A/N: This is my first fanfiction. I just thought it would be interesting (and funny) to try answering the question: How did Sigmund get to the Great Clock in the first place? I normally don't try writing fanfiction just because I want to, but I thought this was a good idea. So, prepare to laugh your heads off (that is, if this chapter came out well...)

Disclaimer: I do not own Ratchet and Clank. If I did... well, a girl can dream...

"I see the future

And what do I see?

Robots goin' crazy across the – GALAXEEE"

Sigma-0426A spun around as he mopped the floor of the cafeteria. Jumping on top of the table, he started playing air guitar with his mop.

"Then shout with ME! YEAH!" He screamed at the top of his vocal processors.

"SIGMA-0426A!" The employee door slammed open and and the cafeteria head, a large female robot, stormed in. Sigma-04261 froze in his spot like a statue. Too bad the pose was his air guitar-ing pose.

"What are you doing?" She demanded, putting a hand on her (extremely large) hip and leaning to one side, like one of those holo-net models.

"Why, nothing, Alga! Nothing at all! Just mopping the floor – just like I'm supposed to!" Sigma-0426A laughed nervously.

With a suspicious look, Alga nodded. Then, she looked at the clock and blew up again.

"You lazy piece of scrap! You should have finished hours ago! The dinner rush will arrive in twenty minutes!" She picked him up by the antennae so they could face eye-to-eye. Her prisoner, on the other hand, tried to avoid eye contact.

"You are not fit to work here!" Alga continued. "Someone with no time sense and no responsibility could never work at the most prestigious food court on planet Viceron."

Sigma-0426A looked around questioningly, but said nothing. Anyone who tried to interrupt Alga during one of her "most-prestigious-food-court-on-planet-Viceron" speeches had a death wish.

"You are a disgrace!" she concluded as she flung Sigma-0246A across the room, through the back door. "Hmph!" She snorted as she walked away, swinging her hips awkwardly.

The smaller robot flew through the door and landed unceremoniously in a heap of bolts on the floor.

"Ow!" he wailed as he picked himself up and dusted himself. "That lousy, gluttonous, conceited, no good robot... I'm comin' for you! Ya hear me?" 'Though maybe that'll happen only after I take karate lessons, and maybe get a R.Y.N.O.'

The alleyway he was in was dark, now that the sun was setting. Sigma-0426A looked around nervously. He had a feeling someone was watching him.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" He called, looking around with panic-filled eyes.

"Sigma-0426A?" a voice called from the darkness, echoing in the long alley. The voice sounded rather like an old Terachnoid, and yet had a resonance of youth in it.

"Y-yes?" Sigma-0426A answered, shaking with fear. "Wha-what do you want? Don't come near me! I have a weapon!" he exclaimed as he reached into his storage and pulled out a screwdriver.

A blue light flashed to his left, causing the panicked robot to jump. Shortly afterward, a small, pink creature emerged from the darkness. It appeared to be glowing, allowing the robot to see it clearly enough to notice it's elaborate holo-armour, and headgear.

"Fear not, Sigma-0426A, for I mean no harm." it spoke in a clear voice. "I am Orvus, and I have come here to give you a job."

"Wha-what kind of job?" Sigma-0426A asked, his eyes wary. 'Don't trust this guy. He's just trying to steal my bolts'

"Come with me," Orvus replied. "and I will explain everything." He then beckoned Sigma-0426A towards a teleporter. The robot hesitated, still suspicious of the strange creature's motives.

"There is no need to fear, Sigma-0426A." Orvus reassured him.

Finally, taking a deep breath (if robots can actually do that) Sigma-0426A stepped into the teleporter, and the two vanished in a blue flash of energy.

A/N:I thought this came out pretty well... it was a bit hard, but I was able to change Sigmund's character ever so slightly, so that it would be set in such a way that he would be Sigmund as we know him because of his job as Junior Caretaker.

Note: I based the scene from the fact that Sigmund's real name is Sigma-0426A and that he used to work as a cleaner-bot on planet Viceron before Orvus came to make him Junior Caretaker.

Please review and let me know if I should continue this story. Well, maybe I'll decide after the second chapter. Please expect minor changes to show up in each chapter - I'm a bit indecisive that way...

Update: I am aware of the anachronism in this chapter. The scene is set WAY before Courtney Gears ever wrote that song. But the idea is just so hard to resist. It wouldn't give the same effect using any other song (made up, or real). So let's just overlook it this one time. Pwease? ;)