Kekekeke... Hrrrk...kekeKEKE--HAHAHAHAHEHA-- Erhm--keke--excuse me. Name's High Jump, but most--kekeke--call me Cackle. Wonder why? Kekeke 'Artificial' phase-sixer of sorts, and batshit crazy~ kekeke M!A:None; accepting Status: D E A D NOTE: This character is dead. This blog will no longer be active. Thank you to everyone that interacted with him and enjoyed him while he was still around! //TF OC RP Blog. Tracking 'cacklingphase6er' //Will contain gore, violence and other NSFW content. //Voice claim is Ivan L. Moody
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Muse slowly entered her vacant bar once more, her helm bowed and expression somber. Under one arm, she carried an extinguished spark. Behind her, she dragged by some cables a massive, grinning head, still bleeding.Ā
There was energon everywhere, none of it her own.Ā
Sheād have to clean up before she let anyone inā¦. Or she could just not open tonightā¦. That sounded like a better ideaā¦.
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[ Part 2 ]
Several vials, bottles, and syringes stood scattered about the table before him, each containing a different substance. Powders, liquids, even some gasses, all of varying potency and category.Ā
High Jump looked over them, optics half-lidded and apertures narrow. He was apprehensive; heād been in this position a few times before. This time, though, he wasnāt going to back out, leave it half-finished.Ā
He was done. Done with the pain, done with the twisted programming, done with being a monster, done with being aĀ mistake. His correction was long overdue.
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One slow breathātwo slow breaths cycled through the teal mechās ventilation system to calm herself. She was nervousāvery nervous, and rightfully so. She was about to face her demon.Ā
Of course, it was rather cowardly, how she was going about it. Opportunistic, smart, cheap, cowardly. He was already destroying himselfāshe could feel it through the odd link they sharedābut she was going to go finish the job. If asked, sheād say she put him out of his misery. It wasnāt a lie; High JumpĀ was miserable.
One last breath, then Muse opened the threshold to her monsterās location.
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Ń Šø ā g Ī± Š¼ Ń Part 1 [Character Discontinuation]
[ Part 2 ]
Several vials, bottles, and syringes stood scattered about the table before him, each containing a different substance. Powders, liquids, even some gasses, all of varying potency and category.Ā
High Jump looked over them, optics half-lidded and apertures narrow. He was apprehensive; he'd been in this position a few times before. This time, though, he wasn't going to back out, leave it half-finished.Ā
He was done. Done with the pain, done with the twisted programming, done with being a monster, done with being aĀ mistake. His correction was long overdue.
He was done.
Indecisive claws danced over the containers before delicately grabbing one and bringing it closer to his face. A powdered hallucinogen--not particularly deadly in a sense that thisĀ one vial wouldn't kill anyone. Top popped, Cackle held it to one of his tracheal vents and in-vented sharply, sucking the powder out. Vial dropped and forgotten, he grabbed another.Ā
Liquid narcotic in a syringe--administered to a fuel line under his jaw.Ā
Bottle of death-grade engex--slammed orally in under thirty seconds.
Liquid stimulant through the vents, liquid opiate through the vents, liquid opiate through the veins, powdered depressant through the vents....
He'd cleared half the table before the drugs started to have any effect on him. Pain like liquid lightning tore through his tanks, both from the effects of the drugs and the chemical reactions occurring in the toxic concoction. It felt like his tanks were being eaten from the inside out--they very well may have been. His vision was leaving him, and vivid, nonsensical images started clouding his mind in broken fragments. His electroreceptors were going haywire. His apertures couldn't decide if they were supposed to dilate or contract.Ā
The mech didn't care. He simply laughed (a deranged, distorted laugh) and continued his mad binge.Ā
Depressant, hallucinogen, depressant, stimulant, opiate, hallucinogen, opiate, depressant, stimulant, opiate.... He even had a few circuit boosters.Ā
Cackle reached for another... anotherĀ something--he couldn't tell what was what at this point--when he felt his arm lock up. Then his legs buckled. All his joints stopped responding, causing the titan to fall forward. He hit the table, scattering and shattering containers both empty and full. Attempts were made to try and grab on to something so he wouldn't fall completely, but, well, nothing good was happening inside him. The Phase-Sixer's frame started to spasm violently. Drops and clouds of substances broken from their holding units rained down as he fell to the uncontrollable convulsions.Ā
Any normal mech would be long dead by now. Yet he was still alive, albeit in poor condition. The seizures were agony; the toxins in his tanks and veins were agony. Energon leaked from his optics and enstrils and vents and intake. Foam and purge spilled onto the floor around him. Optics rolled back into his helm. Acid ate through his fuel lines and tanks, then at the systems beyond.
