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ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron‌:

If it isn’t in that room, it’s somewhere within transmission radius. Look on the roof, or in the floors below. Ours was on the flight deck, as if it had been shot from out of orbit.

He isn’t real. None of it is. Keep reminding yourself.

Huh- so it might be on the roof of my place, right? Or on the outer walls? If yours was shot out of orbit, it wouldn’t be unreasonable that mine would be, too.

I’ll check it out. And as long as I have the phase shifter, those feelers can’t touch me. I’ll make it, I think.

When I finally get it- do you wanna come over? I, uh- have a different problem, and I might need your help dealing with it.

…Of course. I’ll be over. Let me know if you can’t find the missile transmitter.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron‌:

…Yes. It’s not real. It’s the same kind of thing that plagued many of us, there has to be some sort of projectile hub it’s transmitting the hardlight avatar from. Find it and destroy it, and if you can’t find it, I’ll send my scouts to disarm it for you.

… Okay, that’s good. That- that makes me feel a little less bad for some of the things I’ve said to Fakimus.

But- But Megs, that’s the thing- he’s got these tentacles now that whack me whenever I go in- which sounds really funny describing it, but it’s pretty scary!

Then again, the phase shifter should work! So- so, it should be somewhere in the room, right?

If it isn’t in that room, it’s somewhere within transmission radius. Look on the roof, or in the floors below. Ours was on the flight deck, as if it had been shot from out of orbit.

He isn’t real. None of it is. Keep reminding yourself.

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron replied to your post “Why is Optimus like that in your nightmares???”

He’s still there?

I think so. I haven’t been in my room for a little while- once I got less afraid of the whole offering-me-the-matrix thing, he morphed into something way more terrifying and dangerous.

Wait, was he supposed to disappear or something?

…Yes. It’s not real. It’s the same kind of thing that plagued many of us, there has to be some sort of projectile hub it’s transmitting the hardlight avatar from. Find it and destroy it, and if you can’t find it, I’ll send my scouts to disarm it for you.

::What’s this I hear about you having hallucinations?::

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

ask-smokescreen:

::I’m not having hallucinations, but I am seeing a ghost. And- I can’t let you in. Don’t come here, Megatron. Please.::

Smokescreen’s still standing besides the rusting Optimus, his flakes of paint scatted across the floor. His optics were much more purple than before, sure, but Smokescreen barely noticed that with everything else going on.

Plus- he didn’t need Megatron to see the Decepticon insignia that seems stuck to his plating, with the paint around it scratched off, but not the insignia.

A ghost that Megatron isn’t being allowed to see.

I wonder who that could be, he thought with a roll of his optics.

He doesn’t wait before bridging to Smokescreen’s location, sighing heavily to see the image of Optimus in shambles. What a cheap trick.

“Spirits aren’t real, Smokescreen, and neither is he.”

It takes him a second to react, maybe due to having been awake for a couple of days, but Smokescreen’s quick to go after Megatron, trying to push him out of his quarters. Optimus is rusting, and rusting, but is well enough to point a blaster towards Megatron. The feeling of Optimus shaking his head in disapproval of Smokescreen almost goes unnoticed, even.

“I guess you don’t remember the time Optimus possessed you? I’m not sure he’s real, but it doesn’t matter! There’s something going on, I don’t want him to hurt you. And I don’t want to lose him again. Even if he’s like this. Megatron please, please, just go. I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“I do remember and it doesn’t matter. Specters don’t just appear like this, it isn’t true! And if he really is Optimus-” Megatron steps forward, letting Optimus’ blaster ‘tink’ against his plating while he wraps a servo around his throat.

“Then he had better start speaking.”

::What’s this I hear about you having hallucinations?::

ask-smokescreen:

::I’m not having hallucinations, but I am seeing a ghost. And- I can’t let you in. Don’t come here, Megatron. Please.::

Smokescreen’s still standing besides the rusting Optimus, his flakes of paint scatted across the floor. His optics were much more purple than before, sure, but Smokescreen barely noticed that with everything else going on.

Plus- he didn’t need Megatron to see the Decepticon insignia that seems stuck to his plating, with the paint around it scratched off, but not the insignia.

A ghost that Megatron isn’t being allowed to see.

I wonder who that could be, he thought with a roll of his optics.

He doesn’t wait before bridging to Smokescreen’s location, sighing heavily to see the image of Optimus in shambles. What a cheap trick.

“Spirits aren’t real, Smokescreen, and neither is he.”

::Megs- Megatron, Megs- are you doing okay? How are you feeling? You’re online, right? How’s your energon reserves?:: He hasn’t been worrying, not one bit. ::… Should I give you an update about the different bots that have been arriving on Cybertron?::

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Ah, there’s one. His shoulders relax a tad.

::I am online, calm yourself. My reconstruction put me offline for longer than anticipated, but everything seems to be in its proper place now. Have there been many new arrivals?::

::Your reconstruction? So- so, wait, are you back to normal? LIke- your old frame, or-? Can I visit you?:: Smokescreen’s already driving over! He’s pretty excited to hear from him, he is able to get past the idea of driving alone for just a short trip, to check on his friend.

