"Evil...? Me?"

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

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Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

Breakout spun the gun in his hand and returned it to the magnet on his hip that functioned as a makeshift holster. He patted it twice, to make sure that it was securely in place and lied chest down on the ground, right next to the hole.

A small cloud of dust rose from the ground as he dragged himself closer to the cliff and extended both of his arms, for Overlord to grab onto.

“Grab my hand!” he yelled, leaning closer to the edge.

Judging from the energon what was once more trickling down Overlord’s shoulder, the injury didn’t seem that severe to him. The mech was quite obviously in pain, but Breakout bet that he could help him patch it up if he managed to get him out of the hole.

He was no trained medic by any means. He only knew very basic first aid and the only tools that he had were from a small first aid kid that he always carried with him.

If he couldn’t comfort him, he could at least stuff his wound with gauze to stop the bleeding. Not that it would be pleasant, but it’d at least stop him from bleeding out for now.

“Com'on!” he insisted

Overlord could probably patch himself up after, wannabe medic here. Ah if only the war never started maybe he could have actually finished the studies. Not that the senate would have ever allowed hi to be a medic of course, but he did learn a lot from real medics during the war. Hook was good and so was Flatline. So, patching up the shoulder injury, even if a bit roughly shouldn’t have been too complicated.

Still it hurt. And even if he had to deal with worse pain during fights, well it didn’t mean a thing. It still hurt. He wasn’t immune to things.

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

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Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

“You want me to shoot you?“

Normally, Breakout would have absolutely no qualms about shooting someone like Overlord. He’d seize the first chance to do it, no matter how small his margin for success was. Sometimes he daydreamed about emptying his magazines on the mechs helm and standing in front of him until the dust had settled in order to see from upclose the damage that he had done and make sure that he was dead and that he was going to remain that way.

He felt almost disgusted with himself for pitying the pink mech. He couldn’t believe that he was experiencing sympathy for him and that he had trouble pulling the trigger despite that he himself had instructed him to.

Despite the confusion, Overlord’s comment about not being happy about being shot the first time around made Breakout smirk a little.

“Whatever you want“ he murmured and aimed his gun exactly were the pink  mech had instructed him “Deep breath, don’t move.“

He counted down from three inside his helm before he pulled the trigger.

Send a symbol for your muse to find mine stuck in a trap.

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Frag.

This situation was slag and Overlord had no other way to describe it! How much he hated these situations… ah yes because guess what? It was not the first fragging time he found himself stuck somewhere. Won’t be his last neither considering his luck.

Oh hey, he hoped it wouldn’t be the last. Please? He was… too soft to die like that. Because of some sort of trap- or whoever made it.

Breakout’s antennas shivered at the thought of the sky becoming blood pink at dawn. Overlord seemed genuinely unfazed by it, so he assumed that this was indeed a daily occurence on his own version of Cybertron.

To say that Overlord’s neon pink paintjob was similar to the color of actual energon would be an understatement, but the big mech was actually making a point.

It wasn’t the first time he’d heard of mechs using that color for tactic reasons. He’d already met and even befriended a blood pink Decepticon from another verse, who had explained to him that he wore the bright pink paintjob for the exact same reasons.

The color hid injuries and uncontrolable bleeding, it directed attention away from weaker targets and therefore, it kept morale high for the rest of the team. There was some logic behind the decision to change your paintjob to blood pink, especially if you were at the size of a mech like Overlord over there.

Breakout watched as the pink mech slowly grew increasingly uncomfortable listening to his descriptions of cruelty that his own universe’s Overlord had inflicted on other during his three year reign over Garrus 9. His disgust and discomfort seemed.

He kneeled on the edge of the cliff and placed his gun in its holster. He leaned over the edge and looked inside the hole.

“I think I believe you.“ he said, brightening his headlights, trying to find a way to get the mech unstuck “I… I’ll get you outta here. And then you’ll.. I don’t know. We’ll find a deal to strike.“

“What can you move? Is there any chance that you could grab my hand?“

Did that talk about energon pink help? Was that it? Who knows, point was that now Overlord felt quite relieved about how that mech up there seemed to consider him. Alright. So... now to get out. Overlord tried once again to move his arms. And... the injured shoulder did not want to cooperate earlier, now it was hurting it cooperated even less. 

«No I’m stuck I can’t move--» he tried anyway and growled as the stinging hit him a bit stronger «Ouch!» Okay maybe... maybe he had some kind of idea but... it was gong to keep hurting. Well, still better than staying closed in such a place. «Look uh.. I could twist my arm backwards. Can you like... hmm... I don’t know, hit my shoulder again? In the seam-» he probably sounded like a masochist or an idiot. Let’s.. let’s hurry to explain please «The thing-joint keeping my arm from twisting backwards seems to be a bit loose after that shot, if you make it get out of the way I could move my arm up» He huffed and shook the helm «Guess you could... shoot again-? Aimed a bit better-- Not gonna hold grudges, promise! I’m the one asking this time around- still not happy about the first tho!»

No. no way, No. NO.This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

The spectacle that took place right before the Prime was either too sad or too entertaining. A ‘Mech, significantly larger than the Prime itself, sat against the wall, trembling and terrified. Optimus didn’t know whether to feel sorry or laugh heartily about it. One thing was certain, it was very amusing.

“No?” Optimus asked again and looked questioningly at the larger ‘Mech. Was that the only thing he got? After he sang so beautifully and created an eerie atmosphere? That was really disappointing. “If you’re not afraid, why are you shaking like that?” Optimus grinned and got closer to the big ‘Mech. So that he could almost touch it.

