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'Why do I feel alive? Am I not a scrap piece of metal? How is it that I can think, or move for that matter? My fins can move up and down, and my tail swishes in a left to right motion. I am alive.'
Finally, the big whale opened his eyes. Blinking once, he could see the fat witch who had created him. His 'master', who was now crackling like the witch she was.
She was dressed in black, and wore a scarf around her neck. Her pointed witch hat matched her outfit, and like in all the stories, her skin was green. She also had a wart on her long, pointed nose. Clanker did not like her at first sight, and was going to grow to hate her even more later on.
"Finally my biggest project yet is done," she crackled to the green, mutated monster beside her. He was dressed in a white lab coat. "I have created my Metal Masher."
"It'sss very nice, mistresss," the monster replied. Clanker noticed he was out of water. He couldn't breathe very well through his gills. "Should he be in water, mistresss?"
"He is a whale," she said, then ordered, "Klungo, take him to the cavern downstairs."
"Yesss, mistresss," Klungo, the green monster, then hooked up a bunch of cold chains to the whale. He looked more like a shark, and had two gold teeth where Gruntilda ran out of metal. Klungo began to drag the giant whale down the stairs.
'The ground is painful under my belly, and I can not breathe well. I need water. These halls are also very tight for my big size. My fins are being scrapped along the walls, and the pain from that is unspeakable. But it is also sparking, like my belly. It can’t be a good sign.
The chains are also painful, and mighty cold. They dig into my metal as I am pulled along. They shift slightly from time to time and block my gills. I can not breathe then. Any my air hole... it has been plugged with a bolt. Chain cover it, so I can not breathe from it. This is unbearable. Why must I have been brought here into this awful tower?'
When Klungo finally got the metal whale to the place where the cavern was, it was dank and smelled of sewer. Was it a sewage line? Clanker couldn't tell, but he did pick out a few barrels around that had toxic signs on them. With his giant fins and body size, he wasn't sure that he could get past without spilling them.
And they'd land right in his water. He was now frightened of this. If they were knocked into his water, Klungo would not take heed to get them out. This was something Clanker knew. The chemicals would eventually kill him, for inside of the whale was like the inside a real human. Just with a few clockwork adjustments.
He scrapped across the ground in pain, but he desperately tried to ignore it. Suddenly, as they neared the water, Clanker felt the tip of his fin touch the metal can. Panic washed over him, and he didn't know what to do. He flailed his fin in a rush of worry, and managed to knock the can backwards instead of into his pond. It spilled into a pool with snippets.
He was dragged onward, and Klungo didn't care about the snippets either. But Clanker did. He worried and wondered what had happened to them. He was not allowed to see it.
What did happen to them was they were turned into mutant snippets. The turned the same colour as Klungo. There were four of them that this happened to. The same thing would've happened to Clanker had the toxic waste fallen into his side. He was almost thankful the snippets had to suffer and he didn't, but his heart was too big to feel like that.
'Those poor snippets… how could I have done something like that? Yet, it was an accident. I wish I could see what I have done to them. I fear it is the worst, but hope it is not. The feeling of guilt is now in the pit of my heart. I do not know how to obliterate the feeling, but I know it is there.
Klungo had finally removed the chains that unable me to breath. With one violent shove, he had me into the water. With simple instructions, I swam out into a bigger cavern. It was nice, but... the water was disgusting. Breathing it in is surely bad for me, but at least I can breathe.'
The water was muggy, and tinged with brown. The cavern was small, but big enough to hold him. There were vents on the walls, probably to listen in on him when he was alone. But he was thankful he could breath.
Klungo sat on a little platform right in front of him. He watched the whale for a moment before saying, "Mistresss will make you work hard. Look out..."
Clanker had trouble believing that Klungo was talking to him like this, but knew he was right. But as metal scrapper how could it possibly be so much work? How much metal could a lady scrap in a day?
Clanker floated and waded, swishing his fins up and down to stay a float, and his tail back and forth to make a splash. Klungo had left him, and he was alone. Yet, he didn't feel alone. In the dank old cavern where the only sound he could hear was his own splashing, he felt she could hear it to. Gruntilda Winkybunion, the one who had created him.
Once in awhile, he let himself sink down to the bottom, almost. Once he had gone all the way, but his belly had hit a metal pipe. He remembered not to go that far anymore. But it was peaceful, and every time he rose up to the air, he would blow the bolt from his air hole. It would shoot up into the air, and land back in. But it wasn't painful.
'Maybe I will get used to the cavern. Maybe I will not. But which ever it is, I know this is where I'll be forced to stay. I can not go against it; my destiny has been chosen for me already. The sound of my rusty metal skin creaking with each movement comforts me. The sound of my fins and tail splashing the water also comforts me. The sound of the water dripping from the ceiling disturbs me. I've yet to discover why.
At least I can breath, and the pain from the filthy water has stopped. In fact, there is no more pain. I feel almost happy, except for the small amount of space. I can not turn, or even swim. And trying to jump would make me crash through the floor when I land. I would be lectured for sure, and would not even have water. Perhaps this is as good as it will get for me. But, at least it is something.'