The Night After The Last Chapter, Rippers' Scrapyard...
After a long, busy day of building, playing, eating, and building relationships with the dinotrux, there's nothing like a nice quiet drive up to "the scraptor hive" as the dinotrux called it, to end the day with some well-deserved R&R, even if it was against your own will.
For Scratch, he didn't mind. The fact he can end the day by having an ACTUAL conversation with something that could understand and talk back to him was all he needed to make himself just a little bit saner and happier in this weird world.
As Scratch entered the scrapyard of Ripper, he noticed 2 things. One, the other scraptors that were usually spread out around the scrapyard were gone. They must all be doing something, but what?
And two, he saw a dozeratops he had never noticed before laying on its metal belly, disabled because he (he assumed it was a he anyway) had two treads missing. Where did he come from?
When he found Ripper, Scratch asked about about it, to which he replied, "For your first question, I'm not sure, mate. Everybody's buggered off to somewhere I don't know. It doesn't concern me too much right now but if their not back by the morning, I'll have to ask you to go looking for them." Scratch agreed to this.
"As for your second, the other scraptors saw this dozeratops passing by our land a couple of weeks ago when you weren't here and grabbed him. He's been making good scrap for a while." Scratch nodded in understanding, looking at the dozeratops with secret sadness for his fate. With the explanations done, he dropped off his daily scrap, and made his way back to the dinotrux.
Unknown to both of them, the scraptors were huddled togther behind the walls of the scrapyard, talking amongst each other in private. Their conversation went something like this...
"That Scratch is really getting on my nerves!"
"I know right? Ever since he came here, he's been getting WAY too popular with the boss!"
"Not to mention he's hanging with other dinotrux. Scraptors do NOT do that! They take them apart!"
"Ye's a pain in the back alright. Whatcha suppose we do about it?"
"Well, we can't kill or hurt him. That would go against our scraptor code."
"Affermative."
"Hmm, why don't we head down to his valley and steal some of the scrap that makes him so popular. And if we just so happen to 'bump' into one of his dinotrux friends, then we ambush and take him back here. There's no way Ripper will be able to resist breaking another fresh one apart!"
"Heheh, he does love his scrap."
"Then it's settled. Tomorrow, we will go on a scrap run in the nearby valley, and if we come across where the dinotrux are, then we take at least one of them back to the scrapyard. It'll crush Scratch, he'll probably fight back, then we can kill or kick him out and everything will be back to normal!"
The scraptors laughed. It was the perfect plan.
The Next Morning...
Ty and Ton-Ton were out in a field near the garage. The two of them came out to play a little game. Ty would use his tail to bash a rock into the air, and Ton-Ton would try to catch it. Simple enough.
"Ton-Ton, go long!" Ty called out, and he bashed the rock. Ton-Ton sped in the direction the rock was launched and caught it with his flatbed. Easy as cake... if there WAS cake in this universe.
"Nice catch! Toss me another!" Ty said.
"You got it dude! Hit it high! I'm gonna try to do a flip when I catch it this time!"
"Now that I gotta see!"
With that, Ton-Ton tossed the rock to Ty, who gave a harder swing with his tail. This time, the rock went FLYING. Ton-Ton drove after it and ramped of a rock, yelling, "I got it! I got it! I...!" He ended up missing the tossed rock, and crashed back down onto the ground bottom side up. "...don't got it."
The rock ended up flying right into the side of the roof of the garage, smashing into pieces. Waldo, annoyed with the dinotrux antics, yelled out to them, "Play your game someplace else!"
The THUD of the rock and the sound of Waldo's yelling ended up waking Scratch, still resting in his sleeping place next to the entrance. He was still trying to get some shut eye because of his nightmares from two nights ago. Yesterday he couldn't even work because of his tiredness, and Revvit let him rest for the day. Even so, he constantly felt tired and ticked off, and had planned to drink some oil sometime today to help.
But right now, he wasn't in the mood to wake up. He lifted his head towards the noise with a face of annoyance and saw Waldo looking towards him, a little worried that he woke him up. "Sorry about that." Waldo said.
Scratch just sighed and laid his head back down.
Back outside, Ton-Ton used the hydraulics under his flatbed to flip himself back upright. As he did so however, one of his bolts came loose. "Oops… That's embarrassing."
"No problem. We've got a repair shop." Ty reminded him.
