(The house now smells like energon cocoa.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee’s seated in a chair covered by a fuzzy blanket, while ALSO covered by a fuzzy blanket, sipping a cocoa and booting up Fallout: New Vegas.)

Aaaah…

Megatron’s taking a deep drink of his own and lounging with a blanket and a Steelix on his lap, more at ease here listening to the game than anywhere he could currently be on his own home planet.

(Bee’s on stand-by with commentary.) Okay, so this quest? I’m working for this little casino and I have to find the guy that stole from him and kill him, but instead? I’m just gonna make him give me his hat.

“Ah, and the casino believe he’s dead if you have this item? Clever mechanic! How did you discover it?”

radioactivibee:

@mightymegatron : You’re letting yourself believe a lie.

How is that a lie when I don’t even know who I am anymore? I don’t know when I became like this and I don’t remember who I started as. And Kindle is here to remind me of everything I’ve done and it’s all true.

It’s a lie that you have been broken at all. You are still here, parsing all of this out and continuing to fight for clarity and for others, so you have not been defeated like you seem so content to convince yourself.

…Kindle? Another vision?

(The house now smells like energon cocoa.)

the-scrappy-stinger:

(Bee’s seated in a chair covered by a fuzzy blanket, while ALSO covered by a fuzzy blanket, sipping a cocoa and booting up Fallout: New Vegas.)

Aaaah…

Megatron’s taking a deep drink of his own and lounging with a blanket and a Steelix on his lap, more at ease here listening to the game than anywhere he could currently be on his own home planet.

(Part One)

Megatron finally reached his quarters, car tires skidding to a stop behind him as Singer transformed. The medic was at his heels, but wisely did not step between him and his comatose conjunx.

Soundwave was looking duller than he had, hooked into several monitors and a machine that was essentially a battery-like life support system. Seeing him like this hurt. The image of the false Soundwave freshly dead on the floor still haunted his mind, superimposing itself onto his Spymaster. Where a gaping hole had been, Laserbeak remained docked, startled awake by the intrusion.

“Megatron wait!” insisted Singer, pleading with Megatron but not daring to attempt to hold him back. “My Lord stop and-”

“And what, Singer!?” The warlord turned back around, his claws tensed, fangs flashing in a snarl. “Nothing else has worked! This is no life for him, and I won’t let him die like this after everything!! Not when I can still act!”

“No, just- j-just listen to me!” He held his hands up in appeasement, his back to the door. “I… I want to help.” The vehicon’s steady hands were shaking as he continued, fighting through his nervous stammer.

“There’s n-nothing I could say to stop you, but you’re- you’re our leader. We n-need you. Y-you’ve proven time and again that you can do the impossible, but I… I know even y-you have limits. We might lose Soundwave, but I’m not standing by and l-letting us lose you both, so please… let me help. Please, sir.”

Megatron’s fixated glare softened, little by little as Singer’s plea registered. No one else was to be allowed to do this but him. If Soundwave survived and even if he didn’t, to let someone else merge with him felt like desecration. It had to be him, the mech Soundwave loved and trusted, the one he chose. But Megatron had never done this before, and stable or not, he was not nearly as strong as he once was.

“…Very well. Quickly. Tell me what to do.”

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron liked your post:(Bee’s working hard to get ready this morning.)

Oh, dude! We have just a regular comfy spot in the living room if you wanna come over! I did the same thing, just without, like, the sexual posing stuff. And energon cocoa’s in the fridge, just warm it on the stove! I’ll come back after work.

Heh. I’ll gladly take you up on that. I’ll be over momentarily.

Finally, the conversation Singer had referred to when he awoke began to play in his mind.

“I’m sorry, sir… h-he’s only getting worse. Nothing I can do for him is helping, the… fragment you gave him wasn’t enough. It’s not giving off enough energy to sustain-”

“And if I give him some of mine?” A few moments of hesitant laughter preceded stunned silence, before Singer replied cautiously.

“That’s… Lord Megatron that would be insane.”

“Answer the question!”

