#froid x reader

Sunder x Reader cont.

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• Sunder acts weird, but so what? He always does...kind of creepy, but something you got used to. He plays with your hair while you sleep and doesn't do much talking with his Mortilus voice anymore.

• He introduced you to a slim looking bot who had what looked like a gas mask on. He was blue and white with yellow optics that frequently glared at you, giving you a creepy feeling. "What's with the fleshbag, Sunder?" Froid asked. Okay. Low blow...'fleshbag'???

• Sunder had told him you were there for therapeutic reasons, nothing else. He'd often poke you when he had the chance...unfortunately Sunder did nothing about it.

• Soon both Sunder and Froid were becoming super curious and touchy, Sunder had already known your likeness toward him, and once again tapped into your head, "Instead of thinking about," he leaned in closer to whisper into your ear, "...be about it~"

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And what am I supposed to do with this? — Froid stood with his manipulators crossed over his chest plate, eyeing you with half-lidded yellow optics, trying to figure out why you were needed. The opportunity to see a human had fallen into his hands, and he wasn't about to sit idly by — after all, the psychologist always sought to extract benefit.

— The human race... — Froid spoke with a certain weariness born of incomprehension and disdain. — And why do the Autobots keep you on the Ark? You're useless and have absolutely no useful functions. — The psychologist made a sound resembling a human sigh, if you could even call it that. He uncrossed his manipulators and rubbed the bridge of his nose.

— Perhaps you should be given to Sunder to test how he would react to a human... Yes, exactly. — Froid's voice became more animated. He snapped his fingers with a metallic clang, as if an interesting idea had just come to his mind. — Provided, of course, that the human doesn't turn out to be too fragile for the strain Sunder's abilities are capable of inflicting. — Froid fell into thought. He knew the mnemosurgeon possessed such power that the strain would be too great even for cybertronians, let alone a human — but curiosity itched in Froid's spark to test his thought.

Froid sat down in the chair, making the furniture creak, crossed one servo over the other, and brought the tips of his fingers together, looking at you.

— We don't have much time, considering it hasn't been that long since you arrived here, which means the Autobots will already be looking for you. — Froid mused with a hum. He didn't want to go looking for Sunder again. His work irritated him, but more than that, he hated the feeling of fear that was always with him whenever he was near the mnemosurgeon — but he would never admit it, not even to himself. To himself, first and foremost. Froid held the cage key in his hand, tapping it rhythmically against the table. A habit, when he was thinking.

Froid quickly grabbed the fabric from the table and threw it over your cage, covering you, then rose from the chair with a clang. Just then, his communication system beeped.

— Froid here.

Froid held the key in his hand and, without much thought, dropped it onto the shelf without even closing it.

— Sunder... He what? Coming.