Spud panted as soon as he reached The Dark Side of the Mall. His plan had been ruined! It was all Bonz-eyes fault. If it weren't for her, Burgertron was good as exiled! But she ruined it all. The Lost Bots were too sympathetic to each other. His plan could have worked! Why did that have to happen? All he wanted was...company. It was lonely on this side. The only living thing that came over here was Dave. And he couldn't talk to him, even though he had already broken the Sacred Rule at the end of The Gold Rush Games. Spud angrily kicked a small rock out of the way, it flying through the air and hitting the ground. His anger fuelled him. Why couldn't his plan have worked?!
"Stupid Lost Bots! They ruin everything! Ugh! What can I do now? If I go back Bonz-eye will get me! They'll all get me! I can't fight a werewolf...Without getting hurt at the least. What can I do to—Huh?" Spuds hand began to ache.
"Ah great. That attack must have gotten me pretty good." He sighed. But then a snap. And a crack. And a crackle. What was going on. He looked at his hand which was seemingly growing claws. He gasped...What was going on?
To be continued in Salty Fur...