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Title: Involuntary
Rating: PG
'Verse: G1
Disclaimer: Don't own anything.
Pairing: Well, it was supposed to be Frenzy/Menasor… but then it turned into Frenzy/Wildrider. 8D bahahahaha.
Warnings: None, really.
Involuntary- Without intention; unintentional; Not voluntary or willing; contrary or opposed to explicit will or desire; unwilling
Frenzy could only stare in horror as a large and ominous shadow fell over him. Oh, slag. The huge shadow went beyond the height of a single mech. Somebot like Optimus Prime could send a real big shadow, and it'd be a real fearsome shadow, too. But this shadow spread its blackness many yards ahead and around him, meaning only one thing: A gestalt.
And that meant a very, very bad thing for the cassetticon. You see, Frenzy could specifically remember lacing one of the Constructicon's experimental vials of liquid with nitroglycerin not even a breem ago.
He turned, gaping in horror at sight. Relief flooded his systems for a brief moment. It wasn't Devastator. As Menasor took a ground-shaking step towards him, that relief quickly washed away into sheer panic. Menasor isn't crazy enough to blatantly attack one of his own, is he? Frenzy thought, diving towards a rock.
His knee joints locked together as the combiner slowly lifted a pede. The combiner was going to stomp him into scrap, he realized, too frozen to dodge the attack. He silently pinged a hopeless S.O.S. to Soundwave and the other Cassetticons, even though he knew their silent creator prohibited his fellow cassettes from leaving their posts.
"You." Menasor boomed, multi-toned voice sending a shiver down his backstrut. "Clean pede." He rumbled, shifting his pede closer to Frenzy. The cassette gaped from the Combiner to his foot to what looked like the squished remains of some furry organic creature pressed to Menasor's foot.
"I ain't touchin' that!" Frenzy blurted, balking at the disgusting squashed organic. He cursed his voice for squeaking in terror. He was a Decepticon, and Decepticons weren't afraid of anything. 'Specially not stupid gestalts. Oh, who was he kidding? Starscream was their Second-in-Command and Air Commander. The Decepticons were as "fearless" as they bragged, and Ravage was a cuddly, adorable little kitten who would rather purr than bite your digits off the moment you touched her.
Menasor curled his lip, the very epitome of annoyed and impatient. Frenzy would remove the dead organic from his pede, or he'd be crushed under that very same pede and his parts would only be another thing for some other helpless Decepticon to remove.
"It could be contaminated or somethin' weird." Frenzy offered weakly.
"Do!" Menasor roared, stomping the dirty foot like an angry bull and then shoving it in Frenzy's face.
Immediately, Frenzy felt his morning rations flood back up his intake. "Fine." He gulped, involuntarily taking a few steps to the Stunticon gestalt. Why? He shrieked inwardly, recoiling as the messy glob of what used to be an organic became clearer as he crept closer.
He eyed the biggest chunk of gore. Might as well just get this over with, he encouraged himself. Touching the least amount of the organic as possible, he grasped the piece and pried it off. He threw it as far from himself as he possibly could, a disgusted shriek biting at the edges of his mouth. Frenzy refused to let the noise out, though. He was not a femme and he was not going to shriek like one.
Without the support from the biggest piece, most of the flesh slid off the pede. Startling Frenzy, Menasor abruptly pulled his pede away to stare at it. He finally let out a grunt and lumbered off, presumably to go find himself some Superion to beat up. Poor Frenzy was left holding back his urges to run back to the Nemesis and scrub himself clean until his very paint rubbed off and then purge his tanks until he had nothing left to purge.
And, that was the state Rumble found him in, curled up under a rock and twitching madly. Soon the retreat was sounded and the Decepticon army made their way back to the Nemesis.
Further deepened by claims on the internet of walking, dead organics that ate live organics' processors, Frenzy was left with an irrational fear of dead organics from that day forward. Also, Wildrider had suddenly begun to hang around him, shamelessly flirting and offering to give the cassette pede massages. Frenzy wasn't exactly sure what prompted this, but he merely assumed the insane Stunticon was being… well, insane. One orn, Wildrider had somehow locked the two of them in a storage closet, firmly intending to "prove his love" to Frenzy, who was lucky enough to escape the crazy mech through a vent.
From that moment on, Frenzy took to clinging to Soundwave as much as possible. He'd prefer a silent drone to an insanely affectionate mech anyday.
