Out of Noise
by SMYGO4EVA
"I knew you were perfect from the moment I saw you," the Decepticon called Airachnid whispered to him. "…Those large optics, your perfect form, your zest for life and adventure."
Cliffjumper felt claws upon his horns, petting and weaving – soft, fierce. Hot breath shelled his faceplate. He couldn't move, let alone speak.
"She's going to love you. She doesn't even know it – a gift from me to Arcee – …the perfect soldier."
A haze fell over his mind like a blackened cloud. There was something eerie about this fembot's touch.
Quelled anticipation crackled in the air, and the Decepticon laughed again.
"Cliffjumper," Airachnid had said, and he soon felt her mouth press against his – quick and coarse like poison – or a punch during combat.
"I'll see you soon, for death is coming…" she uttered, and darkness pulled at Cliffjumper's memories like a thread, out of sight.
Everything, soon, was out of noise.