#sixmillionyears

Continued from here.

You’re getting too old, Whirl.  Too soft.  You’ll have to kill something cute and fuzzy- and soon.

Send my character a ★ and I’ll bold everything they feel toward your character.

I like you // I love you // You’re one of my best friends // You’re like family // You are family // I dislike you // I hate you // I’d kill you if I got the chance // I want you to like me // I’m scared of you // I would adopt you // I’d date you // I’d sleep with you // I’d marry you // I’m worried about you // You confuse me // You’re annoying // I pity you // I respect you // I trust you // I feel protective of you // I’d invite you with me to parties // I’d lend you my money // I’d borrow your money // You’re good-looking // I’m suspicious of you // I’m hiding something from you // You’re fun // You’re boring // I’m upset with you // You’re nice // You’re mean // I’m envious of you // You’re smart // You’re stupid // I look up to you // I think you’re a better person than me // I think I’m a better person than you // I want to apologize to you // I wish I’d never met you // I never want to forget you // I want to get to know you better

{Your muse finds mine, bloodied after being brutally attacked by something inhuman. Send “What did this to you?” for a starter.}

“T-Ten...”

Everything had happened so fast....Even Ten couldn’t have recalled what had happened to him. But he did remember something very prominent on the being that had attacked him on his way back to the Lost Light. Appendages. spiky, glowing appendages that had cut through his chassis with ease, like a hot knife to butter. He’d remembered trying to defend himself, letting out s screech of terror when he felt the splitting pain in his right shoulder where the appendage had first struck, and then the other, ripping the left half of his face clean off. Energon was spilling from the small valves inside his face plate, dripping down his mangled wires. He had no feeling in his right arm either, it was limp against his side as he stumbled towards the smaller bot. 

“T-en...T-T-Ten--” 

His vocal processor cut out, trying desperately to get to Tailgate as fast as he could. He was loosing energon at a horrendous pace, so much so that it was making his head swim, optics flickered and threatening to offline any second. FOr once the fear was real deep inside Ten, fearing this would be the last time he’d see Tailgate, see Overlord, see....

       There seemed to be very few quiet places on this damned ship. And what few there were, often didn’t stay that way for long. It wasn’t a small ship, nor was it particularly large. Yet some how, this crew of what wasn’t possibly more than two hundred and fifty frames, managed to fill every conceivable inch of it with the sound of thousands.

        At least it was lively.

        It was admittedly hard to enjoy that liveliess when the very air seemed poised to force him out. With good reason.

         So instead, it weighed on him with an unease that verged on annoyance, and Megatron found himself seeking out what moments of peace and solitude he could scrounge.

        Yet what seemed to be a beacon of hope, a rare, tucked away sanctuary, was already occupied. The occupant in question didn’t take up that much space. The minibot was already, well, miniature as it were, not to mention how he was curled up with his knees drawn to his chassis in an image that was practically childlike. He seemed so intent on the datapad balanced across his knees, visor gleaming with a futile attempt to grasp any shred of focus.

        Megatron lingered in the doorway, finding himself leery of the smaller bot for more than one reason; many of them personal, unfounded prejudices he scrambled to shove aside, much as he was sure every single spark on this ship attempted to do with his very presence. (And oh, how all of them failed.)

        It’s a long moment, punctuated by the tap of his own data pad against his thigh, and the rise and fall of his shoulders, before he finally speaks.

     “ n-no... ” a servo reached out to push the minibot away, his other arm trying to untangle itself from tailgate’s grip. he didn’t need to tell anyone. and definitely not ultra magnus. out of all the mechs to tell, that was quite possibly the worst one to spill to. 

     another shaky breath, a shudder running through his frame upon remembering what he had just watched in the privacy of the closet. just another reminder of how his presence on this ship threatened everyone here. 

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