"Oh yeah! Awesome." And with that, Ton-Ton used his metal foot to toss the bolt into his flatbed, and followed Ty to the garage.
"Now let's go in and get that looked at."
"Oh, they've already seen it. Fixed it three times this morning. Hehe..."
Unaware to both of them, a scraptor was following a safe distance behind them. The rest of the heard were somewhere else in this land, waiting for the cue. All he had to do now was strike.
Back at the garage, Dozer was being looked at by Revvit and Ace, and Skya was being looked at by Waldo.
"Now hold still Skya." Said Waldo. "This repair is a little tricky."
"No problem Waldo." She replied.
Waldo jumped onto Skya's tread to climb up, but Skya tensed up and instinctively kicked Waldo off, flinging him right into one of the metal bins with bolts in it the team had made yesterday.
"Skya! What did I tell you about holding still?"
"It's not my fault your clamps are cold!"
"What do you expect? They're made of metal."
As Waldo climbed out, Revvit came up, happy about all the progress that's been made in the last couple of days. "It sure is nice having a safe and organized place to make our repairs."
"Organised?" Waldo said, seeing a washer stuck to his tail. "What's this washer doing in the bolt bin?"
"Thanks, I was looking for that." Revvit yanked the washer off Waldo's tail and took it to Ace and Dozer.
Just then, Ty and Ton-Ton came in. "Got another customer for you!" Ty said.
"Well, he will have to wait." Revvit replied, standing on Dozers metalic horn. "Dozer's frill is stuck."
"Not for long. I got it!" Dozer then tried to move his blade to the downwards position, but the frill was still jammed and all it did was squeak loudly. It didn't deter him though and he kept trying. "Uhg, it's coming! It's coming! Be back to dozing in no time!"
"You might wanna let me have another look Dozer..." Revvit said, but Dozer didn't listen, and kept trying to move the blade. Until...
(PTING!) A part suddenly rocketed out of Dozer from behind the blade, going at such high speeds that it bounced around the garage. "Duuuck!" Yelled Ace. The part bounced around the floor, the walls, the ceiling, the dinotrux, even almost hitting the reptools.
The commotion once again woke Scratch, who was really starting to get angry by all the noise the dinotrux and reptools were making, and was struggling not to go into "attack mode" as Waldo called it. He lifted his head and gave a loud roar at the group, but RIGHT as he did, the part flew into mouth. It hit the speaker in his throat that allowed his roars to come out and got wedged in, causing Scratch to choke on it. Coughing and sputtering, Scratch put his robot hands together and beat at his chest. He managed to cough up the part and angrily kicked it back towards the group. Finally the part rolled to a stop in front of Revvit, who had gotten off Dozer and was now standing in front of him. In the end, no one got hurt, nothing was damaged.
Revvit, picked up the part to show Dozer. "Umm, you seem to have stripped your coupling nut."
"Oh is that all... what does that do again?" Asked Dozer.
"It lets you raise and-" (Clunk!) "…lower you blade." Sure enough, Dozer's blade had fallen down to it's downwards position. And Dozer couldn't lift it back up.
"Huuuung!" Dozer grunted, trying to raise the blade. "Now it's stuck down!"
"Good look for you." Ty quiped. Dozer just looked back at him unamused.
Ace had meanwhile checked the metal bins and couldn't find another part for Dozer. "We don't have any spare coupling nuts." She said.
"They are VERY hard to come by." Revvit added.
"You mean I'm going to be stuck like this?! (Sigh) I'm going to get some air..." He went past the other dinotrux and headed out of the garage.
When Scratch saw what had happened to Dozer, he had to admit, even though he was feeling like going into attack mode, he looked pretty funny. He snickered, and Dozer just scowled at him.
Outside, the scraptor from earlier hid next to the ramp that led to the garage, waiting for a dinotrux to exit. He knew there was more than 1 dinotrux in the garage so he would have to wait until one of the dinotrux tried to take him away before sending out the signal. Soon enough, a dozeratops came out of the garage. Slowly, stealthily, the scraptor approched.
Back inside, Click-Clack was working on fixing Ton-Ton, who was getting impatient to go. "Aww, come on Click-Clack, is my panel fixed yet? I'm amping to go ramping dude!"
"Almost." He replied. Ace came up.
