Our story begins with a young gremlin. His name was Sprocket. He was very unusual. He was small with brown fur and glasses. He had an unusually high intellect and unusually weak muscles. Your typical gremlin had a name like Romil, was pretty tall, and had yellow fur and perfect eyes with average brains and was also very strong.
At about the age of 10, he became less social, which was good because social interactions usually ended in smashed glasses, to work on his inventions. His teachers thought he was finally becoming normal, except for the fact that his machines were not very diabolical, although useful.
A microwave speed booster and a translator were a few of his inventions.
By 11 he had forfeit all social activity and was spending increasingly more time with a couple of common dungeon-dwellers. Using a translator he befriended a Rocket Puppy named Watson (who names a rocket puppy Watson?) and a Wolver who preferred to be called Stalk instead of the embarrassingly dorky name his mother gave him.
He and his friends shared a common goal: Escaping the clockworks he lived in and reaching the surface. By 12 he had an escape plan, complete with Plan B. It was simple: when he was a cub, he had discovered a pouch that enabled him to carry rocket and gun puppies. Watson had the power to travel everywhere... As long as it wasn't between floors. Sprocket would carry Watson in the pouch and when he and Stalk came across a knight they would beg him to take them with them.
It didn't work so well. When he talked to the knight the knight tried to shoot
Sprocket with some kind of blaster. Just then they were spotted by Reckta, swinging from a pipe overhead. Reckta was an assassin of the legendary Crimson Order. If Reckta caught you doing something illegal she would arrest you... If you were lucky.
Reckta was in a pleasant mood. She pulled a sword out of nowhere and pointed it at Sprocket. As she was about to thrust, a knight also came out of nowhere, deflecting the blow. The sword slipped out of her hand... And into the chests of a line of thwackers, ready for battle. Unarmed, Reckta slithered around the corner, hissing death and swear words.
Sprocket reached out to shake the hand of the knight who saved him. "Unfriendly", was the last thing to cross his mind before a bullet from a super stun gun made contact with his, Watson's and Stalk's heads.
I would recommend less telling and more showing. The story has nice points, such as the ending, but we need to see the substance. I can see the storyline, but I'm not engaged with what is happening, I feel no connection to the characters.
I understand, however, that it's best to start small, so I'd say you did fairly well.
Thinslayer's link is a great place to learn how to improve writing.
Hope to see more from you, and welcome to the Treasure Vault! :D