He was afraid, he very much afraid to be completely honest yes, that no came out by itself and it was a huge lie. Seriously what the frag- with all the things he could say!

He got closer to him and when Overlord began to stammer, Optimus stopped. He looked at him slightly confused and the next moment he just laughed out loud. “You are one… I haven’t had anything like you for a long time! What’s wrong? I’m do nothing…” Nothing yet. Let’s see what else will happen.

Of course Optimus didn’t listen to Overlor and kept coming closer until he could touch his leg. He put his hand on his leg. He just stood there with his hand on Overlord’s leg and looked at him. He was excited to see what the other 'Mech would do.

When Prime reached over to touch him, Overlord shuddered violently and pressed himself harder against the wall and hissed. Physical contact had him reacting out of panic. He was holding a servo still on his leg, nothing painful... but his body registered pain, danger. «G-get away from me! » he raised his arm and shoved his palm against the mech’s chassis, wrist gun sliding out, muzzle pressed on metal. His blue optics open wide with fear. Arm shaking. He could shoot him. He ... could. But he wasn’t confident. He was afraid. This was... a monster. And he had his hand still against his leg. It did not help so much to know he had a gun pointed at him now. But it certainldid... something. His ember was swirling in his chest expecting to get injured. His brain... trying to regster to what was happening. Oh he felt like crying. And... yes, as the shaky arm kept Prime from moving even closer with his gun pressed against him, he did feel his optics getting humid with coolant.

No. no way, No. NO.This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

The spectacle that took place right before the Prime was either too sad or too entertaining. A ‘Mech, significantly larger than the Prime itself, sat against the wall, trembling and terrified. Optimus didn’t know whether to feel sorry or laugh heartily about it. One thing was certain, it was very amusing.

“No?” Optimus asked again and looked questioningly at the larger 'Mech. Was that the only thing he got? After he sang so beautifully and created an eerie atmosphere? That was really disappointing. “If you’re not afraid, why are you shaking like that?” Optimus grinned and got closer to the big 'Mech. So that he could almost touch it.

He was afraid, he very much afraid to be completely honest yes, that no came out by itself and it was a huge lie. Seriously what the frag- with all the things he could say!

No. no way, No. NO. This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

“Come out, come out wherever you are~” Prime repeated his words. He pulled out his hand, which looked more like a claw, and also scratched the metal wall. There was an eerie squeaking noise that echoed through the alleys. “Eckstein, Eckstein… Everything must be hidden~” Optimus was in a playful mood. In a bloody playful mood.

He got closer to Overlord and it wasn’t long before he found the big Decepticon with his back to the wall and a visible panic. The Prime grinned amusingly. “Oh Dorki… Still so scared? I haven’t even started yet~” It was more like a loving singsong that Optimus uttered. He’d made up his mind to visit every Decepticon and Autobot anyway.

This was a... a nightmare. Wasn’t it? He must have been recharging and feeling bad because of some bad wound and began to panic and have terrible visions. However... he was smart enough to know this was real.  That voice. That... voice- singing and approaching, getting closer and really- really Overlord could do nothing to teleport himself out of the situation he found himself into.  He could do nothing to get out, out of this closed space, this stupid storage. 

No. no way, No. NO. This was not Optimus Prime, it was not him yelling at him, it was not. Had to be someone else’s voice, similar enough to sound like his. As deep as his.

"Come out, come out wherever you are~!!" Optimus Prime sang playfully. Yes, it really was! Thanks to Primus, he could do a lot more. Not much, but locating some enemies had gotten a little easier. "Dorki~ Dorki~ Dorki~ Who is sitting in the Hoardi~!"

*Techbug manage to get wound during one of the team's fight with the decepticons, the young Orange mech pressed a servo to his wounds to try to stop the bleeding when a alert started to go off in his helm. He hissed under his breath as he took off running the vehcon running behind him, he need to get out if there but how? His wings were damaged and his teammates for scattered. This wasn't good, he told himself as the vehicon fired shots after shot not giving Techbug any time to use his ability or weapon. Up ahead Techbug could see a Grand bridge opening up and as they draw close to it the vehicle jumped on the orange Mech making both of them tumbles straight through the Grand bridge.*

Techbug: that’s true I don’t really know what happened but I have heard about it, overLord is actually a topic none of us really want to speak about…. But are overlord is actually blue and menacing… ((Lol with plump gorgeous lips)) but this overlord, it’s a bit saddened to know that he went through so much… Someone has gentle and that’s kind of him shouldn’t go through something like that…*he looked over at the doctor.* I see, he’s very territorial over overlord, but advice has the mind of a child there’s no way he wants more then just a sire.

Vice: want you as a mate? No, no… I don’t even know if I can feel that.. I mean I never tried.. but no.. I don’t want a mate. *He cuddled over lord, he was very confused considering he just got these new emotions so he doesn’t really know how to deal with them yet. His mind was far away from any type of deep love that wasn’t parental guidance.“ @overdorklord

Stalker just shrugged and turned around to the door. «Just give the Doc some time to accept Vice.» he huffed «He had less trouble accepting Overlord’s son became of him looking effectively like a protoform» Yes. There was Echo. Echo was... adult, but also quite young. He developed in a weird way. «He comes from your world too apprently, or something similar. He was a protoform and developed into an adult frame. Now he sees this already adult frame here...» He had to understand this “adult” was no adult at all.