So, you know how Jak Cooper the Lombax has a story about Ratchet acting like a cat? And she accepts requests for people who want kitty Ratchet to do something? Well, I was bored and I thought that doing a story like that would be pretty fun. but, I had to think of something to take requests for. And my answer came as soon as my question.
Lombax Clank!
Yeah, everyone loves a Lombax Clank. Heck, one of my OCs is a Lombax Clank (LC for short).
So, here's what you need to know: Clank drank some strange looking oil that Ratchet had bought for him (he thought that it was gourmet oil and that Clank would want it). Clank's fuel tanks started to ache after drinking the oil, so he went to bed early. But, when he woke up the next morning, he had turned into a gray Lombax with black stripes! Now Ratchet is going to have to teach Clank everything there is to being an organic until he returns to his robot self.
And now, here's where you all come in! Basically, I need ideas for what Lombax Clank should do. Just think of something that robot Clank couldn't think, feel, do, etc. And I'll write those requests.
Rules:
KEEP YOUR REQUEST APPROPRIATE PLEASE.
NO YAOI/SLASH.
ONE TO TWO REQUESTS PER PERSON.
DON'T FORGET TO TAKE A TOASTER ONCE YOU'RE DONE READING THIS CHAPTER.
Now then, I'll be starting off the one-shots with the one thing that Clank never did when he was a robot...
Breathing
"Clank, Clank, pal, calm down! You're gonna pass out at this rate!" Ratchet begged his friend.
The gray and black Lombax was barely standing as he placed a hand on his chest and began breathing at a very rapid pace. The not-longer-robot had not noticed how t get the hang of inhaling and exhaling. And his surprise and fear of becoming a Lombax brought his breathing to an out of control level. With every breath, he could feel his conscious slipping more and more.
Ratchet grabbed Clank's shoulders and led him over to the couch, pushing him downwards so he could sit. Clank laid his back on the couch, his eyes wide and his breathing still rapid. His chest was starting to hurt now, putting him in a state of panic.
"I-I-I c-can't-t st-sto-op! H-he-lp-p m-me R-R-Rat-t-ch-ch-et-t!"
"Okay! First you need to calm down, calming down is the key! Think happy thoughts! Think science! Think of the...the periodic table and...uh...th-think molecules and nerd stuff like that!"
After a moment, Clank's breathing slowed down a tiny bit. This was good. This was progress. But he was still breathing at an unhealthy level. So, Ratchet hurried into the kitchen area and dug through a drawer. His ears perked up after he found a brown paper bag. Then he went back to Clank and handed it to him.
"Breathe in this. Trust me, it will help."
But the Lombax couldn't help but roll his eyes and Clank shoved his entire face into the bag and started breathing in it. He grabbed the gray Lombax's ear and pulled his face out.
"Not like that! Just grab the top of it with your hands...there, perfect. Now try it."
Clank, with his newly adjusted bag, put his mouth on the bag's now small opening. He breathed in and out, making the bag deflate then inflate. His breathing slowed down a lot after a few minutes, and his eyes were no longer wide. Clank's shoulders relaxed and he put the paper bag down, finally gaining control of his breathing. Ratchet patted him on the back.
"See? Told you that it would help. Feel better?"
Clank nodded, placing his head on the back of the couch "Breathing is harder than I expected."
"You think that breathing is hard? Oh boy, something tells me that we're in for a long day."
...Tah-dah!
So yeah, just send in one or two requests of what you want Lombax Clank to do, and I'll write it.
Make sure to leave a review/request while picking up your complimentary toaster! (YOU READ THE RULES!)
This is Amberdiamondswords, Lordess of Diamond Swordness, pledger to Tobuscus, signing off!