A very big thank you to PrancingTiger86, Hot Rod's Girl and Sslaxx for the awesome reviews ~ C:

PrancingTiger86: Pffft. Maturity? For grown ups? Overrated. Overrated, I (and the majority of the Ark) say! XDD

Thank you, glad you enjoyed! I have a feeling that prompt will get its own outtake. Because Prowl's suffering through various movies if just too entertaining to pass up.

Hot Rod's Girl: Interesting indeed is a good way of phrasing it. XDD My friend uses it to politely describe terrible things...thank you very much though! Glad you found it funny~ C:

Sslaxx: Oh, her! I've read her comic halfway through before my connection crashed and refused to download the images D: I love her stuff~ XDD

This chapter is quite heavily influenced by the game Shin Megami Tensei: Persona 3 – a truly awesome game for anyone who has a chance to play it, I very warmly recommend it. Kickass story, beautiful graphics, clever structure and such a unique atmosphere. It was mainly the theme song that bought this chapter about – as well as the continuous presence of the moon throughout the game – in a beautiful, eerie way.

The song is definitely worth a listen, you can find good quality versions up on Youtube.

This chapter takes place somewhere between 'Fog' and 'Darkness' – so, after Prowl's modification, but before his memories sharpen back out and he meets Jazz again.

I hope you enjoy~

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Disclaimer: I own the plot, not the mechs.

Universe: G1
Warnings: Implied slash? Some psychological fuckups.

6. Crescent Moon
(AU 2007 Movieverse)

Dreamless dorm, ticking clock
I walk away from the soundless room
Windless night, moonlight melts
My ghostly shadow to the lukewarm gloom
Nightly dance of bleeding swords
Reminds me that I still live

I will burn my dread
I once ran away from the god of fear
And he chained me to despair

Burn my dread
I'll break the chain
And run till I see the sunlight again

I'll lift my face and run to the sunlight.

Burn My Dread - Yumi Kawamura (Persona 3)

Night fell again, and along with the lengthened shadows, he too could surface safely.

As if with the new coats of black paint and old colours – whatever they were, stripped away – his tolerance for the daytime and daylight had vanished too.

It wasn't a new limit – more like a new nuisance. Those twelve hours of the day merely irritated him.

Shaking his head, the dark police cruiser allowed the empty Energon cube to slip out of his grasp, clattering on the floor, the slight sound echoing in the eerie silence.

What a strange concept to introduce to one's processor – the fact that the lair of the much-dreaded Decepticons could be so quiet.

So disturbingly peaceful.

So…distressingly…

Civil.

It made the little parts of his fuzzy memories – the ones that didn't seem to get corrupted in the midst of whatever procedure he underwent by the hands of Hook and Soundwave – rather…awkward and strange.

Decepticons, destroyers of the innocent? Sparkling-eating monstrosities?

Honestly, now he just felt like a right fool.

Naïve fool, sitting on the sides and observing, soaking up textual evidence….

Another soft sigh, followed by faint, careful footsteps and clicks of oiled hinges as the door swished open, allowing the resident of the room to take his presence outside.

Branches crunched under sleek pedes, ebony paint blotched with luminous shades of blue and starlight-grey, glossy claws traced tips and textures of whatever surrounding him caught his attention, bound with the slight fascination the new perspective through new instruments bought him.

Behind him, the moon filled the sky with its sickly, beautiful fluorescence, flooding the inky, midnight sky with neon yellow and green.

And it wasn't even a full moon yet.

The elegant crescent arc offered but a shadow of the eerie magnificence of a complete lunar cycle could.

Well…if he wanted to get technical, half of a complete lunar cycle.

For once, though, severed pieces of a fact had no effect whatsoever on the natural phenomenon.

Luna, or selēnē.

For whatever strange reason, he found himself reminiscing over old tales his colleague once entertained him with, over a century ago, when office work was still a realistic ambition, without daily bomb raids and voluntary bloodshed.

Selene was the name of the Goddess of the moon. Her heart was captured by a beautiful prince, Endymion. Selene asked Zeus to grant him eternal sleep so that he would stay forever young and thus would never leave her.

That was one version.

Alternatively, Endymion made the decision to live forever in sleep, leaving Selene to kneel beside his bed every night, praying for a response but never receiving any.

Sighing, he dropped the small organic he had been examining to the ground, raising blood red optics to the tinted sky once more.

Mech…what was your name?

A kaleidoscope of broken shards, exploding from his processor, both conscious and unconscious, as if one pulled the trigger of a gun, pointed to his temple.

You who walked in the sunlight…with the ivory paint and the cobalt gaze?

Each piece is a part of the sea of one's soul. Together – they form magnificent images, beautiful, powerful creatures, essences of life, existence…life.

Who are you and where were you before I was chained to despair by my own fears and dreads of the unknown?

He was caught previously. Like a moth to the flame, a fly in the web, locked inside a dark room by childish and cruel intentions.

Who was I before the battles became the centre of my world, the sole reminder that I was still here and how sweet it was to be alive?

When the world was coloured in all spectres of the prism, not just black, purple, green and the fluorescence of spilt blood and the crescent moon.

Tell me your name.

I am thou and thou art me…thou shalt have our blessing when thou sees the truth behind the truth…when thou shalt follow your own path, not the path the Gods have pushed you onto and ordered to walk.

Tell me what to scream once I'm free.

The wind stirred. Somewhere, in the distance, the silent clock chimed the approaching presence of midnight.

Tell me who to call when I run back into the light, with the bloodied moonlight becoming silver and clean in my spark.

For I cannot remember.

…tell me.

I'm waiting.

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