Drabble 1

The machine's soft buzz hummed into nothingness, leaving the murky lab silent. Kururu popped his helmet off without hesitation; Pirarah removed his more cautiously, taking in the underground facility between blinks to make certain that this was reality; Saburo was freed from the Soul Diver as it hissed open. However, he did not seem to be taking advantage of his release. No one emerged from the glass-shrouded darkness of the diver.

A full minute must have passed, if not more, before the atmosphere in the room became too much for even Kururu himself, and he crossed over to the diver, shoving the hatch wide to reveal what had been the only real possibility.

“...Hn.”

Still, expecting the crumpled, corpse-still figure of a particular silver-haired Pekoponian did not necessarily make it a more pleasant sight.