
And then with a crash and a crunch, Chibi robo was no more. Telly wept silently in the distance.
//You monsters.