The lombax's eyes fluttered open upon hearing the echoing sound of footsteps. The smuggler had left him for a few hours and he must off dozed off into a dreamless sleep. He was completely naked now, blood, sweat, and semen caked onto his fur after being brutally face-fucked repeatedly. The smuggler approached with a small bowl of mystery gunk and Ratchet's stomach groaned. He had foolishy skipped dinner and hadn't eaten anything in hours. He tried his best to hide his hunger as he kept a trained glare on his captor.
The smuggler sat down infront of him and pushed a spoon full of the strange pasty concoction toward his mouth.
"Eat." He said simply holding the spoon close to the lombax's mouth.
Ratchet narrowed his eyebrows at the man and didn't say a word.
"Don't make me have to force feed you." He said in a monotone voice
"Why do you care" Ratchet snapped "You could just leave me to die, what do you need me around any longer for?!"
The smuggler chuckled and sat back sighing there was a pause before he spoke again.
"Son do you realize how many people want you dead? How much someone would pay, to kill you."
Ratchet's eyes widened.
"So that's, it you're going to have your way with me than sell me to some convict?!"
"Image how much one would pay to have Ratchet, the hero of the galaxy, the saviour of the universe." He laughed grabbing the Lombax's chin gently. Ratchet jerked his head as the smuggler laughed at his fantasy, before putting the spoon back up to his mouth. He raised his eyebrows offering the spoon one more time. Ratchet ate it begrudgingly and tried to hold onto the small amount of hope that his friends would find him and rescue him.
The smuggler left again and this time the lombax fell into a terror filled sleep. It started out with him running through metropolis with Clank on his back; he was enjoying himself until things had begun to get dark. He checked behind himself to make sure Clank was still with him but he was gone. Ratchet called out to his friend into the empty nothingness. He shivered and called out again before he felt a presence behind him. It was Drek. Ratchet was surprised, he hadn't seen this villain in years, and he thought the blargian was dead. Drek let out a disturbing laugh as Ratchet turned away from him, but he came face to face with something as equally unnerving. There stood Mr. Fizzwidgit, and the Thugs-4-Less fleet. They mirrored Drek's laugh. Ratchet backed away and saw more enemies of his past; the Terranoids, Gleeman Vox and his exterminators, Otto Destruct, Klunk, Tachyon, Captain Slag and his pirates, but the one who seemed to laugh the most was Dr. Nefarious. It didn't matter which way he turned, Ratchet would came face to face with a maniacal criminal of his past. Their laughs became louder and over whelming. Ratchet covered his ears and closed his eyes as tight as he could. He screamed for Clank at the top of his lungs. He screamed until he finally woke up, with a gasp, and began to sob.
I always wanted to write a dream sequence involving past villains and it tied into this story pretty nicely. I'm trying to upload everyday and push myself to write more. This has been one of the funnest stories for me to write so far. Enjoy!