9-Volt' Basement
Date: May, 2012
AN: I almost don't wanna share this one, it's so fucking stupid. God I hate this one. It's based off of Cupcakes, the one pony fic where Pinkie Pie murders Rainbow Dash. God this one is so fucking stupid it hurts. It makes me genuinely mad every fucking time I remember I wrote this, let alone it exists.
The sky was cloudy, the air was humid. Not a human was in sight in Penguin Town that day. It was too ugly outside to do anything. There were a few cars out on the roads however. They were probably going shopping, the only exciting thing you can do at Daytona beach on such a nasty day. The stores must have been bustling today.
Zero's house was quiet for once. They were bored. Wheeljack found a way to keep himself quiet for a while. He was doing what he did best- inventing. Even though he was tired. He was building a new model for the Weighted Companion Cube for GLaDOS, when suddenly; he got a call on his workbench phone. It was 9-Volt, his twin brother. "Wheeljack, will you come over?" 9-Volt asked over the phone, in a sinister voice. "Something broke, and in order to fix it, I need you." "Uh…Ok…"Wheeljack said uneasy from the sound of his brother's voice. "I'll be right over." He hung up the phone and though. "I wonder what he broke this time…and what was up with his voice?" He disregarded it and grabbed his tool box and left the house.
It wasn't a long walk to his Brother's home. It was only a few blocks down. The humans of his neighborhood didn't panic if they saw him outside. They all knew who he was, what he was, and what he did. They came to love him actually. They were nice to him. They had no clue of the other Autobots taking refuge among Zero's house along with him. They had no clue they were even on this planet.
Wheeljack arrived at 9-Volt's house. It only took him about 5 minutes to get there. "So what'd you break?" He asked. "How bad is it?" "Oh, nothing too bad." Said 9-Volt. "And don't worry about what it is, right now. You look tired. You should rest a bit." "Well…ok." Wheeljack said. "You can rest on my couch over there." 9-Volt said, pointing to the couch. "Make yourself at home." He walked off and into the kitchen. Wheeljack sat down and looked around the room. It was nice. It looked like a normal living room. There was a T.V, a chandelier, a coffee table that had some table coasters on it. The rug under the coffee table looked like a piece of modern art. There was a bunch of rectangles that made up the pattern. Each turned at different side. Red, Blue, Green, Yellow. All sort of nice colors. The curtains were an eerie Black.
9-Volt came out of the kitchen holding a glass with clear liquid in it. It was most likely water. He handed the glass to Wheeljack. He took a sip of the liquid. It tasted a bit weird. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could get it out, He got light-headed. A wave of dizziness shot through him. Everything started to spin. He could barely see straight. His dizziness intensified. It happened for about 5 minutes, then, he passed out.
Wheeljack regained his consciousness hours later. He found himself in a strange dark room. He knew he never saw this room in his brother's home. Perhaps it was his basement? 9-Volt never let anyone in his basement. Anyone. Not even Thrasher. Where was she, anyway? Wheeljack tried to move, but some sort of metal strap held him down in place. He struggled to try and move, but the metal braces held him down to a sturdy wooden table. There was a bright light over him. It looked like a lamp that a surgeon used while preforming surgery. He continued to struggle to try and escape.
Suddenly, 9-Volt came out of the darkness and into the light from the lamp. "Oh good! You're awake now!" 9-Volt said stated gleefully and sinister. "Now we can get started." He bounded back into the darkness and quickly reappeared pushing a cart over, covered with a cloth. "I-I can't move!" Wheeljack shouted. "What's going on?" "Well, of course you can't move! You're tied down!" 9-Volt said. "Why?! What are doing?! I thought I was helping you fix something!" Wheeljack said, frightened. "You're helping." Said 9-Volt. "I ran out of some things I need to fix it." "…S-Some…things…?" Wheeljack said. He began to panic. "W-What things?!" "You" 9-Volt said sinisterly. Wheeljack's eyes widen. "Oh…you really got me there for a second…" He said in a voice of hysteria. "Tricking me into thinking you were gonna cut me open and take out parts from me? That's the best joke you've ever done. On anyone." 9-Volt began to snicker. "Thanks, Wheeljack, I appreciate your praise, but I haven't pulled any jokes on anyone today. So I can't accept your praise." He said. Wheeljack began to struggle once again
"This isn't even funny!" He barked. "Then why did you laugh?" 9-Volt said as he whipped the cloth off the cart. The cart contained medical tools and knives. All insanely sharp. All of them had a bit of blood on the blades of them. Wheeljack was panicking severely. 9-Volt picked up one of the knives on the cart and observed it. "Volt! Don't do this! I'm your brother!" He shouted. "I know that." He said. "Everyone will notice I'm gone! When GLaDOS starts sending phone calls out for me, everyone's gonna come looking for me!" Wheeljack cried. "Don't do this! Please!" "Oh, don't you worry." 9-Volt said. "There's plenty more engineers that work for Aperture to take care of those tasks. No one will know you're gone. Or find out about this. I've been doing this for a long time, now." Wheeljack began to notice the rest of the room. The walls were covered in blood. The word "MONSTER" was written on the wall right next to him in blood.
