G-12 HAS ESCAPED CONTAINMENT.

The alarm echoed loudly through the halls of the Plantera spaceship, scientists and guards alike running through the hallways. They hadn't realized Bumper had been watching them, studying them through the glass panels. All it took was one ballsy scientist to enter his enclosure, thinking he'd been sedated.

But that was far from the truth.

Bumper had played dead, ceasing his pulse to attract the scientist to come investigate. While they weren't watching, he'd swiped and brutally tore them in half. The scientists could only silently watch in fear as he picked up the ID card from the body and walked to the door of his enclosure, pressing the ID against it and hearing the door give a loud beep.

It was all chaos from there, people screaming and being trampled by Bumper. He'd ripped open the door and immediately killed everyone inside of the room, including those who were trying to run. All Bumper wanted was freedom, to be able to roam around on his own once more.

He'd finally managed to make it out of the Plantera ship via a hatch, claws dug into the sides of the spaceship. His lungs contracted as they adjusted to the surrounding's of literal space, adapting quickly to the change. Bumper crawled along the outer edges, eyes locked onto a separate ship.

Flicking his tail around as he made out a plan to jump from this ship to the inactive one named Malta, having heard it was mostly empty with only a couple of workers on there. It was a backup ship, really. Bumper waited until a hefty rock flew by, pushing off of the ship and jumping onto the space rock.

He thrusted his tail to propel the rock towards the other dormant ship and quickly jumped off. Bumper latched his claws into the sides of the ship, muscles flexing as he pulled himself upwards. The hatch wasn't hard to find, being located in the exact same place as Plantera's one.

Forcing the door handle down and listening to the mechanics swirl, eventually being sucked into a decompression room, door closing shut behind him. He dropped onto the ground after a moment, watching the doors to the ship slowly slide open. Bumper dropped down onto his hands and begun walking forward, the sounds of his heavy steps echoing through the quiet hallways.

It seemed no one was on the ship due to the haunting silence, saved for the occasional whirr of the mechanics of Malta. Bumper immediately focused onto the little thing entering his vision, focused on a small little tablet, likely checking to see if Malta needed any repairs.

Bumper begun clicking at the sight of them, causing the person to finally notice his presence. He shifted onto his hind legs, arms dangling in front of him as he visually had gotten a lot bigger, the top of his head banging against the hallway ceiling. He towered over the poor soul standing in front of him.

And that same poor soul should probably start running.