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Now this one will become a complete story. I just can't promise it will be what I write next.
I already have 70% of the fic floating around my head in disjointed chunks
And I know how it is going to end. Now if only someone will write the drama version
Everything would be golden.
Plunnie submitted by Balrog Roike to tf_bunny:
Starscream is a ghost, the ghost of a Seeker Youngling that died millenia ago because of abuse and neglect. Since then he has found out how to become sort of corporal and how to look like and adult
when he appears. Unable to overcome his fears of others and scared somebody will hurt him again, he is content to become part of a group over and over again without ever making real friends and becoming reallyclose to them. That's what happened with the Cons.
He even has areason why he irritates Megatron over and over again. He can't feel anything anymore beside really strong pain and so he uses Megatron to keep himself from going completely mad from some sort of sensory deprivation. Primus and the original 12 know his story and that Starscream is afraid of returning to the Matrix because he fears to be lonely there again, so they try to be gentle and coax him back home. How will the Bots and Cons react if they find out?
Spectre
The door to Starscream's personal quarters closed with a solid sounding thunk. Not that the seeker actually cared about the security measures beyond insuring his privacy. It wasn't as though any of them could actually hurt him after all.
A faint sigh escaped the Air Commander's vocal processors. Yet another day of his ideas being disregarded. Of being mocked behind his back, and sometimes to his face, never mind that he was Second in Command. Of being knocked around by his Commanding Officer, though Starscream admitted to himself that Megatron wasn't entirely at fault for that. He purposely went out of his way to provoke the other.
Funny, Starscream thought to himself. One would think he would be used to it by now. He wasn't. Even after all these vorns it still hurt, and not for the first time, the jet had to wonder just what it was that was wrong with him. Why did everyone hate him so much? He had tried, once upon a time.
Slowly, the seeker flexed his injured arm where the gunformer had almost pulled it out of the socket, reveling in the sensation. It wasn't that he enjoyed pain, but. Well, it was better to feel pain than nothing at all. He couldn't even remember what it was like to have a soothing touch on his wings, to be pulled into another's soft embrace.
Assuming that is he had ever known, and honestly, Starscream wasn't sure he had. Sometimes, he really wondered why he bothered. Surely the Well of All Sparks couldn't be worse then this? Maybe, just maybe. . .
Abruptly the jet caught himself, shaking away the thought. No, he wouldn't be trapped that easily. He knew better. No one, no one could be trusted. Not even Primus himself. He would lose himself to the stars before letting himself be caged like that. It wasn't as if anyone would notice one more twinkling bit of light.
Starscream preformed his evening tasks by route, processor only half on his work. He didn't want to release his form yet. Didn't want to become one with the universe, but he knew he had to. He might not need recharge the way a living mech did. However, in his own way he did rest. The spirit needed the time to clear his mind and strengthen his will. He'd go insane otherwise.
And the Air Commander was tired. He had just finished a triple shift, once again courtesy of his beloved leader. It was just fortunate that no one on the bridge had actually seen the blunder that caused Megatron's latest flash of rage. He hadn't dropped the data pad containing the plans for the latest raids on purpose. It had fallen right through his servo.
Starscream rose from his desk, sighing again. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. If anyone had been present in the seeker's quarters they would have seen a once solid form turn transparent before shrinking. Then a moment later, there was nothing to see at all.
SSSSSSSSSSSS
Flashes thumbs up. Victory.
So what do you think? Does it have potential?
