Rip of the Rift 2: A new world

Fallout woke up with a gasp. As he continued to breath raggedly, he looked at his surroundings, noticing that he was in a cave. He stood up and looked around for an exit. When he couldn't immediately find one, he walked towards one of the walls, and started to feel around. He slowly worked his way to the right making sure he had felt everything. He had almost done a full circle when he felt a slight puff of air from a crack that he hadn't really paid much attention to before, but now that he noticed it, he could definitely feel moving air currents through it. He stepped back, and started to think, before remembering something.

Ice expands! he thought. He readied his hands and stuck his index finger into the crack, up to his first knuckle, and started freezing the stone and air around his finger. The stone started to groan and crack , and after five seconds, it finally started to fall down. Fortunately, it was away from Fallout. As he stared through the new hole in the wall, he realized that he could hear something that wasn't caused by the iced wall or by him. He wasn't alone. It sounded like breathing.

"H-hello?" a voice suddenly said. It had come from behind a stalagmite.

"Who are you?" Fallout asked. "Are you ok?"

"You don't sound like the others," the voice said.

"What others?" Fallout asked. When the other person didn't respond for a while, Fallout started to think he didn't hear him, so he was about to repeat his question when the guy answered.

"The women!" he said.

"Yeah, I'm not a woman," Fallout said. The other guy softly gasped and quickly poked his head around the side of the stalagmite. From the second that Fallout saw him, he had short sand colored hair and metallic grey skin. And he looked young.

"You really aren't," the guy said.

"Who are you?" Fallout asked.

"You're not going to take me back, are you?" the guy asked. Fallout sighed.

"No," he said. "What's your name?"

"Core Producer," he said. "What's yours?"

"I'm Fallout," Fallout said. "How do we get out of here?"

"The exit is guarded," Core Producer said. "I can't go back anyway."

"Why not?" Fallout asked.

"They'd do the thing again," Core Producer said.

"What thing?" Fallout asked.

"I don't know what it's called specifically," Core Producer said. "At first it feels great, but after 4 or 5 times it starts to hurt."

"What do they do to you?" Fallout asked.

"They make my dongle hard, and then they start doing things with it," Core Producer said. Fallout almost choked on nothing.

"They have sex with you?" he asked.

"If that's what it's called, then yes," Core Producer said. "I can't go back there."

"Well, then, is there another exit?" Fallout asked. "I can take you with me." Core Producer gasped.

"Really?" he asked. "You can get me out of here?"

"Yes," Fallout said. "Now, is there anoth-" Suddenly there was a screeching sound that lasted five seconds.

"It's them," Core Producer said. "Quick! Pick me up!" Fallout walked around to the side that Core Producer was on and realized two things. One, his legs looked terrible, and probably couldn't support Core Producer. Second, he was naked.

"Why are you naked?" Fallout asked, covering his eyes.

"I was never given any clothes," Core Producer said. "Now, please, you need to get me out of here!" Fallout groaned, and started to pick him up. Core Producer wrapped his arms around Fallout's arms and got onto his back.

"Now, go out of the other exit," Core Producer said. "And hurry!" Fallout started jogging out into a hallway like passageway.

"Make the first left," Core Producer said. As Fallout turned left, he thought he saw something turn into the hallway.

"Second right. Continue after the first four way intercross and then hit the fifth left," Core Producer muttered into Fallout's left ear. "Then continue to the skylight." Fallout started to pick up speed as he made each turn, until he saw the skylight that Core Producer had spoken about. As he started to run, he heard another screech, this time with one right behind him.

"Run!" Core Producer yelled. Fallout looked behind him, and his blood froze. If what was behind him was one of the 'women' that Core Producer had talked about earlier, then they were in trouble. It barley looked human, and had giant claws that could probably pierce through his body. He picked up his pace, and when they started getting near the skylight, he picked Core Producer off his back and started carrying him in his arms.

"Get ready to climb," Fallout said.

"What?" Core Producer asked. Fallout's only response was to throw him upwards at the skylight. Core Producer was able to grab onto the ledge, and started to drag himself upwards. Fallout leapt at the wall, and managed to spring himself towards the skylight. Core Producer had already gotten on top of the skylight. Fallout was just barely able to grab into the ledge, and was able to pull himself upwards and into daylight. The creature below him hissed and made the screeching sound again. And it was answered. Several times.

"What are those?" Fallout gasped.

"Those are women," Core Producer said. "So, are there more men?" Fallout nodded.

"I was separated from them," Fallout said. "Why were you in that room?"

"I am used for...sex? Is that what you called it?" Core Producer asked. Fallout nodded, and Core Producer continued. "I am the only man in the town, the only way of reproduction. All day, every day, they come in and have sex with me."

"The only man?" Fallout asked. "Is that why you couldn't walk?" Core Producer nodded.

"My legs haven't been usable since the sex started," he said. "It's not as great as you would assume."

"Wow," Fallout said. "So, where are we? You're going to need to explain some of the stuff to me." Core Producer was about to start talking when another roar sounded. A much louder roar.

"It's the queen!" Core Producer yelled. "We have to get out of here!" Another roar sounded, and Fallout shot up. The ground started to rumble and....something started to emerge from the skylight. Core Fusion looked terrified. Then Fallout realized that it was a hand. A huge and misshapen hand, clawed and black. Then the ground around the skylight started to crack and break as the hand pulled whatever it was connected to up and out of the underground hallway.