"Home sweet home…"
It was the darkest room Cliffjumper had ever seen; no windows, pathetic lighting, plus a paintjob that screamed depression. Two compressed steel beds lay idle towards the end of the room, looking very bare and uncomfortable. A single table stood weakly in the centre, peeled and rusted from age.
Miniscule energon scrapmetals scurried out from within the small holes that had been burrowed in the walls, one of the pests crashed headfirst into Cliffjumper's right foot.
The red mech scowled in response, and lashed out with his leg, sending the bug flying through the air, before it landed on the wall with a dull 'plonk'.
"Everything alright back there, Cliff?" a voice hollered from behind, the noise echoing off the rusted metal walls.
"Yeah," Cliffjumper muttered back, placing his heavy-duty backpack on the old table, "Everything's fine, I just, uh, encountered some minor problems whilst examining my surroundings."
Upon saying this, though, the table that he had just placed the backpack on crumpled under pressure, the skinny legs snapping instantly, due to the huge weight on top. It crashed to the floor loudly, breaking into even smaller pieces as it made contact. Cliffjumper grimaced at the sight, his face a mixture of disbelief and anger, whilst bending over to pick up his still-intact backpack.
The red mech kicked the remains of the table into the darkest corner of the room, before plonking his aft down on one of the two steel beds. The Autobot rummaged through his backpack, brought out a high-tech radio/alarm clock, and placed it on the bed next to his. It would have to double as a table for the time being.
The gathering siren rang, sharp and shrill, the sound flew through the dark corridors of the complex, alerting everyone instantaneously.
As Cliffjumper stood up to leave his room, he stared at what would be his home for perhaps the next few weeks. Dark, old, creepy, with a Scrapmetal corpse in the corner; it wasn't a Decagon Hotel Room, but it would have to do.
After all, comfort, out of all things, wasn't essential in the life of a newly recruited Prison Guard.