( Melly’s Mod Notes: A lot of lovely credit and prop and salutes goes to @chibineko55 for the first part of this piece! They’re amazing and their ideas for the pairing Tyrest/Human/Pharma are just lovely and full of potential.
Some minor edits here and then plus with me expanding on my piece, the middle bit, because I am a cruel god. Links have also been added to give reference/idea of what’s being discussed. Please heed the warnings I’m about to say now: There are rather graphic descriptions of non-con, body horror, experimentation, and mind break.
Dedicated to chibineko55, @self-indulgent-scribbles, and @robotyuris (I can’t mention you for some reason hmm) because hey hey hey I saw those tags and asks last night. )
Like this would happen after yandere!Pharma events, the human is kidnapped and brought in front of Tyrest and Pharma. When the liaison sees Pharma the traumatic memories come and it is maddening. There is so much fear in the human and what they do?
Sweet talk, like “You look lovely when you scream Lorem~”.
Also there was that device in the comics that send a message to the bots brains that they can’t move. This will be used to control the poor human once cyberformed.
They will make all kinds of commands if the liaison refuses to do what they are told. The first times they have to use the commands so that they get to play out their fantasies. They do stop using the command at some point to say to the liaison that if they want to have more freedom then they must do everything they say and not to fight back. If they obey they will get the cuddles they need after hard fragging.
Now escape is futile. Pharma will make sure there’s a tracking device inside the liaison that they can be tracked and you can’t get it out without a skilled surgeon. Also it blocks any comm links so that they can’t send any messages. Basically it blocks any kind of signal! But of course only Pharma and Tyrest can send messages to them.
If the liaison has tried to escape the fragging will be extra worse since there is anger in the air. The possessiveness increases and increases.
Only escape is a long long painful death. Since Pharma is a skilled doctor he can cure you every time but at some point liaison’s spark fails and they die in silence.
The bit about the human willingly allowing some of the stuff/fantasies happening to them in exchange for freedom is great. Suddenly they can’t say they had no say on the matter anymore. They can choose but it’s like asking someone if they want to sip their offered poison slowly or take it down in one.
Trying to ask themselves what part of their soul they’re willing to throwaway that day for a promised respite, a chance to breathe. What they’re willing to do to make Tyrest happy, Pharma sated while some part of their brain recoils at what they’re doing. They’re starting to find it more and more difficult to look themselves in the eye when they clean themselves up in the washracks and check their reflection for paint transfers and dents and transfluids.
THIS CAN BE TAKEN EVEN FURTHER THOUGH. (If you want it to because if not that’s cool since your scenario is amazing but can you imagine just.)
Pharma and Tyrest deciding to rebuild the liaison to what they want. Not just in body but also in mind and soul. They can strip the disgusting bone and flesh off their little light so why not take the next step in this glorious transformation? The liaison can be even more perfect in their optics. They only need a better name, a better personality. A personality that does not have their current flaws of pride and arrogance and that horrid belief that they don’t belong here with them.
Every morning the liaison wakes up and tries to repeat their name, their age, their position as the liaison of the Lost Light. How they serve under Captain Rodimus of Nyon with his fellow officer Ultra Magnus. How they want to go back home on the ship and be with the others again. Trying to motivate themselves to get through the humiliations and agonies, day by day by day.
But then the days turn into weeks. Weeks into months. They’re almost sure a year (or two? three?) has passed and still they’re here. The procedures continue without pause. The fragging happens every night, leaving them bruised and raw inside and out despite Tyrest’s caresses and Pharma’s kisses. Their hopes of being found are becoming slimmer every time they wake up and feel the way their body struggles to accept the metals and cables that’s replaced their muscles and veins.
Little by little they begin to forget themselves thanks to the pain and the despair finally getting to them. There’s only so much the human mind can take before it has to let go of something in its desperate attempt to survive the plasma scalpels, the constant touching.
They wake up forgetting what their age is one day. Try to tell themselves that it’s okay. After being here for so long, it made sense they lost track of time and it doesn’t matter that much. They’ll figure it out when they’re back on the Lost Light and read their files. It’s just a number.
And then they forget their last name. The name of their captain. The name of the ship, their planet, their first name no no no no please no-
One day, they wake up and the first thing they think is how excited they are to see their masters Tyrest and Pharma.
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