Goodnight, My Friend
Summary: After a day of work, Knock Out heads to his room to recharge. (Horrible summary) Horror?
UGH. I wanted to draw this scene, but since I can't DRAW, I had to get this idea out SOMEHOW. Sorry guys.
Goodnight
Knock Out finished his usual duties on time. Looking around his work area for anything he missed, such as tools still left out or a data pad out of place, and finding everything to his liking, he gave a nod as he exited the medical bay.
The hallways at this time were usually empty, for most of the 'cons were having their energon while chatting with their buddies in the rec room. Had it been three months ago, Knock Out may have found himself heading to the rec room himself. But he didn't go there anymore, had no reason to. Not since...
His footsteps quietly echoed off the walls as he continued on, and the little red medic gave a quick nod to a passing Dreadwing. He missed the concerned look the larger 'con gave him as he turned the corner and spotted his destination just ahead. The sight almost made him perk up, making his posture straighter and his steps a little faster.
As usual, his room was dark and empty of all life upon entering.
Sleep tight
The lights above came on the moment he stepped in, and the doors slid shut behind him smoothly as he entered the locking code on the keypad just beside the doorway. A silence he still couldn't get used to filled the air, and he forced himself to further enter the room. His tanks were empty, had been for a few days, but the pain emanating from them were one of the last things on his processor.
Unsure what to do exactly, he remained in the middle of the room; his optics running over his berth and the several data pads he kept on the table. Recharging sounded like a good idea, he could use the rest. With that decided, his pedes took him over to the small storage room. As he opened the doors, he looked down and gave a gentle smile.
The red medic knelt down, reaching out and letting his digits softly caress the object he kept hidden away safely in the dark. His most prized possession, the very thing that kept him going. His red optics glowed almost eerily as his gaze softened. "Goodnight," he whispered. His digits lingered a moment longer before pulling away as Knock Out stood. With one last smile, he began to close the doors; leaving Breakdown's decapitated head to rest undisturbed in the dark once more.
"See you tomorrow, my friend."
Don't let the dead bite
A/N: I have officially wasted about two-three minutes of your time and I apologize for that.
Anyway, I originally posted this on Quotev (I made an account there) and thought I'd share it here. Sorry. But anyway, if you're waiting for me to update my other (One Piece) stories, you may have to wait awhile. Because my life in shambles practically and Transformers Prime is the only thing keeping me together at the moment. So be expecting a few more TFP stories on this account.
Lyrics used from Dead Bite by Hollywood Undead
Your shy ice elemental,
~»roo the psycho«