Author's Notes: Whelp, all I can do is apologize for this chapter, since it probably sucks. I wrote it in the last two weeks, AKA, my two weeks of hell, coping with the end of term, grades, online classes, and sickness. I wrote this to prevent myself from going insane, so I don't think it's very good. In other news… I'm almost at 100 reviews! Yay! I've never gotten that many, as I'm just a random noob who is very inexperienced with the art of writing… Even if this chapter does suck, please review would you? Thanks so much! 3
Well I'm stupid. Heaven knows what these things are going to do with me…
Bo sat in a damp and musty prison cell, waiting on a grungy bench. She held her forearms, trying to warm herself up. She could see her breath in the dull colored cell, and her normally pale skin was even paler than normal.
Suddenly a jingling of keys emitted from down the hall, and Bo clamored up to the iron bars that kept her prison. For all she knew, she was the only prisoner. After all, Jessie had said they were slow, and stupid…
Obviously I'm slower and stupider.
"Let me out of here! I have friends, that'll cause trouble. They'll come for me, and you won't stand a chance in the slightest!" she yelled at the crab approaching her cell.
It let out more garbled nonsense, as usual. Bo had only been on the ship for maybe a day at the most, but she was already used to the crab's appearance, and strange talking patterns. The guard crab with the keys brought her food that morning for breakfast, and it must have been lunch now because he came holding another bowl of oatmeal looking mush. It wasn't the best tasting stuff, but Bo found herself especially hungry for some reason or another, and ate it completely.
She waited.
The silence was something she couldn't stand. Even the sound of the crabs was better than the nothingness she faced. She tried to tell herself that she had it lucky, that she could've been killed, or harassed, or given no food at all.
She assumed the crabs were trying to make a deal with Star Command for herself, and that was the only reason she was still alive.
Bo stood from the bench once again, stretching her arms and legs, and by chance happened to lean on the iron door.
She fell down on the ground hard, confused. The door was swung wide open. Apparently the crabs really were thick, because the guard had forgotten to lock the door.
Adrenaline now pumping through her, she got up quietly, and tiptoed down the hall where several pipes and small channels had little dents and nicks that blasted out cold air. Bo glanced at the window near the end of the hallway next to a door. The door led directly out into space, with just a small deck part of the ugly spaceship.
Near it was another ship, with the familiar green, purple, and white colors on it. And there was a window there too, bigger but harder to see through. Bo could barely see a brown cowboy hat…
She tapped on the window, cautious of who might be behind her.
The owner of the cowboy hat saw her out of the corner of his eye, and immediately came closer to the window on the star command ship.
"Woody, what do I do?" she mouthed to him with a desperate look on her face.
"Stay calm…" the cowboy's face changed from surprise to horror.
Bo turned around, sensing a crab behind her. She saw one coming down quickly from the hallway. The former shepherdess whipped her head back around to look at Woody, who looked like he was yelling "RUN!"
She did.
Bo yanked open the door on the opposite side, finding a huge terminal where ships were stored. She closed the door behind her and locked it, hearing thumping and banging from behind it.
To her right was a rack of space suits. There were all different kinds and colors. A sign in scrawled handwriting could barely be read saying The Dead Suits.
Bo could only assume that either they didn't work, or those were suits of people who were dead…
She yanked one off the rack and started to pull it over herself. Maybe there was a way to escape the ship through the door leading strait out into space.
There was no time to think. The pounding of the door got louder, with more than one thump a second. Bo had company, and she had a feeling they wouldn't let her live any longer if she didn't make it out.
An alarm went off, closing off all the terminals completely, leaving that option out of the question. She didn't dream of successfully controlling a ship anyway.
Bo wondered if the door had been closed off as well, but for the time being it was her only chance, and the only things preventing her from escaping were big crab aliens. It didn't look so good from her point of view.
She looked around frantically for another door, perhaps that could lead her back to it. And then the door was beaten open by the many crabs outside the door, all peering at her with their several beady eyes.
Bo saw another door at the end of the room with her peripheral vision, and started running to it, while the crabs starting shooting at her. She yanked the door open and didn't waste time trying to lock it. She was dodging through corridors and hallways, starting to cry feeling an odd feeling of similarity from the time she snuck onto a Star Command ship.
Her face hot with tears and her adrenaline dying, Bo ran into one more room that was just a simple bedroom with several odd looking bunk beds pressed next to each other. It never occurred to her that alien crab monsters slept too.
She collapsed.
Bo couldn't stop crying, for a fear that the end of her was coming and there was nothing she could do about it, no one to protect her, and the sad thought in the back of her mind regretting that her and Woody were never going to make proper amends.
It wasn't honestly how she'd thought she was going to die, and certainly not the first time she thought she was going to die, especially since she met Woody.
Yet, Bo couldn't help feel a glimmer of hope when she heard that soft voice, despite the urgency of the situation, of a true cowboy.
"You can't stay out of trouble, can you?" he asked, leaning against a wall casually.
Bo stood up and hugged him hard, knocking him off guard a bit.
"I'm so stupid, I'm sorry… N-nothing happened between me and Buzz, he was getting advice on y-your sister, I promise," Bo blubbered out.
"I think it's time we go home, don't you?" Woody asked reassuringly.
"But what about the crabs?"
"Star Command is out there right now, handling it…"
"You're not going to fight with them, are you?" Bo couldn't help asking sadly, holding him tightly as they prepared to leave.
Woody only shook his head and smiled slightly.