Yeah yeah, I know I said that I wouldn't update my stories early. But I thought, "Eh, why the hell not? Might as well distract myself while Achievement Hunter plays Resident Evil 7 in the background." Anyway, this chapter finally has something from the perspective of one of the characters. Which character? Wait, and you'll see. Anyway, tomorrow will have another update for this story. And to the Guest reviewer, don't worry, I'll make it so that the more, intense swearers of the Borderlands universe aren't neutered in the world of Remnant. Now, the new chapter of Borderlands: Remnant Minds! Enjoy!
[Sean P.O.V.]
After Claptrap activated the machine, and he and I were sucked into it, all I can remember, is a searing, intense amount of pain. And, I think some screaming.
'AHHHHHHHH!' Ok, so I wasn't actually screaming, but you get the idea. There was a lot of pain. Anyway, All I can remember for awhile was an intense pain, and a blinding white light. And then, I blacked out.
"Sean. Sean. Hey Sean, wake up!" Said the annoyingly high-pitched voice of the little bot who got us into this mess.
"For the love of all that's holy Claptrap, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" I yelled at a slightly higher volume that I would've thought.
"Sorry, but I just wanted to see if you were still alive." Claptrap said, and I honestly can't stay too mad at him. But that wasn't what I was thinking at the time.
"Great, either I'm dead, and I'm stuck with Claptrap, or I'm still alive and I'm stuck with Claptrap. Either way, I'M STILL STUCK WITH FUCKING CLAPTRAP!" I yelled, again, at a higher volume than I would've anticipated.
'Ok, Sean, calm down. I can do this.' I thought, trying to calm myself down.
"Uh, Sean?" Claptrap asked, although I was doing my best to ignore him.
"Not now Claptrap." I said, clearly pissed at him.
"Sean?" Claptrap asked again, with a bit more urgency in his voice.
"Claptrap, I'm thinking." I said, still pissed.
"Sean?" Claptrap asked.
'WHAT CLAPTRAP? WHAT IS SO GODDAMN IMPORTANT THAT YOU CONSTATLY HAVE TO KEEP INTERRUPTING MY TRAIN OF THOUGHT?!" I yelled.
"Look up." Claptrap said flatly.
"What are you talking abo-WHAT THE FUCK!?" I asked. Looking up, to see a shattered moon. My thoughts should've been 'This sure ain't Kansas,' but all I could say was, "Oh, crapbaskets."
Yeah, I know, it's short. But I just wanted an excuse to drop the 'F' bomb more. Especially considering that it was Claptrap who got Sean and the others into the mess that they're in. And speaking of Sean? The next chapter is also mostly is through his point of view. Anyway, expect a new, longer chapter tomorrow. One with a certain red-clad reaper. Take care!
