DISCLAIMER: I don't own Transformers. I'm just borrowing them for short periods of random weirdness. Aegis is mostly mine though I got the idea of him from the Fantasy Flight Games book Mechamorphosis. Special thanks to my beta Okamichan.
AUTHORS NOTE: This prompt gave me a little bit of trouble at first. Just as Soundwave isn't a comforting character, he's also not one that gets frightened easily. Then I realized, I was looking at it the wrong way.
#7. Horror, 10 (Soundwave) – CE/PE
Bluestreak on-lined, awareness creeping in slowly. He moaned softly and tried to sit up. And immediately regretted it. Hot, searing pain overwhelmed his circuitry, forcing an involuntary hard reboot. Waking up the second time was worse. He didn't repeat his attempt to sit up, instead focused on bringing his optics online.
There wasn't much to see. A dark, quiet room. No furniture other than the berth he lay on. No door either.
Bluestreak started rapidly drawing air into his vents, processor on overdrive as his memory playback routines overwhelmed him. It was the cells at the Arena all over again!
"Courier guild – Last survivor. Designation - Bluestreak. Status – Online." A deep, monotone voice intoned into the darkness.
Bluestreak jolted back to the present with a physical lurch. Cold fear gripped his shuddering spark.
A dark, boxy form stepped into the small circle of light cast by Bluestreak's optics. The only thing Bluestreak could see clearly was the red slash of a visor glowing malevolently above him.
"S-s-Soundwave!" he squeaked. Bluestreak wanted to run, to leap off that berth and get as far away from this particular Tyrant as he could. Terror kept him frozen, unable to twitch a servo.
Soundwave calmly pulled a chair over from somewhere behind Bluestreak and sat down beside the berth. He leaned forward on both elbows, lacing his fingers together and stared down at the captive gunner.
"Recommendation – Answer questions without resistance. Reason – Possibility of repairs after interrogation."
"Y-you're going to torture me? Whether I talk or not?" Bluestreak stammered out, frame starting to shake.
The glow of the visor brightened in anticipation. "Affirmative."