Not so normal ships

Rat Scott Smajor

What if she never rescued him

Eyes widened as he found himself in a corner with no way out. Himself and lots of other rats had been huddled ontop of the table before the Janitor ran in with his net in hand. He was going to capture a rat and he didn't care witch.

Scott had ran, as everyrat else did but he found himself in a corner while the others escaped. Tears in his eyes, he tried climbing up the walls but no matter how fast and how grabby his hands were, the doom was inevitable.

That janitor was out for vengeance and Scott just happened to be in the wrong place at the wekng time.

He turned around to see how far away the janitor was but it came to a supprise when the larger, tall human was stood above him holding what seemed to be a metal cage.

He dropped it, causing a loud 'Kadunk!' and the next thing Scott knew, he was in a cage. It wasn't like the usual cages, this one didn't have a way out. This one was made specifically for whatever was in there, to never escape.

His body froze in place as his eyes looked up, the man was smirking, showing off his teeth as his eyes were filled with vile.

The sounds of rats yelling and squeaking began to fall quiet. Everyone was either in hiding it had left and ran. No-Rat could save the poor farmer. No-rat could help...no-rat would help...no-rat was capable to go against the janitor. It was all over.

"Haha...look what I've got here ya stupid beast. Not so sly now are ya"

The janitors voice was brooding and scrappy. He was happy with his new found prey and he wasn't letting it go.

"You've messed with me too long little rat. Exploding the boiler? I knew it was you. You've made this place awful to live in. But no more. Your other rat friends will watch as you die to my hands and they will take it as a warning! No more squeaking. No more stamping. No more stealing. No more exploding. No.More.Rats!"

Scott let a whimper fall from his lips as he pressed his back to the side of the cage. He hadn't even been the one to explode the boiler. That wasn't him. He was busy farming and being with Owen...he wasn't a bad rat...he was a good one! He just wanted to live.

His whole body was rattled when the cage was grabbed and pulled into the air. He was sent flying into the other side of the cage as the janitor shook the box.

"Weak little rat."

"....Owen" Was all Rat Scott Smajor could let out before he was slammed agaisnt the other wall. He was being thrown back and forth, back and forth, back and forth until all he could do was lay there, on the iron bars, with tears streaming down his face.

The janitor laughed a proper belly laugh before disappearing off into the basement with Smajor in his possession.

This would not be a good
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Part 2 coming tomorrow