"Let me give you a hand with that, Click-Clack." She offered. The two reptools jumped under Ton-Ton's flatbed to look under it. But then, Ton-Ton started laughing, and it caused the two to almost get vibrated off. Ace managed to catch the ledge of Ton-Ton, and Click-Clack held onto her, yelling "Help!"
"Woah! Ton-Ton stop laughing so much!" Ace said.
"Sorry dudes! I'm ticklish." Ton-Ton apoligised.
Just then, there was a roar outside the garage. Dozer yelled out, "SCRAPTOR!"
The dinotrux immediately become alert, and filed out of the garage. "On our way Dozer!" Ty called back.
"Those dudes are nasty!" Ton-Ton said, following behind them with Click-Clack and Ace still on his treadplate.
The last to leave was Scratch, who immediately tensed up and became both scared and confused. What was another scraptor doing here?!
Outside, the scraptor had pounced onto Dozer and was trying to bite him to pieces. Dozer desperately tried to shake it off, but the scraptor kept clamping onto him. "Get off of there!" He yelled. "Hit it, before it gets a piece of me Ty!"
Ty used a swift tailswing to hit the scraptor off of Dozer, accidentally clipping Dozer in the process. "I said IT, not ME!" Dozer yelled.
The scraptor wasn't done yet. It flew towards the garage, hit it tread-first, and jumped off towards Skya. It latched onto her neck near her head, and tried to bite a piece of her off. "Oh no, your not scraping ME pal!" Skya told the scrapter determinedly, and threw her head forward, throwing the scraptor off.
It landed on the ground and slid underneath Ton-Ton. The other dinotrux and Revvit gathered around him. "…It's underneath me, isn't it?" He said nervously.
"Do... Not... Move!" Revvit whispered urgently. Ton-Ton stayed completely still. Slowly, Skya turned around, and moved her tail underneath Ton-Ton. She didn't feel anything. Looking underneath, the scrapter wasn't under Ton-Ton anymore.
"I-I-I never thought I'd say this, but it's more frightening not seeing a scraptor then it is seeing one!" Click-Clack said, holding onto Ace for comfort. The dinotrux looked around. No sign of the scraptor.
"Maybe it's gone?" Skya suggested.
"Maybe it's NOT." Waldo said. The dinotrux turned to see Waldo yelling in terror and looking up at the ceiling of the entrance, where the scraptor had been hiding by lanching on with its metal claws. Suddenly, all eyes were on Scratch, who had been watching the fight from the top of the ramp, contemplating on what to do. He couldn't fight the scraptor, otherwise he would break the scraptor code and Ripper would surely kill him. Before he could do anything, the scraptor suddenly started talking to him.
"There you are!" He said. Scratch turned to the scraptor.
"Dude, what the hell are you doing here?!"
"I'm taking one of your friends back to the scrapyard to be scrapped!"
"What?! Why?!"
"The rest of the scraptors are tired of you ass-kissing the boss, Scratch! Not to mention your hanging out with dinotrux is NOT how us scraptors do things!" At that point, the scraptor jumped onto Scratch, pinning him to the floor. "So we're gonna get a little revenge by killing one of your friends."
Before he could say any more, Ty's wreaking ball came straight at him.
As they were talking, the other dinotrux watched in intrigue and confusion. On one hand, it was cool to see Scratch talking with another scraptor by roaring. On the other...
"What is taking Scratch so long to attack the scraptor?!" Dozer said impatiently.
Just as he said that, the scraptor suddenly jumped on top of Scratch, looking like he was about to attack. Whatever the conversation had been, it had obviously not gone well.
"Scratch!" Ty yelled, and he swung his wreaking ball tail at the scraptor to protect his friend. The scraptor saw it coming and jumped off towards Ton-Ton, landing in his flatbed.
"Big mistake, scraptor dude!" Ton-Ton said, and he quickly reversed from the garage and raised his flatbed to throw the scraptor away. Unfortunately, the momentum also caused Ace and Click-Clack to be thrown off as well.
"Tool overboard!" Ace yelled as she was being tossed. Click-Clack just yelled in terror. They landed on the ground with a THUD. Thankfully, they were ok. Not so thankfully, when they recovered, they found themselves right underneath the attacking scraptor. They ran for their lives and the scraptor gave chase. The two reptools managned to stay ahead of the scraptor, but then the scraptor tried to grab them with his grapling claws. Ty stopped it by smashing his wreaking ball right in the scraptors path, causing it to be launched.
