Sparky flown past the small forest with great speed, looking for.., there-there was his target. In the bit of a distance away he saw a robot that belonged to Hamsterville. Great.
At that moment he zipped faster, hoping to strike fast enough to shut down the bot. He could figure out how to get it to Jumba later. However, as he did the bot stopped him by firing a beam light that he only saw at the last second, hitting him on the left side
He fell back and on to the ground pretty hard. At that moment he felt a sting came from his left eye and left arm. He shut his eyes tight and grabbed on his left arm as he cried out in pain. The yellow fur experiment rolled over, laying on his good side. All he heard was what sounded like the robot moving right before the sounds of what sounded like a spray paint can being in use. There felt the pain subsiding and his eyes growing heavy. Then, like a tv being turned off, his vision switched to black.
Miles away, Pleakley ran as and fast as he could. He breathed at a rapid pace and his three feet left like lead, but nothing was going to stop him. Nothing, not the rain that hit his face, cold that his skin, not even the threat of Hamsterviel's Robots showing up. His mind was on one thing. Just then, the one-eyed alien heard a short grunt as he felt a tiny hand squeezed the front of his dressed soiled in pink blood that was now turning to brown.
"Ah... Don't worry Yarrp. Daddy got you... We're going to see Jumba... It going to be alright." He uttered through his pants, trying to keep an optimistic mind.
Petting the teal fur creature on the arm while still cradling said creature, Pleakley felt the experiment shaking. The pain must be getting more serious. He rushed faster.
As he made it to the familiar red spaceship. His facial expression sprang to a positive one. Good. He kept up the pace and went inside.
There, he searched around in a frantic manner for the evil genius, until he spotted the scientist working on some on examine table.
"Jumba." He called out.
The larger alien ceased what he was doing, looked up, and at him with a sock and baffled face.
"Six one three?" Jumba called the Experiment's number name. "But how?"
"Me and Kixx found him about to be killed off by one of Hamsterviel's robot. Kixx told to run while he stayed and fight." Pleakley explained in sadden tone.
"Quick, put Six one three on the table next to Five two three?"
The one-eyed alien did just that.
As Pleakley watched Jumba place the bleeding experiment, he looked away for a second and saw a familiar blue colored experiment, lying on the table, not moving with a paw that was no longer and small sections of his head and chest removed like a doctor didn't close the wounds on finishing an operation.
"Ah... What happen to him?" The green one-eyed alien asked, pointing at the motionless experiment trying hard not to vomit.
The largest guy sighed. "Apparently Five two three had token the bullet for Six one nine, though it looks it was too much for him to take. We still don't know the whereabouts of Six one nine."
"How did you know that?"
"Five two three told me before he passed out. Unfortunately, Five two three took a severe blow... that he'll be dead within a few in a few hours.
At that moment, Pleakley couldn't help, but feel heartbroken for the ice making experiment. Just like almost every other experiment the green skinned alien came across, he may not care for him at first and was even fearful of what he could, but as time went on Pleakley came to like Slushy.
Just then, heard something being put on something metal hard.
He peered to Jumba and saw the four eyed alien Ceased what he was doing, hung his head, and not looking back at him.
The green skinned alien tensed his body. He could feel whatever going to come out of his larger friend's mouth not going to be good.
Jumba sighed again before saying "There's nothing I could do."
"What?! But there got to be something?"
"No. Six one three is too badly damage. I 'm afraid he has even less time than Five two three. It's best to say our goodbyes."
"No!"
"I 'm sorry."
At that moment, cyclops alien felt tears building up and started to leak out. Just then he saw Yarrp putting his hands on his chest. honking with a painful expression.
"SIX ONE THREE?!" Jumba called out with hands on his head.
"YARRP!" Pleakley uttering as he dashed to the noise making experiment tears fly out lout like a tiny waterfall.
He then put arm on the now panting experiment as he sobs, he heard Jumba talking most likely to the teal fur experiment but couldn't make out what was said. He heard something about he could. It couldn't be, Yarrp's going to be put down?
"NO! YOU CAN'T?!"
"Pleak-"
"NO!... he has-"
All of the sudden the green skin alien felt claw like hands grabbing on to his shoulders, pulling him back and away quickly. Blinded by his own tears, he flailed his arms around in a frantic manner, trying grab on to something-anything, but the owner of the hands was too strong.
"Ah, YARRP!" He uttered but heard nothing.
After, what felt like forever, he heard doors closed.
"No."
Meanwhile, Jumba just watched an emotional Pleakley be dragged by Experiments Five one three and Five one five, he turned shifted his attention back to Six one three.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked with a sadden face.
The badly injured, while gritting his teeth just gave a node.
Jumba sighed and did what his experiment asked.
It was going to tough one.
When a few hours passed, Jumba walked out the room with a sadden face, feeling... well not great about what he had to do, however it was the only way. He heard loud crying noises he peered over to see Pleakley on the floor sobbing with Five one three and Five one five doing their best to comfort him. He was going to talk to his friend, but he knew that Pleakley mixed with strong emotions was a dangerous thing. He figured it would best to let the earth shaker and the slasher experiments to keep doing what they were doing and tell Pleakley later when said green skin alien in a less emotionally charged state.