…Weird Reflector fic. Um…why? (Brain: Because cameras are cool. So are dudes with multiple bodies. And the author was in a creepy mood when she wrote this…)
Disclaimer: I do not own Reflector. I do not want him. Or him. (I also know next to nothing about Reflector, except that he doesn't get much screen time and looks identical to himself. Please forgive any glaring canon inaccuracies.)
No Evil
"Idiots" said Reflector quietly.
"They're all idiots" Reflector agreed. Beside him, Reflector nodded.
One mind and three pairs of optics focused their attention on the small collection of seekers at the opposite end of the room, most of them busy loading energon onto the ship. They laughed, the sort of laugh produced by those with too much time on their hands and too little intelligence. They joked amongst themselves, the sort of jokes which everyone knows but laughs at anyway. Occasionally, one or two of them would glanced towards Reflector, where he stood quietly monitoring their progress in a corner. Then he or they would turn back to his or their companions, and there would shortly be another ripple of merriment; this one slightly more cruel.
Personally, Reflector could have cared less.
"We could kill them", he said.
"We could", he said, a trifle wistfully.
"Yes", he mused.
It was the truth. Despite being smaller and weaker than any of the warriors, Reflector had a cunning that you needed three minds to use properly. He was closer to the exit than them, he thought, and he thought, and he thought. He could simply leave the small loading-bay, go down to the security room, hack into the computer, activate the internal security mechanisms and
kill them kill all them all kill them all
kill them all.
He thought about it. And thought about it. And thought about it.
"I shouldn't", he said, regretfully.
"I would get into trouble", he pointed out sadly.
"I could be deactivated", he sighed.
He and he both nodded in disappointed agreement.
As three, he slunk out of the bay. Technically, his job was to monitor the loading. Technically, his entire life was just that; monitoring.
Technically, he didn't have a problem with this.
All of him had generally found it be very…useful.
One faintly-amused laugh rang out of three separate vocals processors, as three bodies and one being made his way through the base.
Take the red-winged seeker, for example. Simple observation had been all that was needed to discover some of his…less than acceptable tendencies. The vast quantities of illegal high-grade he had stashed away in an empty storage chamber, for one.
Or the silver one with the green wings. Dull, really. Nothing more illicit than a penchant for violently murdering those he worked with when they were still useful, for no better reason than mild irritation.
The large yellow one, now, he was interesting. Quite often recently, and utterly unknown to any of his flightmates, he had been seen talking with an individual wearing a blue colour scheme and a damning red sigil. As a mechanism with a more limited vocabulary than Reflector might have said, 'Whoops'.
Reflector's unique sight was enough to see their sins, and his fondness for recording enough to incriminate them all.
And deary, deary me, how unfortunate
if any of
them were found out.
He smiled. So did Reflector. And Reflector.
"See none", he trilled, tilting his head to the ceiling.
"Hear none."
"Speak none."
"Yes", he agreed, placing an arm over each of his shoulders and basking in his own glorious smiles. "It's far better just to be."