#ectotron

• Engine rumbling as he drives down the quiet street trying to pinpoint the spike, he stops suddenly as the front door of a dilapidated, abandoned building at the end of the street slams open and a human runs out screaming. And slams into his fender in their panic, falling down and scrambling on their hands and knees. Venting, he transforms and moves between your tiny form and the house. Searching for whatever you’re running from. Which is most likely his disturbance he’s been tracking.

• Still screaming nonstop, as the weird vehicle just comes apart and stands up and you can’t. Can’t deal with whatever this bullshit is on top of ghosts. Screw views and popularity. Want nothing more than to run, but you can’t do anything but stare up at the new, metal monster and scream like you’re being brutally murdered. Which might very well be in your future as you watch the thing reach up to pull a weird looking weapon and the door on the house slams shut.

• Rumbling as whatever he’s been hunting slams the door, apparently not interested in dealing with him. So maybe it’s not a threat and just wanted the human out? Turning, he winces at you sprawled in the street, only stopping that noise you’re making long enough to suck in a breath to keep screaming. Making him painfully aware of the fact that he’s not supposed to be seen by more humans. “I don’t suppose you could stop screaming so we can talk like reasonable beings?” He asks, moving closer and crouching.

• It talks. You have no idea what it is, but it talks and you’re rolling, scrambling to your feet and a huge hand closes on you before you can bolt. “No, let’s not do that,” he growls as your feet leave the ground. “I’m not hurting you. Can we just talk?” Screaming as you’re lifted up to optic level with the monster, you can’t breathe. Can’t look away from those big denta when it bares them at you. Completely freaking out as you struggle and your heart is trying to beat its way free of your ribs as you pass out, vision graying with a sickening suddenness.

• Staring as you just go limp in his servos, he can feel your heart still racing, so he didn’t accidentally kill you at least. And can’t exactly leave you here. Groaning as he glares at the old house and sees the lights faintly flickering even though the place shouldn’t have electricity. The ghost laughing at him if he had to guess. Because most of them he’s encountered? Unpleasant and mostly jerks. Venting, he transforms around you, belting you in his passenger side and wondering if you’ll immediately start screaming when you come to. With his luck, the odds aren’t in his favor.