The Ashen Fortress II

[Claptrap]

After spending what seemed like a small eternity trying to climb the steps of the fortress, Claptrap managed to hall himself up to the stone wall and gave the hidden door a jumping high five to open it. Claptrap wandered in to find a new room in the fortress, with an ominous black orb floating above a pool of blood.

"Well, this is new. Usually they try to sign you up for a newsletter before they show you the sacrifice room." The robot mused to himself as he picked up a note signed by Kuzuru. It read:

'Claptrap, I don't know what exactly your blood equivalent is, but put some oil or coolant or something in here, and you'll get stronger if we ever have to defend the fortress.'

"Well, who am I to refuse demonic blood power?" Claptrap said as he unscrewed a fuel line in his arm before letting a small amount of oil mingle with the blood. It glowed menacingly, being greedily accepted by the pool as if it were real blood. "Cool." Claptrap said simply before turning and going back to his room.

-Small timeskip-

Claptrap opened his door and walked out to see Kuzuru watching television. 

"Oh, hey boss." Claptrap said as he looked at the tv. A bounty? That was both a sign of power, and a cross hair over your back. 

"Oh, Claptrap." Kuzuru said, a little surprised to see the robot. "Where were you? I called out and no one responded.

"Sorry, I was practising my dance moves in my room and must have had the music too loud."

"I didn't hear any music."

"The music's in here." Claptrap said, pointing to where the heart would be on a person. "My internal speakers, that is."

Kuzuru chuckled slightly. "Well, it looks like we're going to have to hold off on dancing for a while, we've got work to do." 

Claptrap gave a salute to the demon with a resounding 'yessir'.