Hey everyone! I want to start off by saying that I've had something of an obsession with Ratchet and Clank as of lately. The ONLY games I've played from the series are Size Matters and the new 2016 remake (I will be remedying this very soon, however, with the Ratchet and Clank HD Collection for PS3). After watching the movie in theaters twice (seriously, it is NOT THAT BAD. It's not a GREAT movie, but I still freaking love it!), these dorks have been the only thing on my mind for the past few weeks!

A few years back, I did some research into the series, so I already had an idea of who the characters were and what they were doing. That being said, these snippets will be jumping around from different points in the series. Using a few random word generators, I was able to type up these shorts! Please enjoy! And yes, I was greatly inspired by several other fanfics of this nature around here by amazing writers such as blazichu, echo333, division-ten, and many more!

Stew

"Have I ever told you that your cooking is the best?" Ratchet asked excitedly. Clank chuckled before offering him a third bowl of stew.

The decadent aroma easily wafted throughout the kitchen and filled the air with some of the best smells that Ratchet had ever experienced.

"You mention it every time I prepare a meal. I'm glad it's decent… however, an essential part of cooking requires one to taste-test the dish before serving it."

"Are you kidding?" Ratchet exclaimed between bites, "Your meals are the best I've ever had!"

He took another spoonful, sighing contentedly before continuing.

"Besides, I'd be more than happy to test your dishes, if you want!"

Clank shook his head good-naturedly as he prepared to give him a fourth serving.

"I believe you already are, Ratchet."

Study

For the umpteenth time that day, Clank heard the distinct sound of a head defeatedly hitting a table. Hopping away from his terminal, he peered into the dining room, where Ratchet had been determined to learn Markazian, and apparently had been having no luck.

"Why does it have to be so hard?" Ratchet groaned, voice muffled from being facedown on the wooden surface.

Clank hoisted himself up onto the table and glanced at the open book. "Perhaps if you started with basic sentence structures first instead of jumping straight into the difficult aspects of the language, you would have an easier time grasping it," Clank suggested lightly.

Ratchet's head tilted up as he glared at him, silent for a moment before pushing his face back into the table.

"...I AM starting with basic sentence structures..." he muttered quietly. He shrank further into his seat when Clank began snickering.

Bitter

"I won't take it."

"Ratchet, don't be stubborn. You brought this upon yourself, after all."

Ratchet hated to admit it, but Clank WAS right... he had warned him not to run around in the rain. But it hardly ever rained on Veldin, and he couldn't help himself, and now he was paying the price with a rather nasty cold. If that didn't make matters worse, Clank had somehow gotten a hold of the most bitter-tasting medicine he could find, and was currently trying to make him drink it. Ratchet let out a large sneeze, before collapsing back against his chair with a groan. Clank sighed and shook his head. At this rate, he'd be fighting against him until the end of the day.

"Very well then. Shall we compromise? You can have whatever you want for dinner if you take this medicine."

At this, Ratchet immediately perked up, a smile growing on his face as he thought of the possibilities. Recently, Clank had been trying to get him to eat "healthier" foods, and hardly ever gave him an out like this unless it was a special occasion.

"A double cheeseburger, extra large fries, and a cola! Er, please?" he immediately blurted out, but quickly remembering Clank's innumerable lessons on manners at the end.

If he could, the little warbot would've rolled his eyes, but a smile was on his face nonetheless.

"Galaxy Burger it is, then. Now, will you please take it?"

Ratchet grimaced as he accepted the small cup from Clank, and downed it in one go.

"Blehh... ACHOO!"

Playing in the rain and getting sick? It was totally worth it.

Piano

"Clank, you see that?"

Ratchet flicked a light towards the object of his interest. A piano, dirty and worn out by time, lay in the light's wake. Clank hopped off of Ratchet's back and slowly made his way towards it.

"How curious... I never would have taken the Lombaxes for being the musical sort," Clank remarked as he inspected the old instrument. He poked one of the ivory keys experimentally, but no sound could be heard, as years of disuse made itself clear.

The Lombax Ruins on Fastoon never ceased to amaze them, and it seemed every time they thought they knew as much about the Lombax race as they could, something always turned up and intrigued them more. This particular half-destroyed home had proven as much.

"Ratchet, can you play?"

"Ha! You serious? I've never even seen one of these in-person before! How about you?"

"Unfortunately, I do not know how. But simply seeing one does inspire me to try learning. Perhaps I will even write a song for you, ehehehe!"

Ratchet laughed, and beckoned Clank to follow him out.

"Now THAT'S something I'd like to hear sometime!"

Allow

The night sky was absolutely breathtaking. Ratchet sat on the dusty ground with his back against Aphelion, and stared upwards for goodness knows how long. They were parked in the middle of... well, he wasn't exactly sure. After another promising lead to find Clank turned up cold, Ratchet had let Aphelion take over to find a place to stop for the night.

