#transformers mutagenesis

Sideswipe… didn’t know what he was doing. He knew what he was doing, he was trying to find something, someone? He didn’t know okay, he just knew he had to be here somewhere. He’d somehow found his way to a small settlement of organics. He didn’t know why he was there but he was walking in a direction that just felt right.

A few of the little organics tried to take him somewhere but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. They were all a lot smaller than him and they spoke a strange language he’d never heard before. Did he know the words they were saying? He wasn’t sure. They eventually started trying to lead him somewhere. He didn’t want to follow them though. He wanted to find what he came here for.

Somehow the organics were trying to lead him in the exact same direction he was already going. They were starting to annoy him though. He probably would have killed them already but he didn’t think he had a reason to kill them yet. They did nothing but make their little noises and try to show him something.

Sideswipe looked up at a looming building. It was very tall and pointy on the top. A lot of the little organics gathered outside the doors that were a lot bigger than they were. How could they possibly open the doors on their own? They were all so small.

Sideswipe’s question was answered when he heard a louder voice from behind the doors, speaking with their strange words. Sideswipe watched a pair of blue servos open the doors. A blue and black mech stepped out and froze when he seen Sideswipe

“Sideswipe?” Deep Cover asked, sounding nearly broken. Sideswipe recognized him but didn’t know why but he was now speaking in a language Sideswipe could understand and he seemed to know who Sideswipe was.

He felt a strange sense of relief when he seen this mech wasn’t injured and was still alive. The terrified expression confused Sideswipe but he wasn’t going to focus on that yet. His friend was alive and recognized him!

Sideswipe tried to call out to his friend, let him know that it was still him. The only thing that came out of his mangled vocalizer was a horribly loud screeching sound. It hurt too. He forgot why he’d stopped trying to talk. It was because it hurt too much after a while of trying. He had to somehow get Deep Cover to stop looking so scared of him though.

When had he taken out his blaster? And why was he aiming it at Sideswipe? They were supposed to be friends.

“Stay back!” Deep Cover commanded when Sideswipe tried to take a step forward. All the little organics were now all huddled behind Deep Cover’s pedes.

Sideswipe tried again to speak or make any kind of friendly sound but nothing came out. He just sounded broken. He knew he was breaking himself even more every time he tried speaking. He didn’t care in that moment. He just wanted his friend to reccognize him.

Nothing was working though. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot! I won’t let you use my friend’s corpse against me!” Sideswipe took another step closer. He needed to have his friend back.

He didn’t know he’d been shot until he felt his sword shift. Deep Cover had shot him, right where his spark should be. He tried again to speak, to ask why his trusted friend would try to kill him. All that came up was a gurgling, screeching sound as dark energon spilled from his mouth and fell to the ground.

Sideswipe tried to catch it in his servos before looking back up at Deep Cover. He needed help but his friend just looked at him in horror. He was scared of Sideswipe.

The servo holding the blaster started shaking. Sideswipe tried comforting him but this time more dark energon came out with barely any sound. Deep Cover shot him again. Sideswipe watched the shots peirce his chassis, right where his spark was supposed to be but his sword was instead.

Sideswipe didn’t like being shot at. It usually hurt but he barely felt these ones for some reason.? He really wished the shooting would stop. His sword would fall out soon if it kept getting hit like it was.

Sideswipe wanted it all to stop. He didn't know what was going on anymore. He didn't know where he was or what he was doing. There was someone attacking him though. It hurt a lot more than it usually did, which made him even more confused.

He hated not knowing what was happening. He was so sick and tired of not knowing what was going on. If only that damn shooting would stop.

Sideswipe angrily screeched at his attacker but that didn't seem to deter them. He took his sword from his chassis and threw it at them. They dodged the flying blade just in time but it did manage to make a cut on their shoulder.

His attacker was now bleeding something that looked a lot like energon. That must have been why he came here, for energon. He was getting a little low. He just needed to get the energon that he could easily see.

Sideswipe approached the energon but he was still being shot at. He didn't feel his sword in his chassis anymore so he lunged at his attacker, who just so happened to be the source of energon.

The energon tried to fight him off and get him off of it but Sideswipe wasn't about to waste perfectly good fuel. Sideswipe bit into the energon and it tried even harder to fight him. This was definitely a strange way to store energon. He's pretty sure he was winning though because the energon was slowly losing strength and eventually completely stopped moving. He could finally drink the energon peacefully.

When all the energon was gone, Sideswipe didn't know why else he was there. His sword was on the ground, surrounded by little organics beings. He tries to tell them to get away from his sword. No words or anything comprehensible came out but a lot of dark energon did bubble out of his throat.

Sideswipe watched it as it fell down and onto someone's body. There was a body here. Somehow those little organics found a way to kill a Cybertronian. He should leave if these little things could kill something his size. They might not kill him but they'd at least do a lot of damage.