The Protectors; Book 1

Lost Signal

Illoha's POV:

Foxete comes running over to where I sit.
"The signal on Acron's signal tuner went out!" She looks at me, internal panic.
"Okay, stay calm." I instruct, "I'm sure he's fine. Maybe the signal got blocked?"
"That's impossible" her voice cracks.
"How so?" Arie asks.
"I designed it so the signal would only go down when the device was smashed to bits." She gulps.
I'm too shocked to say anything.
"It's just his signal tuner, maybe it's not him?" Arie asks.
"Yeah." Fox looks me dead in my eyes. She's almost asking for me to look in her thoughts,
He's dead and you know it.
"We don't know if he's dead." I regain my composure, "Now excuse me, I need to check on Keeva."
I walk out of the room. I can tell Foxete is definitely panicking.
I'm glad she didn't go with him.

Foxete's POV:

"Acron?" I ask through the radio.
Nothing but static.
I want to panic, to rush down there to find him, to protect him, but I have a crew to think about, and a reputation to uphold.
"Arie, please go try to communicate with the Yizel commander." I ask, turning my back and walking away.
"Yeah, alright." She says hesitantly.
I need somewhere to be alone.
    I wander the ships walls until I reach an area I've never seen. I go upstairs. There's nobody up here. I see a high-up window ledge big enough to fit me on it, so I climb up and sit down. I stare at the stars. They're really pretty, it's hard to imagine something so beautiful could hide so much bad. I refuse to look at Dex's planet.
Does he even know his planet is under attack?
I close my eyes and tuck in my knees. It feels good to not care again, to be free for a bit. I know I won't be free, not until this war is over.
"Foxete?" I hear a quiet, British, voice ask.
My eyes open and I look down, it's Icey.
"Uh, hey. Whatcha need?" I sigh.
"I was looking for Acron." She smiles.
"He's not here." I look out the window.
"Oh, well where is he?" Icey asks.
"Probably..." I couldn't finish the sentence. I choke up.
"He's on Enolva." I cough.
"Enolva?" Icey asks, confused.
"That man downstairs, Dex, he's from there. He's orange with white eyes." I don't look at her. I'm afraid that if I do, I'll break.
"When will he be back?" She asks.
I don't say anything.
We sit in silence before I finally speak, "I don't know." My voice breaks a bit.
"Is he safe?" She asks, concerned.
"I don't know Icey!" I burst out, "He's probably dead!"
I breathe deeply and look at her, "I'm sorry, he left to save Bonnie. I don't think he'll be back for awhile. Please leave, I want to be alone."
"Oh... alright." She turns away and leaves.
I need to call Freddy and tell him I won't be able to make it to the party.

Acron's POV:

That stupid bot destroyed my signal tuner.
Dammit.
Foxete is probably worried to all hell. I wander around the desert, Derpy said Bonnie went out here in search of Funtime Freddy, idiot.
"Hello!" I hear a cheery voice exclaim.
I turn around and it's that devilish android girl that works for Freddy, Kat.
"Uh, hi." I back up slowly.
"Now, where do you think you're going?" A crazed, higher, voice laughed maniacally.
Funtime Freddy.
"Home." I blunt out stupidly.
"Not a chance, pal." He laughs.
Next minute I'm out cold.
I knew I would die for this idiot.

Foxete's POV:

I appear in Freddy's pizzeria.
"Hello?" I ask, walking in.
Hopefully Micheal isn't here.
I check the stage, no Freddy.
I wander into Kat's office, no Kat.
"Freddy?" I call out.
"He's not here." A Springbonnie suit scoffs, "God, I thought we got rid of all Foxete models."
"Who are you?" I roll my eyes.
"William Afton." He sneers.
Really?! Him?!
"Great, I didn't come here for you, where's Freddy." I cross my arms.
"Don't know." He shrugs.
"I'll call him then." I pull out my radio.
"Hello?" Freddy answers.
"I won't be able to make it on my birthday, nor will Bonnie." I sigh.
"Why?" He asks.
"Bonnie is missing, and I need to look for him and my friend, Acron." I walk to the portal room, "We can hang here today if you want though."
"I can't leave this place." He sighs, "Another time!"
"Another time then." I smile.
This isn't the last time I see him I suppose.

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