-The eyes in the screen stare piercingly at him, and it chitters, before backing away. Its little body is round and six-legged, a frizzy gray ruff surrounding its featureless head. It chittered, questioning the angry, angry metal man glaring at it. He knew the word for this!-
/Starscream peeks up over the edge of the console after his graceless tumble, staring suspiciously at the feed. So it wasn’t a scraplet after all. Hmm. Oh, well.
According to the feed, this is Turbo’s line, but apparently one of his little pets has found the console on the other’s end. Ah, well. It probably won’t understand a word Starscream has to say, anyways.
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-The game is silent, cold and breezy. It’s mid-day, and the swarm is largely dormant as the sun peeks through the heavy clouds at its brightest. A low rumble is the only sound, the distant engines of karts as practice races run on and on ad infinium, the burnt out racers struggling to distract themselves from the cold.
The king is tottering in his garden, play-hunting under bushes and chewing on dead flowers. Its a nice day, relatively, and warm enough for him go out without freezing up and powering down in the snow. He does, however, manage to get his fat little body stuck in a bolt hole, and whines.-
<HHHH! Rescue! Recover! Help!>
The coward finds the weather in contempt, fluffing up and curling their tail against their belly in order to stay warm. The sugar in the air is sharp in their nose and it makes for strangeness as they lick away the crystals; the smell is sharp but the taste isn't on their tongue, just in their head.
They had no idea that it was a garden, used to the wilderness belonging to all things and the word 'garden' applied directly to fenced in areas with electrified fences that fry wet noses. As soon as they hear rustling nearby they stop, ears perking up as they look around nervously. Whatever it is doesn't sound too large but at the same time they don't want to take any unnecessary risks in a strange game.
But then the little thing cries and they just can't abandon a child. The vulpine-like creature sniffs the ground and heads towards the source of the noise, carefully pushes their nose into the flowerbed and then directly applies it to the surface of the insect, "Hang on." after a moment they start to dig the hole bigger underneath the strange, smooth body.
[INCOMING TRANSMISSION] -A video feed pops up, then down again, before turning to static and stabilizing. A pair of enormous purple eyes stare into the camera before disappearing, showing a view into dilapidated room. The eyes reappear as something jumps up onto the console, something with tiny, clicking metal legs.-
/This isn't exactly what Starscream had in mind when he returned to his quarters to retire for the night cycle. Unfortunately, the video feed is here now, waiting for him... And in his mind he can see circular rotations of gnawing teeth, the feeling of paint and precious metals being stripped from his frame, the delicate wirings of wings being nibbled to frayed bits...
Needless to say that tiny baby Turbo reminds the Seeker of a certain carnivorous pest well-known to all life-clinging Cybertronians, the things of nightmares and bad horror flicks.
Litwak's was about to open and the girl was one of the avatars that placed within the top nine in the random roster race meaning she wouldn't have much time to do anything else until the arcade closed.
Turbellope stood out on one of the balconies, watching the bright peach ring sun rise into the saccharine sky.Sour Bill was around, sweeping up the tiles of the castle and tending to the delicate lollipop gardens in the courtyard. What a nice little assistant she had. Leaning over the railing, her attention drifted towards the far off candy cane forest where her uncle dwelled. She should probably visit him soon, it's been a while. Maybe pack a basket of sweets and enjoy a picnic or a little tea party.
Her mind wandered to the 'relatives' she had in other cabinets, namely her brother who she had shooed out of the game in a hurry for devouring too much of the forest and not giving it time to regenerate. He was always a hungry one... then again he was a cybrid after all. They're always hungry.
"Maaaybe I went a little too hard on him. I know! I'll gather up a hefty basket of sweets and head over to his game myself! It'll be the sweets that fell off the trees and would probably respawn anyways no worries." She snickered and turned around, looking back at the interior of the castle. "It's times like this I'm glad I've got that cybrid form of mine...makes carrying all that candy easier. I'll have to do it by night, though. Don't want anyone finding out the truth after all."
She turned to walk down towards the track, thinking of the best kind of candy she could offer to her brother. Oh he'd be so happy to see her when she showed up...
Wiping a bit of taffy off itself, the racer grumbled. "Last time I let you in control while you're like that. Running through a taffy swamp, what in all of Litwak's were you thinking?" Turbellope's fingers dug into the sugar railing of the glittering castle as its golden eyes focused on the saccharine landscape.
To put it quite simple, the infected program was done.
Done with everything. The two cybrids-- its 'brothers', done with the larger cybrid the Glitch called her 'uncle' and his...horrific 'true form', done with... everything. There was nothing left to do at this point. Salmon and Feral were gone, Lurker was gone, Silver... what had happened to her? The last it had seen of her, she was being carried off into the dark and bleary Sugar Rush that Salmon deemed his home. "My plan was simple. Let the girl have her fun running around and being completely not herself, regain control, and rule the game myself again. Of course it'd be through her but..."
His voice trailed off as a low droning filled the air. Pale fingers dug even deeper into the railing, nearly cracking it. Whipping its head towards the source of the noise, the glitched racer uttered a rather... perculiar sound.
Cybugs. Cybugs by the thousands, flying directly towards the president. Their bodies crashed into the castle, cracking several of the sugar cube bricks and shattering the delicate candy glass windows. Turvani turned to run directly back into the castle, only to be snatched up by a large, black claw.
"Vani? Are you alright?" It was the Lurker, this time in his true form once more. The form that absolutely terrified Turbo. Struggling around in his grasp, the racer snarled. "Your niece ain't here! She's not in her right mind. I'm the one in charge now!" His response was met with a drop into the cybrids crown as the two began to dash off, towards the source of the oncoming horde.
The bugs devoured anything they could land on. Trees snapped, cliffs cracked, collapsing onto the cocoa dirt below. Lurker didn't dare stand for any of this. His claws lashed out, felling bugs left and right by the hundreds. His snarls and howls rang out through the landscape, glitched, distorted. Virus managed to struggle up and grip onto the edge of the crown, glaring at the area the bugs seemed to be pouring out of. "So this was brothers plan all along, hm? This game belongs to ME. I'll never give it up." He glared down at the cybrid, eyes flickering wildly. "Lurker, I honestly don't care what you do. If you have to kill them, fine. They are no brothers of mine anymore."
With that final statement, another loud, game-shaking howl escaped from the crazed cybrid and he lept over the repairing wall, cerci thrashing about as he glared at the two frightened cybrids on the other side. His fangs and manidbles were barred, orange binary dripped from his mouth, and his eyes glowed a brilliant orange as he locked onto his targets.
Little did he know that things wouldn't go according to plan once a heartbreaking discovery was made.
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