"Skya, give it the hook!" He called. Skya responded by launching the hook in her mouth at the scraptor, catching it by the tail. She then swung the scraptor onto a flat rock nearby.
"All yours Ty!" She called as she did so.
"On it!" Ty then picked up another flat rock nearby and put it on top of the scraptor, trapping it. Finally, the dust settled as the scraptor struggled to escape the rock that was on top of it. The dinotrux, Revvit, Ace and Scratch gathered around the trapped scraptor. Waldo and Click-Clack watched from the top of the ramp.
Scratch especially got in the scraptors face. After hearing about what it and his fellow scraptors plan was, he was almost tempted to kill the scraptor right here, right now. Question was, where were the other scraptors?
"Let's scrap this scraptor." Skya said determinedly, staring the scraptor down.
"Can't we keep it as a pet?" Asked Ton-Ton.
"Uhg, aren't the reptools and Scratch enough for you?" Dozer replied.
"Hey! Who are you calling PETS?" Yelled Waldo, rather offended.
"Don't get your jaws unhinged." Dozer said, rolling his eyes.
"I won't. My jaws don't hinge."
Meanwhile, the scraptor had been yelling at the dinotrux in its feral language. Loudly.
"Is there any way to turn that thing OFF?" Dozer complained.
"We HAVE to get rid of it. It is calling to its pack!" Revvit said.
"We HAVE to get it away as far as possible, if we don't want more of them." Ty agreed.
"I sure don't." Click-Clack squeaked.
"I can hook it and run." Skya offered.
"Too risky. It would take your hook apart in seconds." Ty countered.
"Uhg. If only we could MOVE it." Revvit wondered.
"What do you mean, IF?" Ty said, and, with a grunt, he used his huge chompers to pick up the scraptor via the two rocks keeping it from moving.
"I wish I could do that." Ace marveled at the sight.
"Kind of a scraptor sandwich!" Dozer laughed. "I like it."
Noticing that Ty was moving towards him, Ton-Ton understood the plan that Ty had. "Dude, I gotcha!" He jumped 180 and allowed Ty to place the sandwiched scraptor onto his flatbed.
Revvit ran up to him. "Drive as fast and as far as you can Ton-Ton!"
"You had me at fast." Ton-Ton quickly said, and he zoomed off into the distance, yelling as he went. "Woohoo! Look out! Crazy scraptor dude on board!"
Revvit then turned to the friendly scraptor. "Scratch, could you-" But Scratch was way ahead of Revvit and had given chase to Ton-Ton. "…follow him?"
Some Distance Out, In a Nearby Valley...
5-6 other scraptors dug through a trashed dinotrux, awaiting the signal of their compadres. They tore the pieces apart and chewed on them for any remains like dogs on bones. One scraptor would take a part to chew on, then another would take that part for himself. If one didn't know any better, you would assume they were nothing more than a flock of uncivilized birds.
Eventually, they heard the signal. A distinctive roar that would usually signal that a scraptor was in danger and needed help. Now it meant it was time to pounce.
The signal received, the other scraptors made their way towards the noise to help their friend and get the dinotrux the friend had managed to lure away.
Meanwhile, Somewhere Else In That Valley...
Ton-Ton eventually found a safe place to deposit his passenger, did a 180, and flung his flatbed out, throwing the scraptor off. "And don't come back!" He yelled. The scraptor picked itself up, shock off the blow from the ground, roared one last time (yelling "All yours guys!" In feral dinotrux), and ran off. Mission accomplished.
Ton-Ton turned around to head back to the garage, only to come face to face with a whole squad of scraptors, who had circled him. "Uhhh, he wasn't a friend of yours, was he?"
The scraptors just growled back. As the group closed in to attack Ton-Ton, Scratch arrived. Not wanting to do anything that may get Ripper to call the others to attack him, he just stood back and watched the battle unfold.
Later On In The Day, Back At The Garage...
After getting checked out by the reptools for any damage, the dinotrux had been waiting for hours for Ton-Ton to return. The sun was now going down from the sky, and Skya was looking out over the landscape.
"Hmm, no sign of Ton-Ton. Or Scratch." She said, concern in her voice.
"They've been gone too long." Ty said, also concerned.
