A/N: Hello there! :D don't know what to say :/ OH! I don't own Ratchet and Clank. I DO however own Richard. My brain owns the idea. My hands own the words written. WARNING: CONTAINS BLOOD, GORE, AND CANNIBALISM. If you do not like these things in a story leave, skim through it, or read it and request I be less...explicit in my stories. I will do my best to comply.

One year after the events All 4 One

Ratchet was walking to his house#; it had just rained not even an hour before. It was dark, but not really. The lights of the big city really helped.

He was only about ten minutes from where he lived when he'd tripped his own feet#2, scraping his hands#3 and knees. He shook his head, got up, dusted himself off#4, and went back to walking. until he felt a something hard hit his head, and everything going black...

(I'm evil. quick warning: it's about to get gory...)

Ratchet woke up with a killer head ache and blurry vision. He blinked a few times to clear it. Only to stare up at the ceiling. He then noticed he was tied to a table#5

"What?"

"I see you're awake."

The voice startled Ratchet and he swung his head in the direction it came from. It was almost a mirror image of himself. Almost. He didn't look exactly like him. His clothes were different. And from his angle, it also looked like he had an eye patch, as well#6

"Wh-who are you?"

"I am Richard. Pleased to meet you."

Richard then bowed to his guest. Ratchet just stared. Richard walked up to the table and put his hands on the side of it, he looked down at Ratchet with his one good eye which Ratchet could now tell was a deep purple, but something was off, it practically swirled with insanity. Richard bent down with his arms still on the table and was at eye level with his little guest. He smiled a smile not of malice nor of sweetness, but of pure insanity. Richard was sending off a lot of bad vibes. And Ratchet was starting to get scared.

"What do you want from me?"

Ratchet asked, doing a pretty ok job of not showing how scared or freaked out he was. Richard simply giggled and replied happily.

"Your place, of course."

"Huh?"

"You heard me, now, I sadly can't just leave you here on my dinning room table...so..."

Ratchet didn't know how to feel about where this was going...but knew it wasn't anything good. Richard smiled a twisted smile and walked out of the room. He came back in with his hands behind his back. Ratchet was really scared at this point. Richard walked to the table and pulled out the box he was holding behind his back. He place it down and opened it; he stared at all of his beautiful little toys/tools. He reached in and pulled out a pair of rusty scissors. Ratchet was truly terrified now. Richard went and sliced his shirt open revealing his chest. Richard put his ear to his heart and listened. He heard the poor muscle running a marathon in his chest.

"Your heart is racing, my friend."

Richard then lifted his head and separated the scissors, setting one of the blades down#7 he ran his fingers around it#8 and after a long hard sigh promptly shoved it right in Ratchet's chest (who cried out in pain at the sudden attack) not deep enough to kill him, but enough to do some damage; Richard didn't take it out though. Instead he began to carve at Ratchet's flesh, who, through the whole thing, was screaming bloody murder. 'Probably because that's what it was' thought Richard gleefully. Richard after finally being satisfied with is work, pulled the blade out and set it down next to it's twin. He went back to his box, but not until he lustfully licked the blood off his fingers. He rummaged around in it, looking for the proper tool. After wrapping his fingers around the thing he needed he pulled it out, all it was was a normal knife...Richard just stared at it, as though it held the secrets of the universe. Ratchet just looked up at him weakly, he'd lost a lot of blood, and was in a great deal of pain. Richard looked at dying man before him, finally stopping the staring contest he was having with it. He bent back down and placed his hand on Ratchet's cheek, who flinched back, he took it away and stood back up. He placed the blade to his bleeding chest and, after finding a good place to start, went back to his work. He hacked mercilessly at Ratchet 'til finally stopping and picking the lone scissor blade up and sticking it in back in his chest. He cut around the knife and (I hope you're ready for this xD) plucked it out and shoved it right into his mouth. 'You taste delicious!' he felt like saying. but wasn't sure if that was appropriate or not...

"Tangy."

He complimented. Ratchet just stared in absolute horror. Richard bent back down and put his face next to Ratchet's. Ratchet looked him in the eye. Richard noticed the tears of pain that streamed down his face. Richard licked his bloody fingers once more and finally said,

"I wonder what your friends taste like?"

"Don't you d-dare touch them!"

Richard just ignored him and went back to his meal.

That night, screams of pain could be heard as Richard abandoned his 'utensils' and finished devouring Ratchet with his bare hands...

A/N: Well, hoped you liked it! :D yup, got pretty gory and cannibal-istic but whatever, I said in plain English "it's about to get gory" so yeah

# - I don't really know what he as going home from xD

#2 - give him a break, it had just rained.

#3 - let's just pretend he lost his gloves or something.

#4 - he probably got some mud and junk on him :/

#5 - I was GOING to say something here, but I forgot :/

#6 - I kept the same design, but changed his eye color.

Please inform me of any typos, errors, ect. This was written on my kindle. And late at night.