itsjustcambot | First Report

[Cambot's moving up to deck 7 from deck 6, it catches sound of some strangled noises that are coming from farther down the deck, around one of the bookshelves. Moving slowly in case of any incoming laser-attacks, Cambot circles around the shelf... and pauses.]

[There's a mess of papers spread out on the floor, not even a nest so much as a mountain that seem to be pages from scripts and various other looseleafs. Even in this state, she would not shred a book - but there are books there as well, open and dumped around and generally looking bad. Almost all of the pages visible have many, many, many red markings on them, scribbles and X-es and arrows and giant ovals and every possible combination of editing mark you can think of. In the middle of this, there is a purple unicorn, her mane a little messed up and her eyes a little crazed, sort of curled in around herself. She seems to be muttering something, and Cambot slowly drifts forward to try and catch it...]

-promise, I promise, I won't let them get you! Nothing can hurt you ever again, I swear! No one will ever harm you! I'll take care of you until the end of time-

[What's she speaking to? ...The thesaurus and dictionary she's clutching to her body protectively, as if they're wounded children. And to Twilight, they are.]