Chapter 5: 'a human raider in King Gorg's courtyard':
Although Nick didn't know it, as the Fraggles plotted to capture him Nick in meantime was trying to escape this land that once filled him with glee, now turned into a land of nightmares. It was not just the Fraggles that were scary to him; he had seen other bizarre things. When running away he encountered plants that seemed to open up and have eyes, the next tunnel he encountered was incredibly scary, filled with spiders the size of a dog, beasts with what can be described as 'Trumpets' for noses that emitted a terrible noise and another thing he encountered in this 'terrible' tunnel was what seemed to be a giant rock that seemed to open up like a mouth and tried to suck Nick.
Nick managed to escape the sucking rock by throwing an unpleasant looking flower into the 'mouth' and it seemed to work; the rock seemed to grow sick off the plant. Mokey's description was practically spot on about Nick's feelings in Fraggle Rock, he was scared, didn't know where he was and worst of all he was lost. Running for his life through the cavernous labyrinth had got him lost. It seemed the tunnels were never ending.
"The labyrinth of the minotaur in Crete has got NOTHING on this place!" Nick thought as he sighed with despair of the situation he had gotten himself into. At first he blamed Sprocket for forcing him into this cave system. But then again it was himself that wanted to continue, he could've just went a little way into the rock and tell Sprocket there was nothing there as Sprocket didn't know what was in here. But then that wouldn't solve his problems he was still small he couldn't go back home looking like a dwarf.
He continued looking for a way out, he thought it would just be all the same, cave after cave. But luck would be on his side (or so he thought) for at the end of the tunnel he was in, daylight! Nick's eyes lit up he knew that had to be daylight. He ran to it, faster and faster his heart raced….
"I'm free I'm finally getting out of here!" he said to himself with joy. And sure enough he climbed out of a hole. It led to a garden, a lovely looking one at that. It was filled with all sorts of lovely looking flora and fauna. He breathed in the air in a sort of ritual as someone would do when they got out of prison.
"The air is so fresh" Nick thought, he climbed out and walked further into the garden. It must've been midday by now judging by the Sun.
Nick then noticed there was a well next to the hole he climbed out of and beyond that there was a castle.
"Goodness they're huge!" Nick exclaimed, but he remembered he HAD been shrunk after all, but Nick then thought to himself again.
"Hang on, there aren't meant to be any castles near where I live" and he was right, he thought that the cave system was bigger than it seemed and he thought it had bought him miles from home.
Nick thought that there might be people living in that castle and that they might help him, there had to people living there. There were gardens of vegetables right next to it they were growing the biggest radishes you ever could have witnessed. Nick summoned the courage to knock on the large wooden door of the castle. The door was huge compared to him. He knocked and shouted;
"Hello is anyone in? I need help badly" he shouted.
There were voices inside; they seemed to boom the ground around Nick.
"Hey ma, there's someone at the door! They say they need help!" Nick grew worried the voices sounded almost giant like, but he keeps forgetting the fact he's been shrunk.
"Oh poor man" came a female voice "I'll see to him Junior" the door opened and stood in front of Nick was a giant he froze with fear intimidated by the creatures huge size. The giant female Gorg (the name these giants went by, the arch-nemesis of the Fraggles) looked side to side.
"Strange where is he?" she looked down and shrieked;
"AAAHHH my goodness, there's a Fraggle at the door!" with that said another giant appeared at the door, this was Junior Gorg he was slightly taller than his mother, he had a yellowish brown fur and he wore a tunic which was about the same color.
"Did you say Fraggles Ma?" Junior Gorg loved chasing and catching Fraggles for pets. His mother hates them and is terrified of them like a human woman is of a spider. His father King Gorg wants to eat them (terrible I know).
"Yes there get it Junior get it away!" Junior looked at Nick with Puzzlement.
"Eerr you sure that's a Fraggle Ma?" he asked his mother.
"Of course it must be what else is that small and looks so filthy?" Ma Gorg screamed. Junior looked at Nick again.
"But he doesn't have fur and he has no tail. Plus why would a Fraggle knock on our door? Unless they were dunder headed lummox like me" Nick seizing the moment from the Gorgs confusion he ran for it.
"He's running away! He must be a Fraggle! GET BACK HERE FRAGGLE!" and Junior Gorg gave chase. Nick sprinted like a Puma his legs carrying as fast as they never carried him before. He got a good head start on Junior Gorg but the giant was catching up. His huge size meant he could cover more ground in one step than Nick could while running. Nick could hear from the Footsteps that Junior was getting closer; staying out in the open would surely not be the best way to escape.
Nick then saw the hole he came out of, it was his only chance he could fit in it but Junior couldn't. Nick dived for the hole; he almost flew as he leaped for the hole just before Junior slammed his hand down right behind Nick, just missing him. Junior fumed with anger.
"Curses, curse those Fraggles and their small holes!" he roared. Nick now away from danger ran back further into the cave system. He stopped for breath panting and sweating. Nick wasn't in the best of shape and all this running, swimming, adrenaline rushes and fear had all but tired him out. Then he stopped and looked around the cave, he finally realized the irony of the situation he was in. He had ran back into the place he was trying to escape, with those big eyed rats blocking the way home and those giants blocking the only possible escape route he now finally realized he was trapped, sooner or later he'd grow too tired and he would eventually be caught.