"Maybe Ton-Ton went cliff jumping on the way back?" Skya suggested.
"With scraptors on the prowl? Ton-Ton's crazy, but not THAT crazy." Dozer countered.
"I fear that Dozer is correct." Revvit agreed.
"You guys stay at the garage in case they come back. I'll go look for them." Ty offered. As he headed out, Revvit jumped onto Ty's tread.
"I am coming with you. Two sets of eyes are better then one. Besides, I am starting to miss that big 'dude'." And with that, he jumped onto Ty's head, and the two of them searched in the general direction of where Ton-Ton drove off.
Even More Later, In Another Valley...
Ty and Revvit eventually found tread tracks that belonged to Ton-Ton, and followed them. By the time night fell, they had reached the end of the tracks.
"Look, the tracks stop here." Revvit pointed out. They looked around the scene until Ty noticed something glinting off his eye lights.
"What's that?" He asked. Revvit went over to the object, and immediately recognized it.
"A bolt... it's Ton-Ton's!"
"Are you sure?"
"I have replaced it 3 times. I THINK I would recognize it." Revvit said, looking the bolt over.
"Huh. I wonder what happened." To find out, Revvit looked over the tracks in the ground, using his tape measure tounge to examine it.
"There appear to be signs of a scuffle... multiple scraptors... attacking as a pack! Ton-Ton spun, parried here..." He noted.
"A scraptor was smashed into the ground there..." Ty added.
"But then they flipped him on to his back..."
"And dragged him off towards those cliffs!"
"How do you know THAT?"
"If he was on his back, the track would look something like..." Ty indicated to the other set of tracks. "...that."
"Without this bolt, he can not flip himself back over. We had better get the others." Revvit suggested. Ty agreed, so he started heading back towards the garage.
"I have to admit Ty, this is going to be VERY dangerous." Revvit said. Ty didn't really hear him, because something was weighing on his mind.
Where had Scratch been during Ton-Ton's fight?
As it turned out, he didn't have to wonder long. As he headed back the same direction he and Revvit had came from, he noticed more, much smaller tracks. He stopped and stared at them. They definitely belonged to a scraptor, and since it came from the direction of the garage...
No... He couldn't have...
Revvit noticed his friend staring and looked where Ty was looking. When he also saw the tracks, he echoed what Ty was thinking.
"More tracks. Much smaller then the others... they must belong to Scratch! But what are they doing all the way over here?" As Revvit wondered, he worried the same thing that Ty was.
Scratch had betrayed them.
Earlier That Day, After The Fight With The Scraptors...
Ton-Ton lay on his back, defeated, but still attempting to get up. One of the scraptors conversed with the others. "You two, help me move this scrap to our scrapyard! The rest of you, make room at the scrapyard for our new prey!" The scraptors complied and either positioned themsevles around Ton-Ton or made their way back to the scrapyard. It was at this point that Scratch, still watching from afar, came up to them.
Ton-Ton was the first to notice Scratch. "Scratch dude! You're here!" The other scraptors also turned to Scratch.
"I can't believe you guys. Your actually going to scrap my friend." He said, half sadly, half angrily.
"Yeah, and what are you going to do about it? Attack us?" One of the Scraptors said, coming up to Scratch and getting in his face threateningly.
"...No." Scratch said after a pause, backing off. He still couldn't believe what he was doing. He was betraying one of his friends.
Ton-Ton gasped when he saw Scratch back off from the rest of the scraptors. "Scratch, what are you doing? Kick their tails! Or at least get the others!"
One of the other scraptors smirked. "Yes Scratch, get your dinotrux friends. See where that gets yo-"
"Oi! Shut up! Do you really want MORE dinotrux to battle?!" Another one yelled. "Listen here Scratch, you may have the advantage of being able to associate with the other dinotrux without breaking the scraptor code, but you can still get points from the boss if you present this dinotrux yourself."
This made Scratch suspicious. "What are you talking about?"
"I'm saying, if you tell the boss that your sacrificing this dinotrux friend of yours for him, he'll trust you just as much as he trusts us. He may even put you next in line as the scrapyard leader."
"But I though you had to defeat him to become leader?"
"There are exceptions according to the scraptor code."
This peaked the interest of Scratch. Being leader of the scrapyard? Being able to control the scraptors to stop them from murdering more dinotrux?