His attention was brought back by the feeling of something standing over him. He gasped at 9-Volt, who was standing over him holding a scalpel in his left hand. "Volt…I'm sorry if I did anything to you! Please let me go! I won't tell anyone about this! Ever!" Wheeljack cried "Oh, Wheeljack, you didn't do anything. It's just that your number came up, and well, those are the rules." 9-Volt replied. Wheeljack began to tear up "Please…please don't do this…!" He pleaded. "Don't be sad, brother." 9-Volt said "Let me show you something." He held up a skull. It looked like a human's but was a lot bigger than one. However, it had a different feature. A beak. Wheeljack gasped. "Did you…!?" "Caught him before he went back to the ship." 9-Volts said sinisterly. " I'm glad I did. He was worth the flavor. He wasn't a robot, and I know he didn't have a number like the rest, but I wanted to taste a Betick Penguin. It was a shame he was such a bad mouth. He said such rude things. So I cut out his tongue." Wheeljack didn't say anything. He was stricken with fear. "Enough with the talking, now." Said 9-Volt. "Let's get started"
He put down Lopez's skull and held up the scalpel. He placed the blade only inches above Wheeljack's Autobot insignia, and began to cut around it. Wheeljack shouted and tried to struggle away, but all the braces held still. Almost finishing the incision, 9-Volt placed the scalpel back on the cart and picked up a small knife and began to cut out the insignia. Wheeljack grinded his teeth in pain. "Don't grind your teeth." Said 9-Volt. "You'll ruin them." Wheeljack didn't say anything. He just watched as he peeled away at his metal skin. He placed the patch of metal down on the cart. Wheeljack's arm burnt like a hot-iron.
9-volt picked up a big butcher knife. He removed one of the braces from Wheeljack's arm. Then he brought down the blade so hard, instantly, Wheeljack screamed and tried to struggle away. 9-Volt pulled the knife out of his arm. He tried to hit it again, but he missed from Wheeljack pulling his arm away. "Keep still!" 9-Volt scolded as Wheeljack screamed. "I keep missing!" He took another shot, and hit his target. Blood splattered on his face. He brought the knife down through Wheeljack's arm and through his hand, leaving a huge gash down his arm. 9-Volt did the same to his other arm. Wheeljack watched as he cut open his arm. He had given up on trying to struggle away. He tried to focus on holding back screams of pain and cries for help that could never be answered. 9-Volt began ripping open his arm as Wheeljack's unending melody of pain filled the room. Suddenly, he blacked out.
Wheeljack awoken from the sound of shouting in his head. His vision refocused. He noticed 9-Volt looking quite upset. He sighed. Wheeljack said nothing. He saw 9-Volt lower his faceplate, and saw him put something blue with a bit of red in his mouth, and began to chew it. He noticed Wheeljack's stare, "What?" He snapped. "…Oh, this? I cut this off of your arm; you're not bad actually." He forced a piece of it in the agenized Autobot's mouth. He immediately spat it out. 9-Volt frowned and picked it up. "If you didn't want it, you could've just said something…" He said. "It's not like you've never seen me cut apart something and eat it."
He turned his attention to the cart. On it, was a metal box. He removed the lid, revealing a large scalpel. Wheeljack began to panic again. 9-Volt picked up the scalpel, and walked over to Wheeljack, holding another scalpel in his mouth. He carefully positioned the scalpel to on his chest. "NO, VOLT! NO! PLEASE STOP!" Wheeljack begged. 9-Volt rolled his eyes and put down the scalpel and began trying to think of what else to do to him. Suddenly, he thought of something. He got a hammer and a box of nails from the bottom of his cart. He took out a nail from the box, and positioned it on Wheeljack's foot. He took a swing. Wheeljack yelled in agonizing pain as the nail was driven into his foot. 9-Volt snickered and did the same to his other foot.
Wheeljack was delirious and dizzy from fear after that. 9-Volt began trying to snap the delirious bot back to attention. "Wheeljack? Wake up!" He shouted. Wheeljack moaned and showed weak acknowledgement of responsiveness. 9-Volt walked back over to the cart, and picked up a large syringe. "Ok. This is it." He said. Wheeljack wearily focused on the needle. "W-What is that…?" He asked. 9-Volt walked back over him, and stuck the needle in his arm. "You won't be able to feel your arms or legs in a few minutes." He said. "Volt?" Wheeljack choked out. "What?" "I just want to go home…" Wheeljack sobbed. "Yeah, I know." 9-Volt replied.
The drug took affect after a few minutes. He couldn't feel his arms, or his legs, but he could still feel his chest and stomach. 9-Volt approached with the large scalpel from earlier. He took the scalpel, and cut open Wheeljack's chest. He let out a loud agonizing, bloodcurdling scream as 9-Volt ran the knife through him. 9-Volt sinisterly laughed. Wheeljack's breathing intensified. 9-Volt carefully pulled out wires and other parts inside him. He sinisterly laughed as he gutted his twin brother. Wheeljack let out a throat shredding cry, and grew weaker, and weaker. 9-Volt pulled out more of the parts inside him. The shock was causing him to fade. "Oh, don't go yet, Wheeljack!" 9-Volt said as he pulled out the rest of his insides, only leaving his spark. He began to laugh once more. Wheeljack didn't hear his tormenter. He slipped into unconsciousness once more. 9-Volt, still not yet satisfied, reawakens him. Wheeljack awoken one last time. Blood flowing from the wound on his chest. It wouldn't be long. 9-Volt brought the scalpel back up to his chest. "I'm a bit disappointed." He said. " I thought you would've lasted longer. But I guess it was my fault. I should've waited." He cut another slit into Wheeljack's chest to get out the rest of his parts. Wheeljack weakly shouted in pain. The last thing he felt was 9-Volt ripping out his parts. Then he left him to die there. Tied up to a wooden table.