Losing track of time, not knowing where we are... boy, I'm really losing my mind these days… Ratchet thought to himself ruefully. He shook his head gently, then shifted in his seat before turning his gaze back to the sky once more. Aphelion didn't say a word, but emitted a soft hum in an effort to console the disheartened Lombax. It was plain to see that this journey was beginning to take its toll, if his drooping ears, half-lidded eyes, and limp tail were any indication.

Millions of bright stars glimmering in the distance reminded Ratchet of a conversation he and Clank had at some point not-so-recently. He closed his eyes as the memory came back to him...

"Hey, Clank, I heard something really cool today! Did you know that each star is a sun for a different galaxy?"

Clank glanced up from the book he was reading. Ratchet's tail flicked about excitedly and he bounced slightly on his heels- as expected, any talk of adventure or the unknown was sure to entice him.

"Well, it IS plausible..." Clank closed his book and gave him his full attention.

"But can you imagine? Different worlds to explore, untouched lands... maybe even some advanced technology we'd never even seen!" Ratchet's hands waved about as he spoke.

"It would be quite the adventure, that's for certain. However, it would take a very long time to explore every corner, don't you agree?"

"Sure, but that just means we'll have to start as soon as possible!"

Clank chuckled at his predictable response, and Ratchet grinned, his tail wagging just a little faster than before.

Ratchet's fists clenched, and he opened his eyes again to view the starry sky. Back then, he was eager to start exploring right away to see what was beyond the Solana Galaxy. Now, with Clank lost somewhere out there, he wasn't sure where to even begin. If what they had been talking about was true, he would be searching for his friend for an uncertain amount of time...

He pulled his knees to his chest and laid his head on his arms. He gritted his teeth and shuddered slightly.

No matter how long it takes, I will find you, Clank... I'll search for you forever if I have to.

Ratchet's resolute promise was accompanied by only a few silent tears. It was all he would allow for himself.

Deep

Ratchet hissed as he poured a canister of nanotech over a particularly large gash on his arm. It was a close call, but he'd managed to beat out the surprisingly large group of bots they had encountered on their latest mission. Clank detached himself from Ratchet's harness and moved to face him. He took his arm and inspected the cut for a moment.

"This laceration appears to be quite deep... you may have to wrap it and give the nanotech more time to work."

"Great... and this is my swinging arm, too," Ratchet grumbled as he kneeled down to give Clank- who produced a roll of bandaging from his inner compartment- a better view. With Ratchet's danger-filled tendencies, the bot knew better than to come unprepared, just in case.

"It won't take too long to heal. After all, this appears to be the only shot they got at you, correct?"

Ratchet bit back a curse as Clank began to wrap his arm, and let out an exasperated sigh before replying.

"Aside from a few nicks here and there, but it was a lucky shot, if anything!"

Fish

"I got it! I GOT IT!" Ratchet whooped as he felt a tug on the end of his line. Clank rushed to his side with a net at the ready. It had only been an hour or so, but they were on a roll, already having caught 6 fish.

He struggled with the fishing rod for a few minutes until a large, blue-green fish was wrenched out of the water. It landed straight into the net that had been extended outwards, and flipped about wildly in the warbot's grasp. Clank turned and held up a hand for a high-five, which Ratchet delivered eagerly.

"Nice catch. I believe we have plenty for dinner tonight."

"Yeah! We make an awesome team! And... I suppose it helps that fish are kinda in abundance on this planet..."

The duo had decided to take a... rest (neither dared to say "vacation" or "break" out of fear of something, anything popping up to ruin it for them as usual) on Pokitaru, and so far their day had been going considerably well.

They both knew better than to state that out loud, though, just in case they jinxed it.

Attack

His tail flicked back and forth and he silently stalked his prey. His target appeared unsuspecting, and after watching for a few seconds more, Ratchet suddenly pounced from his hiding spot.

"PILLOW FIGHT!" his battle cry rang out, and his aim was true…

...if only Clank hadn't turned at the last moment and caught the fluffy pillow mere centicubits from his face.

Clank chuckled as he caught sight of the shocked confusion that crossed Ratchet's features.

"I've learned to expect at least this much from you, especially since you initiated the impromptu pillow fight last week. However," his other hand emerged from behind his back, and an equally-as-fluffy pillow appeared, "this time, I am prepared."

The pillow flew straight into Ratchet's face, and he immediately retaliated, both of them bursting with laughter the entire time.

And just like last time, Clank won the war.

And that's a wrap for this part! I have some more prompts, but by all means, if you have any single-word prompts you want me to try, please let me know! No romance though, please- this is a fic about Ratchet and Clank's awesome friendship!
I wrote the entirety of "Allow" with this song here: watch?v=OfvoiEsOqus