...the moment he saw Ratchet's eyes glaze over, he was at his side. No movement from the Lombax, save for the slight breathing, it being the only sign of life. Ratchet was slowly being pulled into the realm of Mab, the Blood Queen.
Clank gently took his friend's hand. It felt lifeless, and very cold, even through the thick work glove. He was perplexed by how his friend wasn't shivering, when Ratchet's entire body looked tensed. A quick thought brought one theory; Ratchet's mind and spirit was now deeply infused with the Blood Queen's control.
At this rate, he would freeze to death. There wasn't much of anything Clank could do for him, however.
It was cold. And cold was an unbearable understatement. Even in this...where ever he was... he could still feel, taste even, the chill. It was as if his every sense knew nothing but the cold.
He should be shivering, mind numbing as the air around him was.
However, as soon as the thought of personal awareness crept into his being, another, much sharper-almost painful- thought intruded. He wanted to retch. Along with this violation of his mind, was an acrid smell, a taste that was close to metallic...
Now there wasn't just the cold, but the heavy essence of blood. His stomach revolted and he just about lost everything he had. Wincing, he carefully looked around him. There wasn't much there, and most of what his brain could gather was a grey void, and a light bit of... something that looked like ash.
"Wasn't my Blacklands enough for you?"
He whipped his head around to where he thought the voice came.
He wanted to scream. He wanted to close his eyes. He wanted to cry.
Black coils of something spiney and twitching lay convulsing, a bright, wet looking red substance, touched with thick meaty like specks, formed veins, pulsing and humming, around another convulsing mass. This second layer of blackness was large, larger than his ship. Somewhere in all of that gorge, there were sounds like moaning, except it didn't quite reach the pitch that... well, something NOT like this thing would make. And it scared the shit out of him, this noise.
Third mass, was a body. More specific, a woman's body. As if standing in the middle of this morass of confusion, the body moved as if to rebel against it's own lower, twitching body. And there was a face, black as it was, and almost featureless. Yet plain as day, it smiled... blood oozing out of the orifice.
His throat choked on the words that wouldn't even form in his mind, his head shaking no.
The entire thing moved towards him.
"No?...what a pity." The voice was silk, almost a shock to hear with the noise from below.
"Nothing to find? No one to traverse with? But the snow is quite lovely, even without a soul about."
Her hands almost natural looking, found their sharp clawed figures touching lightly yet firmly to his forehead. He flinched, but was all he could do. He couldn't move a damn thing. He wanted to faint, to black out, anything but have to witness this unfathomable entity.
"....w.....w.....WHAT THE FUCK!?!"
The darkness was complete. no lights, no moon, no other celestial body to bounce any light. It was as if a cloak was lain across them, if not the entire region.
Looking up, Clank saw nothing. No clouds, no stars, nothing. Nothingness.
It bothered him.
He still knew there were crags and large monoliths of rock around them both, as the noise of soft wind would bounce off of surfaces, creating different levels of nearness of an object. Unfortunately, not even the light emanating from his eyes was enough to see.
"This is not the best time to be unconscious, Ratchet..." But he drew closer to him, keeping his hand on top of his friend's.