#thenecrobot

((6. Taking over the world. For the sake of the thread, lets say the universe.))

One of the things Brainstorm learned was a constant while visiting so many different planes of existence was how completely and utterly fragged up everything was. And honestly, it was mostly the leaderships fault. He could make reality a way better place if he were in charge. Somewhere between the first time that thought crossed his mind and now, he’d decided to act on it, and he was well into a campaign for his fifth ‘verse.

Of course, that meant he had to meet some interesting people along the way. He was in root mode, sitting on a hill still warm with plasma fire and watching the destruction of a city on the horizon, when he met The Necrobot. AS far as he’d been concerned, the mech was nothing more than a myth. A rather fascinating myth, once they got past the language barrier. There are reasons that Brainstorm keeps datapads on him at all times, and he has a new one to add to that list. 

Look, Anon. Look.

Do you see what your rampant diddling about with Ouija boards has done?

Blaster had to admit, somewhere along the line, things had gotten out of hand. He and Gatekeeper were standing in the security hub, a sheet draped over the reaper and with a passed out Red alert on the floor, knocked into stasis from the panic that had ensued from thinking that the room was haunted. 

'Tell me again why we thought this would be funny?' Gatekeeper signed as he pulled off the sheet and Blaster shrugged. 

"Baby, I dunno but I’m still impressed I got ya ta agree ta doin’ this," he said, waving a servo in front of Red before picking up the smaller mech. "Come on, I got an idea." 

Gatekeeper followed Blaster as he carried the security director down the hall only for them to be outside the rec room. ‘What are we doing here?’

"We, baby," Blaster grinned, "are gonna have fun with Red."

'But he's out cold.'

"Have ya met Red? He’d have ta be out cold for this! Have ya ever seen Weekend at Bernie’s? Basically, we’re gonna do that.” 

'I have not.'

Gatekeeper paused, suddenly becoming a flurry of movement as he tried to reposition himself in a more respectable manner, faceplates drained of all color. ‘I was in a bit of a rush. Blackstorm ended up getting stuck somewhere again,’ he explained.