"Come on, we'll go along with you if you say your presenting him yourself. Have a think about it while we take him to the scrapyard." And with that, the three scraptors grabbed the front of Ton-Ton and dragged him towards the scrapyard in the cliffs, Scratch following.
As they went, one of the scraptors turned to the one who had spoken to Scratch. "Dude, what are you doing? I thought we were trying to get rid of him?"
"Oh please." The other scraptor said. "Scratch won't be able to resist saving his friend before the night is over, especially if his other friends come looking for him. We'll scrap him or run him out then."
Some Distance And Time Later...
The scraptors and Scratch eventually made it to the scrapyard. The sun had gone down at this point, making it the beginning of night. Using the small lights in their eyes, the scraptors pulled Ton-Ton through the entrance of the cliffs that lead to the scrapyard.
And if there was any reason that Scratch would want to scrap Ton-Ton, it would be this.
Ton-Ton would not shut up.
"Hey, don't scratch the bed! The tools just fixed it. Ok, I'm warning you, when I get my hydraulics back, I'm gonna FLIP on you dudes!"
When they all got to the scrapyard, the scraptor in front of Ton-Ton called out for the scraptors that had gone on ahead earlier, to which two scraptors, the ones that talked at the same time, came up.
"The spot is ready for our new scrap." They said.
Ton-Ton over up at the scraptors and laughed. "It takes this many of you to drag me in?" The scraptors looked at each other with the same thought.
"We definitely got to destroy this dinotrux's voice box first."
Ton-Ton wasn't done. "I'm not THAT heavy... am I?"
"Take him in!" Yelled one of the scraptors, and they all grabbed Ton-Ton to drag him into the main hub of the scrapyard.
"It's kind of insulting." He muttered.
As Ton-Ton looked around, he noticed the scrapyard around him. "Wow. If you dudes weren't so creepy, this place would be cool."
At this point, one of the scraptors who had been with Ton-Ton the whole journey was getting agitated by his constant talking. He jumped onto Ton-Ton's metal belly and yelled at him, "Will you SHUT UP?!"
Of course, Ton-Ton didn't understand him. "Too bad you're really creepy."
This scraptor was just about ready to tear into Ton-Ton, when a familiar voice came from behind him. "Oi lads, what's this present you got for me?"
The others turned to see Ripper approching them. One of the scraptors nudged Scratch, indicating to go for it.
And he did. "Hey Ripper. It's one of my friends. I got him for you." He said.
Ripper turned to Scratch in surprise. "Is that so?"
"Yes Ripper. Think of it as a thank you gift for giving me a chance to work with you."
Ripper looked over his new prize. "Well, no problem. And thank YOU for this gift. We'll start scraping him tomorrow."
"Tomorrow?" Scratch said, a little confused. Not that he was complaining of course, but why weren't they doing it now?
"Yes. It's getting late. We need to get to our nests and rest before the metal dragons come."
"Who?"
Again, Ripper looked at Scratch in surprise. "You've never heard of the metal dragons?"
"...no?"
"Well, basically the metal dragons are creatures that come out at night and hunt the land for dinotrux and ferals to kill. They're like us scraptors, only they can fly."
"So, like scrapadactyls?"
"Oh no, they're far worse then scrapadactyls. They may have the wings of scrapadactyls, but they have the body of a scraptor. When they find some prey, their eyes turn from blue to red, they smoke so much a dark cloud seems to forms around them, and they you can hear them shaking. They swoop down and pin the prey to the ground, and bite into them, causing them to bleed oil until they die. Finally, once they leave and you look at the body of the prey, there's a hole where the victim was bitten. That's why we have to hide until morning, so that they don't see us when they take flight."
Scratch worriedly nodded at this information as Ripper talked, realizing who he was talking about. "I understand Ripper. Let's get into cover then."
Ripper nodded and motioned to the other scraptors to head off to their nests, which they did. Ton-Ton, who had surprisingly been quiet the whole time, suddenly called out to them. "Hey! Where are you going?"
"Their nests." Said a voice next to him. Scratch, who's nest was near where Ton-Ton was, looked over at the voice, and noticed it was the dozeratops Ripper had told him about before. Ton-Ton turned the headlights in his eyes and also looked over at the dozeratops, noticing him for the first time.
"Woah, dude! I didn't see you there... e-even though, all of you isn't there." He said.
