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Krait walked towards the building. This place... Krait thought to himself, gazing upward, feeling small. But he didn't finish the thought. It somehow seemed irrelevant, and yet he didn't want to face the twisting feeling inside him, some memory of something that seemed out of place in such an otherwise peaceful place...Fear perhaps...
He meandered over the grass, his soft boots folding the blades of grass underfoot. As he aproached the door to the Tower, he began to dart his tongue out. The massive arch of the construct's shoulders was motionless. The air here was so still, and laced with something he couldn't quite place. His little tongue darted out again. Something familiar. No matter.
Krait came to a gradual stop, some six feet away from the construct. Krait cleared his thoat. The soft gurgle that it produced startled him a little. He stepped closer.
"Hello?" He asked, peering intently at the Door Construct. It sat and did not move. Krait stepped closer. "Hello?" He called out to it, his timid voice a little clearer, his ears getting used to the sound of his soft voice.
The construct did not move, did not reply. The air remained still, nothing but the grass around Krait's boots seemed to shift a little. A little more sure of himself, Krait closed the remaining distance between his tiny self and the massive construct. He stopped at its foot and looked up into the arched curve that served as the crown of his shoulders. Krait smiled hopefully at it, and reached out a tiny hand to stroke the metallic-stone substance the massive Door seemed made of. Krait darted his tongue out and wiggled it, tasting the scent.
"My name isth Krait..." Krait told the door, and smiled when it did not reply. He walked before it, only a few small steps. "I'm sthill learning my way around. Thisth was the only place I could really remember." Krait's soft voice lisped softly on the harder 's' sounds he tried to produce. He didn't seem to notice. "I'm not sure what to do now." He told it, smiling up at it, and taking a few steps back the way he'd come. "I don't know anyone...but really, I haven't stheen anyone yet." Krait turned slowly, and looked around at the grass, the tower, and the buildings of the city off down the road. He took his time, tasting the air, looking at each thing his eyes rested on. He tried to remember each, just in case it was important later.
At length Krait came forward to the Construct again and sat with a flop at its base. He drew his knees up to his chest and wrapped his arms around his pale skin, his tail curled around and wound about his leg without his noticing it. He leaned back against the cool, foreign material of the Door, and looked up at it. "It'sth awfully quiet today. Even the birds don't stheem to be sthinging." He rested his chin on his arms and smiled at the softness of the velvet brushing his cheek. "Kind of peaceful." Krait closed his black and blue eyes and sat listening. Occassionally he darted his tongue out, keeping an ear attentive to something different or exciting...
But as the minutes rolled past lazily, and nothing disturbed him at this secluded venue, Krait's head grew heavier and he began to doze.

Krait wandered back to the Tower. He had focused very hard last time he had walked here, and it enabled him to make his way much faster than before. He took a good look around the green grass before the tower, and as usual, there was no one there. Krait walked up to the Door Construct.
"Hello," Krait said to it and smiled when it ignored him entirely. "How are you today?" Krait nodded to himself as if he were hearing some sort of reply. "I'm having a very good day. I got a present." The Door stood still. Krait tilted his head at it. "Oh, I didn't bring it. No...I want to get better with the binoculars - yesth, my gift was binoculars! I want to get better with the binoculars before i bring them outsthide. I don't want to break them by accthident."
The Door loomed. Krait stepped closer and drew the folded paper from his pocket. "Can you please do me a favour? Can you give thisth to the Man in that Tower?" Krait proffered the paper and sheepishly scuffed his boot toe into the grass.
The paper looked like this:

Krait tucked it into the crook that might have been a knee joint and backed up. "Please, make sure he getsth it." And then Krait nodded and after an awkward moment of stillness the little Rosin turned and scampered out of the clearing, his little tail writhing behind him.

Dylan heard the noise, but didn't think anything of it. He figured it was one of Sparks's experiments gone bad... nothing new there. Sure, it was a little dramatic, even for the little guy, but that's the risk you sometimes took.

When the power went out, the slug boy figured that was a byproduct of the experiment. He took it in stride... meaning, he grabbed a self-contained light that would affect the current project he was working on, something involving a lot of gears, wires, and a circuit board.

The transistor was not connecting right, and for the life of him Dylan couldn't figure it out. He'd have to go ask Sparks. It had been awhile since the big bang, so the guy was probably settled down by now... The boy left his room, his little trouble-causing invention in his hands.

It was then that he saw the damage. That must have been one very big explosion Sparks caused... geesh!

Dylan arrived at the workshop, and noticed that Sparks was nowhere to be found. That did not bode well, especially with the condition the Tower also seemed to be in. Now.... he realized something wasn't right, and Sparks! Where was Sparks?

The boy dropped his invention, now forgotten, and ran off. He had to find Sparks!

.... Dylan came upon the towering robot. He would have admired the creation if his eyes weren't on the limp form hanging from the cockpit... for there was Sparks... and he wasn't moving!

Frantic, the boy scurrified up the mecca, his sandaled feet slipping every now and then. He made it to Sparks, voice raw from yelling for the man during his climb. Still, no response. Now that he was near, Dylan shook the man gently. All he got for his effort was a groan. There was no way he could get Sparks out and down safely... he'd need supplies...

Dylan left and returned, with lots of fabric and some normal metal poles. Sometimes the best 'inventions' were the simplest. With them, he made a slide to bring Sparks down safely... Once there, he made a stretcher and ran off with the unconscious man strapped to the stretcher.