Gospel woke Rock up by nudging his hand. Rock's eyes blearily opened, seeing Gospel pinning Rush, trying to get Rock's attention. Rock blinked. "Rush, it's okay. Let him go, Gospel."
The two sulkily obeyed Rock's command. "Where's Forte?" Rock asked, realizing something was wrong. Gospel transformed into a jet. Rush did the same.
"Guys, this is not the time to fight. I'll just teleport there, Jeez. Do you have the coordinates?"
Gospel uploaded the coordinates into Rock's system. Rock nodded as he called on his extra uniform. "You two stay here and guard the lab. I'll be back, hopefully."
Gospel nodded as Rock teleported off. Rush looked at him curiously. Gospel grinned, then started washing Rush with his tongue.
Rock slipped through the silent carnival. Nothing was operating. He fell down shuts, climbed up ladders- sure that if anything had been awake, they would have attacked him and he would have died. He slipped into the Robot Master's room, silently. No answer came. It was a lost cause, he guessed. He pressed his teleporter, but it was jammed. He froze, turning to see if anyone was there. Two blue eyes stared back at him.
"Who's there?" he asked, as the lights came on, temporarily blinding him. He was knocked over, pushed into a restraining device.
"See, Forte? Your pet came." Rock looked upward to see Forte bound to a wheel, much resembling that of the Wheel of Fortune. Forte's helmet was cracked, but he looked beaten.
"Rock…you fool…" Forte whispered. "You shouldn't have come…"
"Your pet always comes when you call it," the voice continued. Rock realized that he was in the voice's arms. Clown man held Rock tightly. "Yum. What a delightful blue joy." Clown Man licked Rock's helmet, as if tasting a tray of food. "More like blueberry, if you ask me."
Forte struggled against the bonds. "Leave him a alone, you bastard!"
Clown Man took off Rock's helmet, then started squeezing him. Rock cried out. Forte's words were blurry.
Clown Man threw Rock aside into a cage semi-prepared for him. "I've had Forte here all night, Rock. So glad you could join us."
Rock watched painfully as Clown Man spun the huge wheel. Forte spun upside down, rightside up… until it hit a black-and-gold mark.
"Let's see what's under mark number one!" Clown Man cried happily. The panel swung open. Clown Man read it. "Ohh! Rock and I get to battle!"
"Liar," Forte yelled. "Rock! Get out! Clown Man will try to rape you!" Rock's heart sunk as the cage was opened. Rock didn't budge.
Clown Man's arm entered the cage, pulling Rock out with it. Rock didn't have a chance. "Now, now," Clown man said. "What on earth should I try first? Maybe my story is in order." Rock was thrown against a wall.
"Wily made me from several different props, remember? Well, some of those props weren't completely thrilling. I had all this sexual tension but no way to relieve it. So Metal Man decided to lend me a few of his gifts- all these sexual toys hooked up directly to my brain. I never tire, but it does feel good."
Rock stared up at Forte, who rolled his eyes. "I can't save you from here, Rock." Rock shook his head, not wanting to ask that question, when Forte shouted. "Look out!"