A/N: Hey! Did you guys like that last chapter? Well, if you did, yay! If you didn't, that's too bad. Sorry about the wait, you might need to get used to that for this novel, the big standardized tests are at end the end of the month for me. Uhh.

Sajo8: Congrats on being my first reviewer. I'll try to check out your books-sie page. I know I spelt it wrong, but my computer refuses to not correct it to books.

Brittany: Welcome back!

Penny: Woah, that's a lot you typed up there. Your character will fit in great, might be a chapter or two though. Btw, did you read my first story?

Waddles

I blinked, and darkness was all I could see. I felt the ground under me, it was like the outside, with grass and twigs. But it just felt..fake. How long had I been in here? Wait, more like why was I here. And what is here? I thought hard. Then, I remembered the battle. The knockout serum. The prisoning. "Uhhhh," I groaned. "Darn it, darn it," I facepalmed. "The others," I whispered, and it eerily echoed off the metal walls. Metal walls. I was in the prototype room. "Where are they?" I said to myself. "Guys?" I shouted. "Anyone?"

I couldn't see at all, but yet I wondered around, trying to find a team member. I tripped and fell. My flippers grazed a liquid. I was dying of thirst. I ducked my head in to take a sip. But then, I spit it out as soon as I could. It had a sharp metallic taste, like liquid metal was infused in it. I followed the light sound of rushing water until I reached a pile of metal scraps. As I picked one up, it screeched at tiny sparks flew. Soon, the piece of metal was like a match. I used it to have some light as I wandered the pitch black room.

They had cleared out the robots and it was now a vast prison. Even though I had the makeshift torch light, I still stumbled on some loose tin scraps. But, one time I tripped, it was different. I tripped on something wrapped in an old sack, tied with fraying yarn. I loosened the ties, and I let my torch help me see what was inside. A small box of food, a few bottles of water, medicine, a tiny box of matches. This couldn't be the NIF. They would prefer to watch us starve to death, even hoping we would fight each other to death on HD TVs. I rolled my eyes at the thought. I almost missed a moving shadow and the sound of the stealthy movement of dashing away.

I shrugged it off, thinking it wasn't a big deal, and bit into the food. It tasted a little stale, and it didn't seem that much, but it was better than nothing. I left a little in the box, and slung the sack over my shoulder, to wander the deep darkness of the prison more. I heard the cracking of feet breaking twigs and a faint whisper, "Waddles?"

A/N: Short chapter, sorry about that, honestly. In other news, does anyone read/know about the warriors (cats) series? Thinking about writing a fanfic about it one day.