Clank slowly came to, his eyes clicking as they blinked. What had happened? He had been walking through the forest when-
Clank's optical sensors were fully functioning and what he saw he didn't believe. There hanging from chains across from him was his unconscious friend Ratchet. His wrists appeared to have been run raw from the restraints and he had blood trickling down his forehead and matted into his fur. Whitish goo was also present and Clank realised, to his horror, was semen. Clank gasped and attempted to run over to his friend, but only now noticed he was chained similarly.
"Pretty picture ain't it?" A gruff voice surprised the little robot and he turned his head to look. The smuggler walked around and stood next to the beaten lombax and pet him with false care.
"Now he has a little playmate, adorable."
"Get away from Ratchet!" Clank yelled, rage boiling.
Ratchet began to stir, but as far as Clank could tell, he was only partially conscious.
"Why don't we break in your new friend, eh rat?" The smuggler laughed heinously taking his hand off the lombax and approached Clank. Clank should have felt fear in this situation, but he was overcome by the feelings of worry for his friend and hate for the crook.
The captor grabbed his knife and inspected it with care. Clank continued to glare at him with complete and utter loathing.
"You're probably wondering how you got here," he said staring at his blade. "I knew you would come looking for him so I came prepared."
Ratchet groaned softly as he began to awaken further. Clank watched the smuggler carefully not giving any hint of emotion.
"I had my parrot, old feather brains, keep a look out near my camp. You probably heard him squawking."
Clank thought back and remembered the annoying noise that had distracted Talwyn and him when they were searching for their friend, and had landed her in a trap. Was she okay now? Was she also captured by the smuggler? If she was he didn't see her.
"I told him to warn me if he saw anyone and what do you know..." The smuggler paused, knife in the air piercing Clank with his glare. In the background Ratchet had finally come around and stared at his friend in disbelief.
"C-clank." He whispered.
"...Here you are." The smuggler finished his sentence and in one quick motion plunged the knife into Clank chest.
Notice how I said he "pierced Clank with his gaze" I call that some good foreshadowing. Anyway more chapters to come with lots of emotion and such. Take care!