A/N: Sorry this one's still not very long, I'm not quite sure if I like it actually... :L
Oh well, I hope you guys do anyway!
Please keep your R&R's, constructive criticism, and idea's rolling in, it's all so AWESOME!
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"This is the stupidest torture ever."
Ratchet stated simply, his eyes shut tight.
"No Lawrence, keep going, it's getting to him, I can see it!"
Nefarious war right about that.
It was getting to him.
Well, his stomach anyway.
Lawrence sighed and continued to spin the Lombax (who was still hanging from the rafters) around in quick, clockwise circles. After a minute or so, he would change directions and this same pattern had continued for about half an hour now.
Nefarious watched with glee from his seat as Ratchet steadily grew a light shade of green under his fur.
He was never good with spinning.
"I swear Nefarious, if you don't let me down, I'll hurl on your new carpet! And it won't suit this shade of blue!"
Nefarious's grin fell.
"Really Lombax? That's disgusting. See Lawrence, this is why I hate organic life forms, they mess up your new carpet with bodily fluids and just, eugh!"
He shuddered as he got out of his chair and walked across the room.
"Shall I let him down, sir?"
Lawrence inquire d.
"Yes, yes, let him down."
Nefarious waved him off.
Lawrence pulled out a comically large pair of scissors, seemingly out of nowhere and
Snip!
Ratchet fell to the ground with a loud thump.
He finally opened his eyes and the room span around him which made him feel even more nauseous. He wondered if that were even possible. He sat up and pulled his knees to his chest, he could feel his body swaying side to side.
Nefarious threw him a red bucket without a glance and returned to his seat, his elbow now resting on the arm and his hand supporting his head while sporting a rather humdrum expression. Lawrence went over to Nefarious's side while watching the Lombax pale out. It was all too obvious what was going to happen next.
And sure enough, Ratchet grasped the bucket for dear life, began to sweat visibly and… Well, you know.
"Ew, ew, EW!"
Nefarious shot out of his seat, shaking his hands around and shifting from one foot to the other as if he were standing on hot coals.
"Gross!"
He shouted after he ceased his little jig.
Ratchet shot him a dirty look and took of his helmet to rid his fur of the clammy sweat.
He felt highly embarrassed that an enemy had seen him at such a weak point but never the less, he continued to wipe his face with his undershirt, trying his best to seem nonplussed. Once his face was dry, he turned to Nefarious who was sitting in his chair once more, but still had a disgusted look etched into his face.
"You really are repulsive, you know that?"
He queried, sounding a bit bushed.
Ratchet replied with a sheepish grin, knowing it would peeve the villain to no end.
"What now?"
He asked after a short silence.
Nefarious thought for a moment.
"Um, I guess I could do the usual evil genius thing, you know, tie you up and tell you my plan?"
Ratchet sighed.
"Sure, why not?"
"Lawrence, tie him up, will you?"
Ratchet stood up and let Lawrence lead him to a seat.
"No fight? How mundane…"
He drawled.
Swiftly, Ratchet pulled his Omni-Wrench out from nowhere and knocked Lawrence across the room into the pile of smashed holo-vids.
"That's what you think."
He smirked.
"Lawrence?"
Nefarious called.
Lawrence was unconscious.
"LOOOMBA-"
Nefarious short-circuited halfway through.
"Oh Lance, you make me feel like a young boy again!"
"Me too, Janet, Me too. Wait… What?"
Ratchet crashed through the doors and ran.
"AAAX!"
Nefarious was back.
The halls started flashing a deep red and a high pitched alarm began to sound. Rolling doors were cutting the halls into small sections and Ratchet knew no matter how fast he ran, he wouldn't make it to the exit.
He kept running anyway.
When he finally got closed in, a generic female voice sounded over the P.A.
"Security breach has been contained in subsection B4."
"Nefarious has his security worked out well…"
Ratchet thought to himself.
Four turrets emerged from each corner of the space. He got ready to shield himself from a herd of oncoming bullets but instead, all that came out was a thick, clear fog. It was making him feel drowsy but not like cryo-sleep. It was more like the fog used in some of his Dreadzone campaigns, making him feel weak and unsteady before passing out. Ratchet slid down the wall and let the inevitable happen.