Troubled

As I walked down the hallway, I felt a sense of dread fill me for an unknown reason.

I stopped.

Silence.

He's never anywhere near silent.

Carefully, I slipped through the hall, as quietly as I could, and peeked around the doorframe to the tech lab- or more commonly known as the broom closet- to see Dr. Nefarious working on something. I couldn't quite tell what it is, but somehow I knew it was bad. A warm touch on my shoulder made me glance to my right.

Nothing.

No Cora, no Brax, no Qwark, just no one. Yet the soothing touch remained and I felt myself relax slightly

I returned my to gaze to Nefarious, but he wasn't there anymore.

Startled, I look around to find him standing behind me. He was different too with his glasses spiked and the lenses shaded red.

I screamed.

With a gasp I sit up in a cold sweat. Breathing hard, I look around my room, seeing the Markazian sitting next to me.

"Ratchet, what's going on?" Talwyn asks. "And how did this happen?" She points to a big scar on the left side of my chest that continued onto my shoulder that she hadn't seen before.

Ship: Talet(I'm a big crew mate)

I DO NOT OWN RATCHET AND CLANK, THEY BELONG TO INSOMNIAC GAMES (lucky geniuses)