The night was almost silent besides the whirring of drills and cranking of wrenches. Way up on a hill, next to a tiny house, was a garage. Inside of that garage was a young Lombax. He was trying to repair his old hoverbike, but it refused to be fixed. Sweat dripped from his brow to his nose and he slammed the tools down in frustration. Hed been working all day with no luck.
"Hatchet? Are you alright?" The Lombax perked his ears up at the sound of his best friend.
"Oh, yeah Klunk. I'm fine. Just uh... technical difficulties, heh" Klunk sighed and sat next to his friend.
"Take a break. Its been all day. Work on it tomorrow." The dark Lombax smiled.
"Maybe you're right..."He stretched and then curled up on the worn out couch he usually slept on. Most of the time he was too tired to go into his room, and so this had become his bed. He yawned and then shut his eyes, and drifted to sleep.
Klunk knew things about Hatchet that the Lombax didnt even know. Things that would ruin his life. Hatchet would know, if Klunk had been able to resist the friendship. Klunk would have told the Lombax just to tear him apart. If only they werent friends. He and the Lombax had something in common, something he hoped his friend would never know.