This is my first attempt at a fanfic, this is also a terrible excuse for procrastination.
Bear with me if there are any grammatical errors

*I honestly didn't expect to write a "Part II" for this, I thought i was complete enough as it was xD
*It was complete enough, deleted part II for ridiculousness.

ah well, it's definitely finished this time
Hope you guys can find it enjoyable :)

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The core was still closed, the world was still dormant. The many screens that littered the room still showed nothing, offering only the static that they had been giving ever since those knights had embarked on their mission. A single knight stood before the core, gripping a single object. He put his hand forward, and dropped a bronze bolt onto the cold desolate floor.

==Part 1==

"Where am I? How long have i been out?"
Is what he would've asked, if he could talk.

This time four new faces had greeted him. Four faces filled with innocence, yet empty with dread.

"They're obviously new to this!"
Is what he would've said, if he could joke.

He would've laughed a little too, but laughing only brought pain.

The clanking of their armor was the most prominent sound as they treaded the level. The four knights that followed him were quiet now. When they had first met, the air was much more welcoming.
The four knights were hurling jokes at each other, kneeling over with laughter and enjoyment, their faces glowed with a sense of determination and camaraderie.

Everyone was silent now.

He sort of preferred it this way, if they had been walking around screaming jokes at each other, every gremlin on the floor would've come after them.

But it's not like he couldn't handle it though; he fended the last few groups off quite well. The way he shielded the four knights from the wrenches and gun puppies was uncanny.

"Years of practice!"
Is what he would've called it, if he could boast.
"Or was it more out of habit?"
It felt more like the latter.

They were near the end now, he could feel it. And if he could sigh, he'd probably be sighing alot. The four knights had pretty much abandoned any sort of formation and just stuck to walking directly behind him.
He looked back at the four knights. Four skronney looking pitiful excuses for knights. They were all wearing proto, sporting a green gun and a green shield. He wondered how in the world they had gotten this deep into the clockworks without losing anyone.

Were there others they relied on?
Others from other floors that hadn't made it this far?

"These damn moochers"
He would've complained, if he could care.

They had reached the Lift, the four knights were exhausted, he was just fine. The elevator hummed and flickered as they approached, a tv faintly showed a symbol for what awaited them below.
He watched as the each knight got on one by one, and then it was his turn.

It was funny, he'd gotten this far yet the lift still made him uneasy, it seemed so foreign to him.

Suddenly a surge of energy ran through him, pierced every joint in his body, emotions flooded into him. He was astonished, he couldn't move.

"What happened? What's going on?!"
He thought, his mind was racing.

He could only stand there and watch, as the fence was raised and the lift whirred into life without him. The elevator seemed to ooze down to the next level, as if to taunt him and his inability to do anything about it.
What was even more disturbing was the four knights. They seemed completely unphased by what had happened, their bleak, scared faces had once again lit up with joy. They had finished the level, one of them even got a lockbox from the prize wheel!
They had completely forgotten him.

"But why?"
He wondered.

He was still right in front of them, he was sure they could see him suffering; unable to move as the lift carried the rest of the team farther down. A small sense of agony shot through him and he screamed.
It was a small scream, it was as quiet as a whisper, and the voice was oddly metallic.

The four knights were long gone.

The surge had left him, and so had his feelings. He was once again indifferent to everything. He wandered around the empty level for what seemed like days, everything seemed so familiar to him. Just how long had he been stuck here?

The surges came back, each time getting progressively weaker.
And he noticed that he too was getting weaker. Was he hungry? What did he eat?

"How did i survive this long without food?"
Is what he'd probably ask, if he cared.

He was tired; his final moments were upon him. The Mecha Knight found a wall to lean against and sat down. It was quiet, no signs of movement anywhere. But he knew that in just a couple of hours this floor would be bustling again. Filled with a new set of Gremlins and a new set of their rag tag creations.

As the light from his visor flickered and died, he looked out into the clockworks, to what awaited him below.

Hopefully the next set of faces would be kinder to him.