"Name's George." The dozeratops said.
"I'm Ton-Ton." The ankylodump introduced himself.
Two scraptors nearby fought over a last piece of scrap before they headed to their nests. One roared at the other because IT wanted the scrap. Ton-Ton watched in fright.
"Ok... NOW I might be freaking out a little bit." He said.
"I been here two weeks." George said calmly. "It's not so bad."
"Dude, two of your treadfeet are missing." Ton-Ton said, concerned.
"That's one way to look at it. I perfer to look at it as two of my treadfeet are still on."
Ton-Ton was impressed. He had never thought about it that way. "Huh. Well how'd you get here."
"That my upside down friend is a tale to tell. I was with my heard one night, when I decided to go off and open myself to the universe. I treaked across purple volcano majesties. Through amber-"
"Uh, I meant how did you get HERE?" Ton-Ton interupted, much to the annoyence of Scratch. He was really liking this guy's almost hippie like attitude and story.
"Oh. Scraptors got me."
"Dude, the same thing happened to me!" They both looked over at the scraptors. They were all fast asleep in their nests.
"Good thing for both of us these things don't like to scrap at night. Afraid of the dark." George explained.
"Uh..." Ton-Ton looked around. "I'll tell you a secret. I'm kind of afraid of the dark too." He whispered.
"Really? You know what the answer to that is? Keep your eyes closed."
"...dude, that's cool!" Ton-Ton said, and he tried it. "Hey, it works! Awesome."
Scratch chuckled a little bit at the exchange between the two dinotrux. Then as things got quiet, he lay back in his nest and started thinking about himself.
What was he going to do? He couldn't go back to Ty and the others. They had already seen him talking with the dinotrux, and were probably trying to find him and Ton-Ton right now. How could he ever explain his actions? Actually forget that. He COULDN'T explain his actions because he STILL could only talk feral! If he survived and actually became friends with the dinotrux again after what happened tonight and probably tomorrow, he was going to get Revvit to find a way for him to speak normal dinotrux.
Just At That Time, At The Entrance Of The Scrapyard...
Ty, Dozer, Skya and Revvit. Four friends with one mission. Rescue their other friend, Ton-Ton.
Following the tracks Ty and Revvit had found earlier, they had ended up at some sort of entrance in some cliffs.
"Tracks lead in there." Ty noted.
"Into that big dark canyon with high walls we clearly can't get over filled with who knows what kind of danger? Sounds like my kind of night." Dozer said determindly.
"Better let me see what we're up against." Skya advised.
"Good idea." Ty agreed. And with that, Skya extended her long neck into the corner where the whole scrapyard was visible.
"That's some neck." Dozer commented.
Back IN The Scrapyard...
George used his one front treadfoot to crawl towards Ton-Ton, grunting desperately as he did so.
"A little bit farther and you'll be able to hook your horns and flip me back over!" Ton-Ton explained.
Hiding in his nest, Scratch watched the possible rescue happen. He didn't bother trying to stop them. If there was going to be a rescue, he wasn't going to be a part of it.
"It's working! (Grunt!) I'm moving! I'm moving-" Unfortunately, George fell onto his side, immobilizing him. "I'm not moving."
"Ah, it was a good try dude." Ton-Ton consoled. "Probably couldn't have flipped me back over without your treadfoot any... way..." He lost his train of thought as he heard a machine noise coming from nearby. He looked over and gasped.
"What is it?" George asked, looking where Ton-Ton was. Coming from the entrance of the scrapyard was the head of Skya, who looked around the scrapyard.
"Don't worry. We'll be outta here before you know it!" Ton-Ton cheered.
"Woah. That's soooooome neck." George commented.
Scratch also saw Skya peaking around the corner and sighed. He lay down and pretended to be asleep. They can go ahead and rescue Ton-Ton. After tonight, he was probably going to be living with the scraptors from now on.
And with that little cliffhanger, that's the end of this chapter! Thanks to everyone who's been following the story thus far, and my apologies again for being so SLOW with the updates to this story.
You have noticed I've turned this story into a season 1 thing, since I'll probably be taking a break from this story after I finish that. It's just put so much pressure on me. (And don't worry about sending me messages telling me there's no presure. I know, it just FEELS like it.)
In any case, thanks for reading, and have a great rest of your day!