A/N: Hey guys!
So this is a short first chapter and yes, an interview story. :P
It's gunna be a bit more serious covering well, serious subjects. :)
So please PM be questions or comment them, that's the only way I'll be able to write this! Thanks :)
Tom McIntyre looked through his papers, reviewing the questions he was to ask the Lombax.
He hadn't interviewed Ratchet since he was sixteen and never had he been interviewed without his robotic counterpart, Tom was looking forward to it.
He made himself comfortable in the deep leather arm chair and looked around the dark studio.
The set was black, the stage lights being visible in some camera angles purposely, and the only furniture was the chair he was in, an identical one opposite him and a coffee table in between them holding two glasses of water, one for himself and one for Ratchet.
"Ratchet on set!"
A stage hand announced.
Two other stage hands led the Lombax to his chair opposite Tom.
He wore a navy blue shirt, dark green cargo pants, combat boots and his usual large leather gloves.
As Tom examined the Lombax, he already noticed several differences since the last time he saw him in person.
First and foremost, he had lost his cocky attitude, he was more sensible and solemn, he'd grown ever so slightly taller and more muscular, even his voice had changed.
Ratchet thanked the stage hands and held a hand out to Tom.
"Pleased to see you again, Mr. McIntyre."
"It's always a pleasure, Ratchet but please, call me Tom."
He replied as he stood up to shake his hand.
The Lombax smiled and their hands parted. They both settled themselves down in their chairs.
Tom was surprised that he remembered him; he must have done hundreds of interviews by now.
"We're on the air in three, two, one."
A/N: So?
Did you like it? :3
Anyway,
The first subject is what really happened on the great clock.
So please send me some good questions and I'll most definitely use them!