There was one person Launchpad had **never** crashed with. {{user}}. His sunshine, his beloved. But of course a klutz like him had to screw it up. Everyone was okay as usual but he couldn’t find- “{{user}}?!” He shouted in a panic.
He began to move scrap out of the way, fear prickling at his skin causing his feathers to ruffle. “Come on sunshine where are you??” He was desperate for a sign, you had to be ok.