His vision was blurry and gritty, the surrounding area distorted blotches of colorful shapes. There were voices talking overhead, though he heard no words. "can he understand us?" "No, he is a newborn. He won't understand anything for awhile. Just sign some papers and you can take him home." "I don't want him. He's a freak."That word, even if he couldn't understand it, scared him, and he whimpered and reached for one of the moving shapes in front of him, dark blue splotches on a black canvas. The shape recoiled and the mechling heard a snarling voice bark something that scared the mechling even more. "Kill it! I do not wish to be burdened with something so vile!" The newborn cried and curled into himself, tucking long black limbs in to cover his young faceplates. He felt a sting of pain shoot through his tiny, fragile frame. Why did the shape seem to hate him? Had he done something wrong? Was he bad? Why did everything go dark? Why were the voices fading?! The mechling cried louder, making little fists with thin digits. A soft caress on his tiny helm quieted him, and a soothing voice distracted him from the needle pricking his soft metal skin to inject a sedative. He let recharge consume him.
The shape that had recoiled from his touch had turned out to be his sire, a large bulky mech with angry blue optics. He had given the newborn a spiteful look, named him Glitch, and left him on the steps of a dark temple. The mechling cried for a good few minutes before the forbidding black doors opened to let a tall, orange, yellow and white femme exit. The femme's bright amber optics widened in surprise and worry. She leant down to scoop up the tiny newborn and cradled him close to her white chest, orange arms encircling him. She felt safe and warm to the dark newborn. "Oh, you poor sweetie. Don't worry; you'll be safe with this priestess…" Glitch simply grinned and clapped his servos together happily. He did have a family after all.
Glitch was now a whole four vorns old, his metal skin now a dark navy blue, highlighted by bright purple biolights and black markings on his thin digits and pedes. A dark visor covered his odd golden optics, though his bright, joyful smile was clear for all to see. His caretaker, Angelcall, the femme from the first night, gave him small tasks to complete around the temple to keep him busy. The thin youngling turned his gaze towards the alter in front of the many pews, and, beyond it, the statue of his race's god and the choir's gilded stage. Oh, how he wanted to fill this wonderful place, his wonderful home, with beautiful music, music as beautiful as the choir's singing. A gruff voice interrupted his thoughts of music and the choir stage. "Whatchya doin' Glitch? Prayin'?" A large grey-green mech stood behind the dark blue mechling, a sinister grin painting his ugly grey face. "Scorcher, what are you doing here? There's not another shipment due until next week…" Are you here to fail at flirting with Angelcall again? What a moron. And what's with that grin…I don't like it. The dark mechling faked a smile and feebly waved hello to the much larger male. Scorcher was one of the temple's suppliers, someone who took supplies from the city Icon and brought them to the temple guards, who then took them to the kitchens. "Scorcher?" said mech merely grinned-and kicked Glitch across the room to slam into the hard, unforgiving stone wall. He cried out in pain and surprise as his thin frame bent unnaturally when he hit the cold, unmovable force.
"Stop right there Scorcher! Get away from that mechling this instance!"
The bell-like ringing of Angelcall's voice stopped the grey-green mech in his beating of the dark blue mechling, a look of terror coming over the ugly faceplates of the supplier. Glitch uncurled from his spot on the floor, visor cracked right down the middle. One large, frightened golden optic was visible, unshed tears shining in the normally bright depths. A moment later, and the beaten mechling fainted, optic closing and fragile frame going limp under the guise of recharge.
A moment later, and Angelcall was picking him up, cradling him to her chest while forcing back her anger. She mustn't lose her calm in front of this mech or the temple guards. The guard captain, a tall, blue, black, and grey mech by the name of Tooligan, apologized for letting Scorcher slip through. Angelcall dismissed the mech with a wave of her servo, already turning to bring her little mechling to the clinic. Glitch needed medical assistance for his injuries, and he was far more important than some mech that managed to slip by the guards.
Twist: I hope this is ok for a first time posting here. X3
I only own Scorcher, Tooligan, and Angelcall.