An orange-colored fur alien hobbled as fast as he could on all fours. His breathing was rapid, he felt his heartbeat as fast as he used to make awesome music with the noises he copied. He looked back and saw nothing. That was good but wasn't going to slower his pace. He known all too well what will happen, if he did. Never again would he be subjected to that way of life, especially when he was nothing more than a tool that owner would gladly get rid as soon as his usefulness was finished.
All of the sudden he found a hallway with dim lights in the distance. That guy must haven too lazy to fix those things. Ah well, he could rest there for right for a bit. He went there.
Once there, he sat on his butt. He panted for a tad, even though it felt like a year before sighing. Looking down with a sadden face, he saw his legs, one of them was bent in a weird way.
It looks like your leg is broken. Tough you should have thought about that before getting the wrong noise.
That terrible memory from a while ago again popped up again. It was not like he was trying on purpose to get the wrong noise; he liked serval of the sounds he recorded and that was what his creator programed him to do. He was the two hundred-fifty-eight experiment.
"Alright, the thing went down this way?" A new voice sprang up.
He perked and looked around until he saw a big and tall fish like alien cop holding a plasma gun walking towards him.
His body tensed. The orange-fur alien was forced into look too many look out jobs to know that cops don't play nice.
At that moment, instincts kicked in, causing him to play the sound of alien animals.
""There You are." The cop uttered, running right for him.
Cruses. Experiment Two-Five-Eight dashed out of there. He could hear the cop saying something, while plasma guns were fired at him and kept missing.
After going down a few hallways, then saw an opened room: to what? He didn't know but wasn't going to stop for a second thought.
When he gotten there, the saw what looked to be a control room of kind. Limping he made his way to front where all of the buttons and switches are.
"OW, BLISTSNACK!" familiar voice sprang up that made his eyes widen.
It sounded like the fish cop. He pressed buttons until a computer voice popped.
"Extenuating connector off mode. After seconds of noises and saw the stars in the widows move, he then hard the computer voice saying "Hyperdrive start in T minus ten seconds. Ten, nine, eight-"
He didn't know what was going on nor what was hyperdrive he hadn't heard from when he was with his creator and certainty all of the places, he was forced to go to didn't used that word.
"Two-one."
All of the sudden, windows stared showing rainbows moving faster than Experiment One-Five-Eight in the process of finding something.