Disclaimer: I do not own transformers, they are owned by Hasbro. Chestnut and Illusion are my creations. Based in G1. Implied Slash – no like, no read. no flames or harsh comments. Constructive criticisms welcome. Enjoy
Chestnut had had a rough life. He was only a youngling and had been thrown into the brig far more times than he cared to count. His face and chest bared scars from fights he had had just to survive on the rough streets of Cybertron. He was big and could be rude and nasty, though, deep inside he was a kind compassionate individual. He was on the streets due to the war. The cons had attacked his family and he, having been the youngest, somehow survived the blast that killed his creators and all his siblings. He was the last of his family, as both his creators were only sparklings and all his grandparents were dead as well. Thus, he was left to fight for himself was he was merely a sparkling.
He could be downright nasty, and had earned a reputation that he was not to be messed with, and most other bots deferred to him. He got the best part of the streets and the best of the recycled energon. He had few if any friends. He had a small space that was his own space and no one dared bug him in this space unless they wanted an aft kicking. And it was in this hallowed space that Chestnut took out from a subspace the last thing he had of his family – a few pictures of his creators and his siblings. He was pretty sure his bearer had stuck them in this pocket, but that made it all the more special. Chestnut swore that someday he would get even with Megatron. Chestnut had made it his quest to kill the one who had killed his family.
Meanwhile, in another part of town, Mirage's twin brother, Illusion was starting his day. He and his twin had joined the Autobots after their creators were killed. Illusion and Mirage never really cared for their creators as they never gave them the time of day. Every time when all the two wanted was love and attention, they got a new toy or something to distract them, and while it was nice, it wasn't what they wanted. Having both escaped with their lives and some of their most treasured possessions, both swore to fight with the Autobots, as they didn't want to be under Con rule.
Both had been tower mechs and had everything they could ever want except one thing – love. Their creators were so busy with their own lives that Mirage and Illusion were overlooked and often felt unwelcome and unwanted even in their own home. Both dreamed that someday they would find love, and while for Mirage it had already come true in the form of Optimus, Illusion was still alone and longed for a mate who would love him for who he was.
And it was on a day when Illusion had been sent out to find energon that Illusion and Chestnut's paths first crossed. Illusion was in an area he wasn't familiar with – it was dark and seedy and though he didn't show it, he was afraid. Tough looking mechs were hanging around, and then it happened. A group of mechs, desperate for anything they could get their hands on started attacking the poor, wayward bot. Illusion feared this was the end of him, as he felt punch after punch and kick after kick. By the time all was said and done, Illusion looked like scrap metal and had been left to die in the street.
Hours later, Illusion awoke. He processor was glitched, and so he had forgotten who he was. All he knew was that he was in somewhere that felt safe and warm.
"I see your awake" came a gruff yet compassionate voice deep in pitch. Illusion moved away from the loud bot, frightened. Chestnut noticed right away, "Don't grind your gears, I ain't gonna hurt ya." Illusion merely nodded in fear. "So you got a name?"
Illusion thought and thought, but couldn't remember who he was or where he was from. 'I-I-I I do not know" stated illusion, giving Chestnut his first clue that this bot was not a streetwise bot but probably from the upper class where proper grammar was taught. But even with that info, it didn't seem to help. Illusion merely looked at the bot who was helping him, not sure what to say or do.
"Look, I ain't gonna hurt ya, now hold still" barked Chestnut as he continued to clean off Illusion's wounds and dress them. Illusion wasn't so sure about this whole thing, but said nothing. "I'm gonna call ya Disaster until we can figur' out yur real name, got it?" Illusion merely nodded. Chestnut let out a whole bluestreak of curse words, which made Illusion's optics go wide as he had never heard someone talk in such a crude fashion. He just hoped that this bot could get him back to wherever he truly belonged.
Meanwhile, at the Autobot base, Mirage was starting to become concerned as his twin was never this late. Mirage wanted to go outside and look for his brother, but due to Prowl and Jazz saying that it wasn't safe, Mirage was prevented from going. Mirage pissed, but there was little he could do, as even Optimus reminded him of just how dangerous things were to be out alone right now. Mirage acquiesced to his mate, even though he made it quite clear he didn't like this one like bit.
Optimus Prime just shook his head, as there was little he could to comfort his mate, as Mirage had always been protective of his younger twin Illusion, as Mirage though barely older always took care of Illusion, especially since Illusion had a bit of a glitch, where he would forget things for days on end unless he was rebooted just the right way. Illusion was also way too trusting and naïve about other bots, while also being easily frightened. Mirage just hoped that whatever happened to his twin, that he was safe and off the rough streets.
Back in the street shack, Chestnut stayed awake to guard his visitor, as he knew that visitors were often raped by the bots living around the ally, especially if they were clearly upper class mechs like this bot here. Chestnut was not even sure why he rescued the poor wretch, as all the upper class had ever done was treat him like he was the scum of Cybertron. But something about this bout was strange and different – Chestnut could sense it. And so, guarding his visitor, Chestnut made up his mind to help this bot find out where he truly belonged. Chestnut just didn't expect the adventure that Primus was going to lead him into.