Energon. The life blood of all Cybertronians, Autobot and Decepticon alike.
While it spills.
Oh when it spills. I can't help but tremble in both fear and fascination.
Feeling the liquid run down my claws, feeling it's slightly cold temperature, and holding one's life in the palm of my servos.
Some say the life of a doctor during war is a hard one…but I say it's a dream come true.
Dozens of bodies, pools of energon, I'd say I'm in heaven. We should have had a war like this a long time ago…
Dismantled limbs, cries of pain, all normal things you would find in my Med Bay.
But remember this, once you're in, you won't come out the same.
You're my puppet now, and I hold the strings to your fate.
If a string is to break…don't blame me~ You weren't strong enough puppet, and I've outgrown you.
Soon enough, more and more come down the assembly line, more limbs gone, pain from their insides, and the same cries that keep my spark pulsing.
Some ask, why, why are you like this?
I laugh as I answer, there's nothing wrong with me~ You just can't appreciate how fragile a life is.
Piercing wounds, burned metal, I've seen it all. Frag, I've even seen just torsos of a body enter here.
But one thing I've never seen in my Med Bay, is a begging Prime. You Autobots have such pride, but even now while I hold the string that is keeping you alive, puppet, you refuse to yield and accept you fate?
Come now, look as your energon gushes out of you like a waterfall, and watch as its beauty stains the floors and walls.
Now, won't you beg for me? You're in my world now, there's no need to be shy, but do me a favor…when you die, say hello to my friend on the other side…
Goodbye puppet, I've outgrown you.