::Well, yeah! I think more and more groups come each time, and it’s really good to see. I’ve been organizing some of the housing while you were out, and I tried sending in a request for more temporary housing to be made? But- but there’s still more Decepticons coming in compared to Autobots, and the Autobots that do come here are happy to see me, but seem kind of… Anxious, I guess? I’m doing my best to make things relaxing for them, since I understand their feelings, but- I’m not sure what to do to make it better, you know?::

::As ‘normal’ as I can be, but a visit would be welcome.:: Anyone who isn’t his medic, who is all but glued to his side running diagnostic tests. He’s nearly knocked the mech over several times just in turning slightly, and none of it is doing anything to jog the last few hours of his memory before surgery. He is grateful for the distraction.

::I can’t say I’m surprised. If I were them, I wouldn’t trust the opposing faction’s leader, either. They may refuse to be convinced that I’m not out to hunt them down.::

There’s a few minutes with no reply, until Smokescreen’s running in to sit near Megatron, waving to the medic before staring at Megatron, starting to look over him.

“You’re, uh- looking good! I can’t say I’m too surprised, either. But I really hope that over time, Autobots will be able to come here without worrying about that. I guess that’ll come with time, right?” Smokescreen’s scooting closer, still looking over Megatron, “So- you’ve been here for the past few weeks, right? You wanna hear about all the stuff that’s gone on in the multiverse since then?”

Singer waves back without looking over, distracted by his work. Startled by the sudden appearance, Megatron stares right back at Smokescreen for a moment before moving over to give him room to sit. This proves fruitless, as Smokescreen simply moves even closer. Megatron rolls his optics.

“That is the hope, yes. One that your efforts will help. Stop that, I’m stabilized and sturdy.” Whether this is true he has yet to care to discover, as he doesn’t see Singer nervously shrug. “Please. What is it that I’ve missed?”

::Megs- Megatron, Megs- are you doing okay? How are you feeling? You’re online, right? How’s your energon reserves?:: He hasn’t been worrying, not one bit. ::… Should I give you an update about the different bots that have been arriving on Cybertron?::

ask-smokescreen:

mightymegatron:

Ah, there’s one. His shoulders relax a tad.

::I am online, calm yourself. My reconstruction put me offline for longer than anticipated, but everything seems to be in its proper place now. Have there been many new arrivals?::

::Your reconstruction? So- so, wait, are you back to normal? LIke- your old frame, or-? Can I visit you?:: Smokescreen’s already driving over! He’s pretty excited to hear from him, he is able to get past the idea of driving alone for just a short trip, to check on his friend.

::Well, yeah! I think more and more groups come each time, and it’s really good to see. I’ve been organizing some of the housing while you were out, and I tried sending in a request for more temporary housing to be made? But- but there’s still more Decepticons coming in compared to Autobots, and the Autobots that do come here are happy to see me, but seem kind of… Anxious, I guess? I’m doing my best to make things relaxing for them, since I understand their feelings, but- I’m not sure what to do to make it better, you know?::

::As ‘normal’ as I can be, but a visit would be welcome.:: Anyone who isn’t his medic, who is all but glued to his side running diagnostic tests. He’s nearly knocked the mech over several times just in turning slightly, and none of it is doing anything to jog the last few hours of his memory before surgery. He is grateful for the distraction.

::I can’t say I’m surprised. If I were them, I wouldn’t trust the opposing faction’s leader, either. They may refuse to be convinced that I’m not out to hunt them down.::

::Megs- Megatron, Megs- are you doing okay? How are you feeling? You’re online, right? How’s your energon reserves?:: He hasn’t been worrying, not one bit. ::… Should I give you an update about the different bots that have been arriving on Cybertron?::

Ah, there’s one. His shoulders relax a tad.

::I am online, calm yourself. My reconstruction put me offline for longer than anticipated, but everything seems to be in its proper place now. Have there been many new arrivals?::

::Smokescreen. We are going for a drive. Meet me tonight at the edge of the Sea of Rust.::

ask-smokescreen‌:

mightymegatron‌:

ask-smokescreen:

::Wait, we? You’re gonna drive with me?::

Smokescreen has to sit down for a bit, trying to mentally prepare himself. It’s not like Megatron’s going to make him go at top speed, after all, right? Once he feels ready, he does head for the sea of rust, ready to meet up with Megatron.

They’re neck and neck, the end is in sight… and Smokescreen stops. Megatron shuts down his engines and transforms, skidding to a stop on his pedes just before the blast in the ground. His fans vent hard, cooling his core. Immediately he turns around and begins walking back towards the Autobot, speaking as he does.

“I would start moving again, Smokescreen. Do you know why nothing has ever been built out here?”

It did feel bad not to actually finish the race, but the fear in him won’t leave, and the slag that came to mind when he went that fast almost made it feel not worth it. But Megatron’s conversation is interesting, Smokescreen’s headlights blinking at him.

“Wait, why not? I just assumed no one really wanted to live all the way out here or something. What’s the real reason?” Smokescreen starts to drive again, slowly, very slowly, trying to get himself relaxed once again, driving towards Megatron.

It’s slow progress, but it’s still progress. Megatron is still smirking to himself, looking behind Smokescreen at the nearly three miles behind him.

“The ground is not as solid as it appears. Move over it and you may run, drive or even walk, but sit still for too long and you will begin to sink.” Megatron reaches Smokescreen, a little distance away from the endmark, and stops.

“Finish the drive. Don’t let me sink.”