You're so cute when your struggling? With Overlord or Tarn please? đ
This probably isnât exactly what you wanted, but I hope you can still enjoy it
Coming back online after being knocked unconscious was never a pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of situation you would find yourself in, nor what state your body would be in. Best case scenario: you wake up in the care of your allies. Unlikely, given that you were alone. After that, being where you were when you passed out was the most realistic good option. That wasnât the case though. Instead of the desolate, battle worn building you had been scouting, you now appeared to be in a clean room. Possibly on a ship.Â
You could feel someone tinkering with your head. Perhaps, this was the best option after all. Maybe one of your friends had rescued you, and had just taken you somewhere you didnât recognize! Or maybe your processor was damaged. Could be, you think you can remember the structure crumbling down onto you.
Not wanting to wait for the answers to come naturally, you try to move your head to see whoâs helping you. A bad decision, it turns out. Moving when someone is tampering with the inner workings of your mind is not a pleasant experience. The pain is instant. As is the yelling of whoever was back there.
âNah-ah-ah, no moving! What is wrong with you? You feel someone trying to fix you and you just thrash about???â You barely moved your neck, but you decided to keep that to yourself. The mystery bot finally revealed themselves, sharply leaning over your head to look you in the optics. A green minicon was now giving you a dirty look.
âUh... sorry?â Youâre not sure what she wants, but you feel an apology is your safest option.
She sighs, going back to whatever it was she had been working on, âI suppose this is what I get for not strapping your head down too, but it kept getting in the way. Just hold still, would you?â Too? You experimentally tried to move an arm, only to find it locked in place. It makes sense, she canât have you rolling off the table while sheâs got your head opened up, now can she? Who knows what would come flying out if that happened.
Itâs not long before two sets of footsteps approach the room youâre in, but thatâs not what really catches your attention. Itâs the arguing that does.Â
âWhy are you still here? I did not invite you onboard, nor do you have any reason to stay.â He huffed in annoyance, âJust leave, this is most unnecessary.â
âMy, my, someoneâs in a sour mood today. Did you burn through your last t-cog already?â Another voice chimed in, this one not nearly as deep as the first.
You heard the minicon mumble something about them being a bunch of sparkling just before they entered. The door was to your side, so you could kinda see what was going on through your peripherals. The purple mech held out his arm to block the bigger blue one, trying to close the door on him before he could come in. Didnât work, he just forced his way in. The purple mech being no match for him in terms of strength, apparently.Â
âYou do not need to be in here!â The purple one hissed. âItâs because of your brutish ways that theyâre even in this state. You had no reason to topple over that building other than simply wanting to.â
âIâll admit it was unnecessary, and I wanted to apologize to them.â His voice was dripping in mock concern, even you could tell he was full of scrap and you didnât even know who it was.
The other guy didnât believe him either, if the bark of laughter was anything to go off of, âOh, that is priceless! Overlord apologizing. I didnât realize you were abandoning the cause to become a comedian.â
Your spark faltered. No. Thereâs no way you heard that right. Nuh-uh, no way, he did not just say that name. You still couldnât see their faces due to how you were positioned.Â
âSpeaking of odd behavior,â hopefully-not-really-Overlordâs voice was tight, but still retained an air of condescension to it, âyouâre awfully concerned about them, Tarn.â Oh Primus dammit. âTaking the time to patch them up when you should be hunting down your next target, that never happens.â
Your increasing panic successfully tuned out whatever else they were saying. This is it, this is how you die. No doubt youâre being kept here so he can kill you later. You hadnât exactly been a model Decepticon in recent millenia youâll admit, but itâs not your fault the movement took a turn for the murderous unexpectedly! Plus all your friends were in it, and you didnât want them to judge you, so you just kinda stuck around... passively... hiding from any and all conflict. Primus you were going to die here.Â
The sound and feeling of your head being snapped back together pulled you out of your dread. It caught their attention as well.
âAre they well, Nickel? This brute didnât cause any permanent damage did he?â Tarn asked, sounding bizarrely invested in your well being. A psychological torture tactic, probably. Make you feel like youâre in the clear, only to rip you apart later.Â
âYes, yes, theyâre fine,â Nickel waved him off dismissively as she lowered herself to the ground. âTheyâve also been conscious for all of your bickering.â With that, she took her leave, not even bothering to undo the restraints. No need to untie someone thatâs about to die, you grimly accept.
Now that youâre able to move you head freely again, you slowly look up to see the towering figures of two of the most feared Decepticons. Their red eyes cut right through you. A small, naive part of you that thought you still had a chance urged you to do something, anything. You wiggle helplessly in your restraints, hoping that maybe theyâll be somewhat weakened from the previous victims. You have no idea what you would do if they did snap, but youâll cross that bridge if you ever get to it.
Overlord smiled at you, an experience you never wanted to have, âYou're so cute when your struggling.â
This made everyone freeze, Tarn looking at Overlord with pure disdain, while you looked to Primus for answers youâre not even sure you wanted.
Tarn seemed beside himself at the statement, âWhat is wrong with you? You crush them under a toppled building, and now youâre flirting with them?â He placed a servo on your shoulder, an action probably intended to sooth, but all it did was make you shudder.
âPlease, donât act like you werenât thinking the same thing, I saw the way you were eyeing them when we got here. At least Iâm actually taking the initiative.â Overlord snickered at the strangled noise that came out of Tarn at this accusation.Â
âDo not put words in my mouth! I would never say something so- so crude! If I was trying to charm them, I would say something much more eloquent,â Tarn was desperately trying to regain some sense of dignity after Overlordâs comment.
They continued going back and forth, critiquing each otherâs âcourting methodsâ. Not that you were paying attention anymore. You were just hoping theyâd hurry up and kill you, anything was better than whatever the frag this was.