Hello! Welcome to the sequel of SSU1! If you have not read Sunny Side Up, I suggest you do that first!
I actually feel like a complete idiot because - while I've had this title name idea for over a year - I never realized that Silver Side Up is a Nickelback album. I am telling you this now, they do not have a relation with each other.
Anyway, let's begin...
Chapter 1
There was a sound.
Unlike the other sounds I've heard, yet it was much the same. It was all muffled, incoherent and I couldn't make out what was being said, as if I'd understand it in the first place.
There was also a pressure, I didn't like it. Sometimes there'd be a gentle touch, just below my head and I'd like it, I'd kick to get more. But if it was anything else, I'd try to move away.
But this sound was different. And the squeezing was harder. I scrunched my face and wiggled, curling tighter.
I didn't want to move!
A deeper sound cut through the one I normally hear, before the pressure increased. My head was being pushed into something tight, and I felt it shift. My body was being squeezed where my head was going.
Wait, I didn't want to leave my warm home! I liked it here! Sometimes, I'm disturbed, but I can live with that. I want to stay.
It was a very uncomfortable travel down the tight passage, warm and soft. But tight. I wanted to go back to where I was.
There was a pause, and I stopped moving. Then the sound returned and I was pushed again. And again. Something cold met my head, it wasn't necessarily solid, or anything really. It was just cold. I kicked, and accidentally began pushing myself further into the coldness.
The sounds grew louder, the first sound I distinguished as wailing, the other shouts.
Why did I have to leave my warm home?
One more time I was squeezed, forced out and met a new cold world, slipping onto something rough in texture. I gasped and wailed, turning my head away from whatever was trying to touch it. It was louder, clearer, and deafening. My freely flailing arms and legs were caught and wrapped up. I was back in my former position, but it wasn't warm enough! It wasn't soft enough! I didn't like it!
I felt myself being shifted, pulled up and placed into another set of hands. I was brought close to something warm. What was this?
Warm and soft... I liked it.
My cries stopped, and I focused in on a sound, a feeling, of something... making noise. It was a steady ba-dum... ba-dum... ba-dum. This is what I heard in my warm home, I remember. It's still here!
I curled into whatever it was, trying to find more warmth in it. I put my hand on it, it was smooth, like me.
There was a blob of... what was that? It was round, but had bumps all over. One line at the bottom of it was curled up. Was that good? Was that a mouth?
I've touched my face, felt my head. This looked a lot like what I've felt. What were those pair of dark things? They were locked onto me, and skin occasionally closed over them. Blinking! That's what it is. Those are eyes.
Why was it so bright? Can I go back to my warm home?
Something left that curved line, it was sound. Wait! It was that sound! I looked back up to... to her. This was Mom.
Mom.
That's her name. Right?
Two pairs of other... faces, they were, appeared on either side of her. They were identical, I realized. But who were they? I glanced in between them, the lines on their faces curving upwards as well. Their eyes were... bright. Why?
I wiggled, trying to get closer to the warmth. There was a touch, a very soft touch. It was the same one as the one on my head in my warm home.
I felt something even warmer than where I was, just above the beating sound. I wiggled again, trying to find it. It smelled good, I wanted it. I was shifted and held up to whatever I was smelling. I had to have it.
My mouth opened and closed over the warm thing, and pulled. It tasted just as good! And it was warm!
I focused in on the sounds, the voices, but I couldn't understand them. I was mainly just listening to hear her voice. Mom's voice. It sounded so much better out here!
My eyes wandered a bit, seeing the previously closed curled lines open and close, releasing sound. They were communicating.
One was looking down at me, one of the identical faces. His head had silver soft things. I wanted to touch them. I continued sucking on the sweet liquid as his voice left his mouth, "Hi there, sweetspark. I'm one of your daddies."
What? Was that important to remember? Dad-dies. Dad-dy. Daddy? That was a word they said. I was too busy taking in the warm stuff to bother with it though.
"A healthy femme," there was one that had red upon his head, and had these weird reflective things over his eyes. His line curved up when he saw me looking at him, "What will her name be?"
I looked back to Mom, she spoke next. I didn't understand what they were saying, but I knew that whatever she said, was important and something to remember, "Sterling. Sterling Silver VanDyke."
Another thing to remember, great. They were just full of surprises!
Yes, I know, this isn't technically how babies work. They have blurry, upside down vision, and they probably can't connect the dots as easily. But she's partly Cybertronian, so I can bend the rules. Besides, gotta make it interesting somehow for our first chapter.
March 25, 2018
