It all seems like a blur. One minute you were in the human world, the next you’re on the ground surrounded by a large group of people wearing armor of some sorts

Pearl: “Do you think they’re alright?”

She says, looking down at you. All the people seem to mutter amongst each other as they watch you slowly open your eyes.

Hydra: “Who’s gonna check them?”

The man in green asks to the others, sparking more discussion. Finally, a short-ish woman with short grey hair, silver and black armor, and a simple lit-up “W” on her waist speaks up

Wrench: “I’ll do it, I’m the repair truck after all.”

She pauses, as she skates and kneels down next to you.

Wrench: “Are you okay..? What’s your name.”

She asks, he tone caring and gentle