“I don’t- Sir, I can’t let you! That body of yours is already straining your energy levels with its size, letting him drain you on purpose would kill you, too!”

“Then proceed with my surgery at once! Restore my frame to its original form and the moment I am stable-”

Megatron was out of the room and racing towards his suite before the thought could finish. Singer stared in confusion after him, before realizing where he was going in such a hurry. “No- No no, sir! Stop!!” he cried, scrambling after his Lord as fast as he could, transforming when he realized he wasn’t going to catch up this way.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

@mightymegatron

(Yeah it might be juvenile, but it’s comforting none the less. Bee’s built up a “barricade” of hanging sheets and curtains around a reclining Megatron, to keep out anything that might bother him.)

So it’s called a Phobia Shield, huh?

He’s said nothing the entire time that Bee’s been putting all of these things up, not admitting to himself that it helps. When Bee joins him to settle against his chest, he finally feels as if he’s able to relax.

“Apparently so. Latching onto the fears in a mech’s psyche… Just when we both thought we’d confronted them already.”

I had a lot of help with mine… I hate the idea that you had to confront yours all by yourself.

… how many of them do you think are out there?

“I’m recieving a lot of help right now, aren’t I?” Megatron smiles tiredly, resting a servo against his friend’s back. He needed this.

“It seems as though most of us have been affected in some way. At least if it is the same for the others, we know what must be done-” Oh no. “It concerns me that we have not heard from Rung since this began.”

I dunno. Rung always goes a little scarce in November. Plus I can ring up my buddy Rough Draft who lives in the house with him. He says he hasn’t noticed anything too weird.

(Megatron doesn’t pet him, but this feels a lot like being petted, and Bumblebee is quick to relax.) But if we know what the problem is? Then we know how to fix it.

“Very good.” He would hate for all of this to extend even further. At least one of them was safe. Absently, Megatron’s thumb does begin to slide along Bee’s upper back, further set at ease by how at ease his friend feels.

“And we shall, for Smokescreen and your alternate and whoever else may be affected.” Darkly, he wonders if his antagonistic Soundwave has been hit with one. He would be the only one who he would happily see twist in terror.

the-scrappy-stinger:

mightymegatron:

the-scrappy-stinger:

@mightymegatron

(Yeah it might be juvenile, but it’s comforting none the less. Bee’s built up a “barricade” of hanging sheets and curtains around a reclining Megatron, to keep out anything that might bother him.)

So it’s called a Phobia Shield, huh?

He’s said nothing the entire time that Bee’s been putting all of these things up, not admitting to himself that it helps. When Bee joins him to settle against his chest, he finally feels as if he’s able to relax.

“Apparently so. Latching onto the fears in a mech’s psyche… Just when we both thought we’d confronted them already.”

I had a lot of help with mine… I hate the idea that you had to confront yours all by yourself.

… how many of them do you think are out there?

“I’m recieving a lot of help right now, aren’t I?” Megatron smiles tiredly, resting a servo against his friend’s back. He needed this.

“It seems as though most of us have been affected in some way. At least if it is the same for the others, we know what must be done-” Oh no. “It concerns me that we have not heard from Rung since this began.”

:: Megatron. Has anything weird been happening over there? ::

radioactivibee:

mightymegatron:

::Very much so. How is it manifesting for you?::

:: You first. I’m…not sure how much is real and how much is in my processor. They haven’t used your voice yet. ::

They?

::Mine passed when we cut off the source, but it was Soundwave, and he was… Not himself.:: He doesn’t elaborate further, not wanting to think too hard about it. ::Who is it for you?::

the-scrappy-stinger:

@mightymegatron

(Yeah it might be juvenile, but it’s comforting none the less. Bee’s built up a “barricade” of hanging sheets and curtains around a reclining Megatron, to keep out anything that might bother him.)

So it’s called a Phobia Shield, huh?

He’s said nothing the entire time that Bee’s been putting all of these things up, not admitting to himself that it helps. When Bee joins him to settle against his chest, he finally feels as if he’s able to relax.

“Apparently so. Latching onto the fears in a mech’s psyche… Just when we both thought we’d confronted them already.”