High Jump could no longer think. He could feel, but he didn't know he could feel. Electricity from a confused generator flashed about the room, destroying any and everything each blue bolt touched.Ā
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((Ah yes guess this is my good bye present for skeletonhyena's OC because his days are counted, alas. Thanks for the fun RPs with him! *throws sour candy*))
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didnāt have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Ā Now.. that weird feeling LC had had began to make sense. Was he gonna end himself? Was he gonna go to a trip with no return? It felt really wrong and LC felt so alarmed. At the same timeā¦. it was Cackle he was taking to. The most stubborn of Primus creationsā¦. no wait, He had told LC that a different mech constructed him andā¦ but what was that important for now?Ā
Of course LC followed High Jump on his way out. āStop - pleaseā¦. youā¦ you are leaving? For good? I meanā¦. Are you serious? Where - whyā¦.. Please stop I mean - come ON we can talk about anything right?ā
In his mind, there was nothing more to talk about. Cackle hadnāt expected LC to just up and accept his ādeparture,ā but he had no intentions of stopping.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āNo, LC, we canāt talk. I have others I need to speak to.ā He paused only for a moment to glance back at the red mech. āIāmĀ very serious. Be happy for me; this is what I want.ā Scapular struts splayed, the Phase-Sixer staggered his pedes and crouched, then leapt high up into the air. A mid-air transformation folded him into his jet mode, and, with a crackle of blue lightning, the stealth aircraft disappeared.Ā
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didnāt have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Ā "Ah! Er! Sorry! Of course! It was my processor jumping to comclusions, just ingore what I said and erā¦ welll - yes, youāre welcome I meanā¦ I can not believe that its so rare that people like youā¦ Iā¦ Iām sorry. Butā¦ may I ask what brought this on now? You see, you kinda surprised me reallyā¦."Ā
LC was actually a bit sad that he had run out of the sour treats. He was stillā¦ STILL believing he could tame the beast with patience and love. He was so determined due to his programming and personality.Ā
"You knowā¦ I find you way more likable and honest than most mechs out thereā¦ I guess that is whyā¦." He finally added to his statement.
A long sigh breezed through his vents, his optics wandering everywhere else about the room except where LC stood. What a spacious place.... Not something he'd expect from someone so small....
Ā Ā Ā āYou're a fool,ā he said through a light chuckle--an amused chuckle. āBut I've told you that many times before. No--I'm telling you this now because I'm done.ā He paused, now looking down at the escort, optics burning into him. āI'm through. This is the last time you'll see me, speak to me, be around me. I... for what reason I do not know, I realized I didn't want to part without thanking you. And now I've done that.ā Claws tapping on the floor delicately, Cackle straightened up and turned himself towards the exit. He'd said his piece. There was nothing more that he wanted to do here.Ā
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didnāt have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Ā "Well" LC explained, "I didnāt ask because I can sense that you are uncomfortable. I would guess that apology is for any kind of behavior you have scared me with butā¦ I would have have asked an apology form youā¦ I mean.. I just really like you. Even though you refuse to accept it. Who am I to judge you?"Ā
He sounded so calm, making sure his voice was soothing, in a way. He sensed that the mech was sort ofā¦ agitated, upset maybe even. He knew he was walking on thin ice.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āOf course I'm uncomfortable,ā he retorted, a hand to his forehead. āApology? I didn't apologize--I didn't come to apologize. I'm notĀ going to apologize. It'd be meaningless.ā He was getting off topic, and steadily more frustrated with himself. He needed to wrap this up.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āLook--I just came to say that--rrhhh... that I appreciate what you've done. I appreciate you not giving up on me--for believing in me. Of course, you're wrong, but it's the thought that counts. Thank you. That's it.ā
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[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didnāt have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Ā LC was giving his complete attention to Cackle and he looked like he tried to understand what had brought this up. He had no idea but a bad feeling was behind it.Ā
"Iā¦ wellā¦. yes, sure High jump. Ya welcomeā¦" He stated in a puzzled manner. He didnāt know if this was bad or good. Had Cackle come to his senses and embraced a possible good part of himself? Or was there something else behind it? Something not so good? LC huffed and wondered what to do now.
"Hey you can have a cube of energon if you wantā¦ I mean.. now that youāre hereā¦"Ā
A faint snarl scrunched his nasal bridge ever so slightly. āYou're not even going to askĀ why I'm thanking you?ā he snapped. Quickly, though, the monster cycled his vents and calmed himself down. He wasn't here to jump anyone.Ā
Ā Ā Ā ā...no. Thank you.ā HeĀ did want that energon, but this was getting intolerable. He felt like he was going to snap here any minute. Everything about this went against his programing and base instincts, and it wasĀ sickening. āI should be going.ā With a snort, Cackle rose up to his full height, but hesitated with his exit.Ā
[Have a screeeeech of claws on the door. Consider it a knock]
LC took a look at the door sceptically. What the frag was that? He didnāt have a good feeling about it but opened anyway, taking a glimpse through the gap
Ā How particularly well mannered Cackle came across. It baffled the escort. LCās flat though was massive. Really high ceilings also. He didnāt live here alone and whoever lived here with him had to be twice LCās size or more.Ā
Ā Ā Ā āNo,ā he said quickly. āNo.... No, you can actually allow yourself some relief.ā Optics averted, Cackle instead looked at the floor, his mind racing to put together the words he wanted.Ā
This was difficult for him.... Everything about this was difficult--the politeness, his resistance towards the pain that normally left him laughing non-stop, the uncharacteristic desire to do something---
Well. He felt it needed to be done.
Ā Ā Ā ā...I suppose I want to say 'thank you.'ā
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