Me: Dude, this was one of the very first stories I've written for fanfic. I actually wrote this during computer class in school.
Shockwave: Crazybird101 owns nothing. AT ALL.
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There it was again. That same screeching sound. It's been going on every since he got locked up. Nobody else heard it. Maybe he was imagining things.
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There it was again. The screeching. Why was this happening? He just wanted to sleep. That was all he wanted. But ever since he got locked up he couldn't. The first night he didn't make anything of it. But as time went on it got really annoying. The guards thought he was going crazy because they heard nothing.
He closed his optic and tried to go back to recharge.
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It happened again. He wanted to call for a guard to come find out what's making those screeching sounds. It sounded like crushing metal. Crushing metal. He's heard it before. But couldn't remember what it was though.
He closed his optic, and finally went into recharge.
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He woke up again. But this time it wasn't a screeching sound. He felt something grab a hold of one of his antlers. But he quickly woke up. Odd. That's never happened before.
He closed his optic, and tried to go back to recharge.
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This was different now. Not only did something grab his antlers, it yanked his head back. What was happening? It must be nothing. Just go back to recharge.
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This was no longer just the screeching. Something was touching that. But it wasn't only that. He thought he saw two optics. Two optics. Looking right at him before disappearing into the darkness on the cell. Eyes. They looked eerily familier. But from whom he couldn't remember. He went back to recharge.
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This wasn't a game. He heard a voice whisper very softly and very close to his audios. He could easily make out the words "I'm coming for you."
That gave him chills. But the voice was familier. Who was it? What was that name? He went back to recharge.
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He was jerked awake now. He felt hands wrap tightly around his neck. He gagged. He couldn't breath. He couldn't see anyone, but felt pressure on his body. Like somebody was kneeling right on top of him. He couldn't go back to recharge now. He tried to remove the unseen hands around his neck, but couldn't find them.
He then saw the two familier optics looking down at him with pure rage and hate. Also a look of betrayal. He finally realised who it was. Surprisingly, he had no trouble screaming out the name "BLURR!"
The figure suddenly laughed and darkness slowly enclosed around them. Shockwave screamed.
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The guards entered Shockwave's cell. Only to find him missing. They replayed the security videos multiple times, but couldn't find anything. He just... vanished.
The one optic mech was never seen or heard from again. But every night, the guards or prisoners would hear what sounded like metal screeching. Laughter. Or the cries of a accent mech begging for mercy. And on the very few rare occasions, they would see the apparitions of a tall mech covered in fresh wounds and energon with a sad and frighten look in his single optic. While standing beside him was a much smaller and younger mech with a statisfied grin on his features.
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Me: I honestly have chills right now. Hope you enjoyed.