Outcast (A Yogscast Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1: Yoglabs

Quick note: So this chapter will feature a little bit of backstory again, so I'm sorry if it is slow...don't worry ;) exciting stuff coming soon, especially in the note at the end!

Lewis' POV

Uncertainly, Lewis taps his aching, overworked fingers on the cold wooden surface of his desk. Hooking his feet under one of his desk drawers, he pulls himself to the left on his wheeled desk chair, which squeaks loudly in protest. Fumbling with an ever growing pile of papers, he thumbs through them to find the right one.

"Are you sure this is ready to go public?" He didn't try to hide the unsure tone of his voice, tugging the set of papers he was trying to find out of the rest of the pile.

"Positive" the testificate answers, bobbing its unnaturally weird head. "We've been testing it for months now without any problems and it has just been gathering dust."

Hesitating, Lewis glances down to the portal gun blueprints in his hand. Yoglabs had been steadily distributing the odd trinket or two over the years, but nothing like this. This enterprise is his pride and joy; if the portal gun product backfires...

"Just bloody release it already!"

Lewis pinches his nose, having completely forgotten about the dwarf in the room. Turning in his chair smoothly, he faces the ginger bearded man.

"Friend, if this goes wrong, it could mean the end of the company."

"Nothing will go wrong! If we don't release something big like this-and soon-the company will collapse anyway." Simon huffs in his direction, muttering "scrub lord" under his breath which Lewis does not miss, but refuses to comment on.

Lewis sighs, turning back to the blueprints as the testificate cuts in. "Releasing it would make room for new prototypes, we could start making something else whilst we distribute it to our customers-"

Lewis cuts him off with a slight wave of his hand, and he groans in defeat, running a hand through his black hair and dislodging his thickly rimmed glasses in the process. "Fine! Release it to the public." Quickly correcting his glasses, he stands and shoots a glare at his best friend and co-worker. "But don't blame me if it goes wrong."

Lewis leaves abruptly, his lab coat swirling out behind him in his wake. He had never understood how Duncan had managed to keep his so clean. Clenching his fists, Lewis thinks back to his old best friend; he had been so sure that Duncan would join his company as the man was obsessed with science. But instead, he had taken on Kim as an apprentice, and gone off with her to make another castle.

Betrayed. Confused. Angry. Lewis had gone through all the stages. He has Simon, of course, but his dwarven friend is more interested in making the lab look nicer and testing out experiments; he lacks the enthusiasm for science, and sometimes this annoys Lewis. He never voices his annoyance, and he tries to bottle up his frustration by throwing it into his work; but at night, when he is alone in bed in pitch blackness, he thinks back to how life was like, before the bomb. Simon adored the company, Honeydew inc. and he was always passionate about creating new mechanisms for the factory-now it was a dilapidated wreck after a second, smaller, accidentally activated bomb. Duncan would always be by Lewis' side whilst working, and when time was short and stress took him over, Duncan was always there to comfort him, reassure him. And Hannah...