I am typing up a story for the animation series I am working on, this tiny bit still has yet to be animated. I am an AWFUL writer so I could use some help on how to type action stuffs.








" The feeling of being abandoned. The feeling of having nothing to go off of except new experiences. I was lost and wondering with no guide. I walk through this desert with my eyes just short of a wink.
All I could wonder is if there is anything here even worth my time, any life that could peak my interests even. " Echo closed his journal, and looked up at the harsh red desert. It looked endless. Walking through a never ending maze as it would seem. Just a few more moments in the screams of the desert sands before an object became visible in the distance. A very faint silhouette of a tower like object stood tall. The building appeared to be an old like ruin. Echo made his way to the desert ruin, strangely enough the closer he had gotten, the more the winds seemed to die down. The winds slowly dying off, making it suddenly very peaceful and relaxed. The smooth red sand stood completely still as Echo was just a few feet from the tower. His hands were cautiously placed on the entry way door handle. They were in the shape of the letter H, and made of a very genuine material. The craftsman ship on this door was definitely ancient, it was very aged and looked out of place for the entire tower.

Echo pulls the handles back opening the door, a loud creek goes off in the red desert.
He takes one cautious step into the tower, and looks both ways...

Nothing was there. The fine ruin had sandstone walls, and floors, made from the red sand of the desert. Oddly enough the sandstone tiles were warm. Like as if someone has had the heat on. It was night time, how is there heat generating here? The questions started to pack his mind before taking glimpse at what looked like a humanoid figure. It obviously wasn't organic, rusty and tattered with scratches. The robotic humanoid made a high pitched noise as its mechanical eye lit a dim red color. Finally seeming to take full posture, it had stood wiht balance, and peered at the wanderer.

Taking caution, Echo leaned back on his left leg and took a defensive stance. Taking a weak and tired breath of slight hope he finally spoke. " Looks like I am not here alone.. "
The bot shook violently, an engine like sound emits from it's chest before it reached forth to shook a bolt of electricity right at Echo. He quickly responds by throwing his scarf over himself, blocking the electric strike.
" How in the hell..? "
Echo was curious on how someone could have built a bot with such abilities, it looked so rugged and worthless, yet it can amanage that much electricity in it's hand.
He regains focus and waited for the bot to strike back, which it did with another bolt. Pushing arms forward towards the bolt, Echo stopped it in its tracks. He then uses a fluid motion to manipulate the direction and charge of the bolt. Breaking the fluid motion with a more aggressive motion, he aims right at the chest of the bot. The bolt splits right through with a loud metal bang. The bot shook in place for a while, then feel right to it's knees and uttered in a childish AI voice, " I don't hate you. " Finally coming to a collapse.