153. Spinster/Grimlock
“ Put me down! ”
Spinister wasn’t sleeping again. Sometimes he would actively try to avoid sleep, other times his frame just wouldn’t tell him he was tired. This was a previous situation, actually, it was a bit of both. Something had been nagging at him, it wouldn’t stop and wouldn’t let him sleep, so he just didn’t. Now the lack of sleep had turned that irritation into an entity which further plagued his sleep. Anytime he offlined his optics he had this horrible sense of being watched. No matter how many times he check the room and checked the room and checked the room and checked the room, there was nothing there. So, he just stopped trying to sleep.
No one noticed, his frame was a little stiff in some places, he got some occasional warnings he dismissed, but overall he was fine. He’d get a little bored, there wasn’t much to do on the WAP even without the extra time due to lack of sleep, but he was still fine. Sometimes he weighed the option of trying to sleep again, but then he’d get a prickle in his plating and his spark rate would spike, then the thought was forgotten. So, he meandered around the ship at night.
Well, he thought no one had noticed because no one said anything. It was probably the…fifth? Maybe?..Night in a row, not that he could really keep count at this point. His frame was getting a bit more sluggish, but still he walked around. Everyone else was recharging, but he still couldn’t bring himself to do so as well. So, he walked.
There was nothing out of the ordinary on the ship, the weirdest thing on there being the regular occupants. Only the sound of one set of pedesteps and the white noise of the ship. It was almost calming.
He wondered if he could recharge listening to the hum of the ship, maybe it could drown out all the paranoid thoughts. Not that he hadn’t tried that before, but after…this was actually probably the seventh night…now that he actually thought about it. Maybe after seven nights without sleeping his frame would be worn out enough to just slip into recharge.
That thought was quickly banished as he heard a door slide open before a second set of steps joined his. His plating bristled and he quickly turned around, prepared for an attack. However, his defense stance quickly wilted under his exhaustion as he looked up at the Dinobot looking down on him.
“Eleven nights.” Grimlock muttered.
So, it had been eleven nights then. Huh.
Spinister didn’t even know how to respond, so he didn’t. Instead he contemplated returning to his walk.There was no follow up, as his newfound company had other ideas. Before he could react, the other bot transformed and lifted him as if he were a sparkling. Much to his protest, which he did much of as he was carried somewhere. “Put me down!”
There was no responce and he didn’t find out where they were going until they were at his room, the door wide open. Apparently he had forgotten to close it…So, the larger mech walked right in. He protested further as he was laid down on his berth, his spark rate growing more rapid again. Was he going to be thrown on his berth and abandoned, maybe even have the door locked so he couldn’t get out and would be forced to recharge or go mad?
“Recharge.”
“I can’t.” He said, his tone betraying him and showing his fear, his optics likely doing the same.
Grimlock grunted in response, before putting the smaller mech farther on the berth. His arm was clutched onto, but he paid it no mind as he shoved the other mech over, making room for himself as he laid down as well. The grip on him lessened a bit, the heli clearly confused and more than definitely tired. Wrapping his arms around the shorter frame, he made a protective barrier with his own larger one. “This okay?”
Spinister was pinned between the wall and the other mech, not uncomfortably so. It actually made him feel a lot better, so he nodded, the response earning a huff of relief. So, he offlined his optics, the feeling of being watched still present, but now he knew if there was anything in the room it would have to go through the wall or the Dinobot to get to him. The gentle hum of the ship against his rotors and the rumble of the larger mech’s internals was pleasant. Before he’d even realized it, his systems powered down and he slipped into recharge.
