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IF UNDERSWAP - THE GAME

Play as a customizable Chara who has fallen into a hidden monster kingdom under Lake Ebott.

This is a browser-based IF game you can play here: link

* They get a taste of my magic!

* I would say to forget i said anything about magic, but...

* Well, i guess the secret is out.

(Hey sorry this took so long, and I couldn't really think of anything for the speech scene, but I do have this!)

Ratchet was taken captive by the damn clone, he was tied up, hurt, and annoyed. He waited in a dark little closet the thing put him in. He heard a sound of walking outside and the door opened to show the doppelganger standing there. The thing that thinks it can look like Bumblebee, their youngest member. Ratchet struggled against his binds and the clone only placed his hand on Ratchet's shoulder.

"S..stop..." it choked out. For some reason... Bumblebee's clone was the only one that could speak. "S...so..rry..." again it said. "Li..ist..en.." this peaked Ratchet's interest slightly, why apologize after hunting them all down. After killing so many innocent bots returning home after the end of the war.

Ratchet glared at the copy of his adopted son, the tarnished red painted stripes all the doppelgangers wore, the energon splatters, the dim eyes from starvation. This... thing... wasn't even cybertronian anymore. The medic stilled himself when the clone placed its scissors down and took a squatted seat in front of him. Great, another story.

"S...si..re" Ratchet's helm snapped up at that, he hasn't been called sire since the exodus of cybertron. "No... ti..me... I... am... re..al... loo..k a..gai..n... th..e d..ay you... fo..und... me... ou..t si..de the... oi..l ho..use... a..cid... rain..." the clone pointed to some faded scars on his shoulders. When Ratchet found Bumblebee, the acid rain had burned the protoforms back and shoulders. Ratchet began to think about it, about things he's been to busy with the war to notice. Bumblebee didn't have those scars when he was supposed to...

"All... cl..ones... have... code... under helm..." the clone said and lifted his helm to show that none was there. Ratchet didn't know what to believe at this point, this... was confusing. A sound was heard outside in the hall, someone was here. "St...ay he..ere..." the thing said and cut the binds off of Ratchet before closing the closet on him.

Ratchet couldn't see much, some colors and flashes of light. The clanging of metal on metal. The croaking yell that only the doppelgangers made. Then one clash... one loud croak... and silence... footsteps approaching the closet and a quick opening revealing the winner. Ratchet stared at the smiling Bumblebee without red paint and covered in energon. He cried and hugged Ratchet giving him a perfect view of the limp, offline form of the red Bee... he couldn't take his optics off of it... he made a glance at the scout hugging him, no scars... under the helm peaked in the light just a bit... right there under the helm... a serial code... right where red said it would be. Ratchet stared silently back at the body.