Sam - And I'm back with another installment!
Syndrome - What took you so long...
Sam- Your flippin Firewalls!
Syndrome - Eh...
Sam - Look why don't I say this. If you let me put this one itty bitty memory file on I'll never use your files from your head again. Alright?
Syndrome - Cross yer heart n hope ta kark it?
Sam - Mhmm...
Syndrome - Alright then! Roll the Disclaimer!
DISCLAIMER - I DO NOT OWN TRANSFORMERS. NOR DO I OWN THIS VERSION OF RATCHET. HIS NAME IS PROPERTY OF HASBRO -I THINK...- AND THIS VERSION IS PROPERTY OF TOAVEKA. By the way... Thanks for helping me again! Writers block is a terrible omen!
-Memory File Playback Resumed-
"That's when Rollz decided he wanted me to test his latest machine out for him..." Syndrome shuddered. He didn't like going over things that had already happened. He believed in looking forward, not back. But on the other hand, he didn't want Ratchet invading his mind either.
Ratchet recorded everything down in small notes. This had to be done.
Syndrome stopped for a while. This wasn't a part he wanted to talk about. He hid his tears but the obvious fear was shown easily. He kept his optics shut at all times just in case someone was to barge in. But then again, Ratchet had gotten Skartplug to lock the door when he left. He sighed, opening his optics and staring blindly at the ceiling as he tried to picture the torture room.
"The... the room was a large dissection room... There was stuff everywhere, most of it useless might I add. But this one big machine stuck out in the corner where he took me..."
"Can you describe the machine for me?" Rachet looked up from his notes. Syndrome gulped and turned his head
"Do I have to?"
Rachet nodded. Syndrome sighed, trying to remember what it looked like. His last look at it was a blurr seeing as it moved so fast he didn't even see it coming.
"It was tall... the syringes aujustable to reach any sized mech. It was on wheels... erm... it had alot of buttons and levers on its left side..." he shuddered. Thinking about it brought back the pain in his optics.
"Take your time..."
Syndrome closed his optics again. No point scaring the good doctor keeping them open whilst he searched his memory banks. This was proving a difficult task for him. Rachet could see that clearly by his delay.
"You alright?" Syndome kept his optics shut as he slowly turned and faced the medic.
"I don't want to talk about this anymore..." His voice was barely above a whisper. The whole experience had spooked the stealth bot badly and retelling the tale was proving to be harder than Rachet first thought. He sighed, then nodded.
"I can understand that... Alright you can rest a while. But I'm gonna need t'a know more later..." Syndrome nodded and sighed with relief. The images lingered in his memory banks for a few seconds, then they vanished.
"I don't wanna have t'a make ya suffar..."
Syndrome looked round "I know I know... it's just so hard to think about it sometimes... Sorry..."
"It's alright... I'd be suprised if you wern't phased..."
Syndrome coughed, his systems still trying to manage the repairs that had been done internally. He stretched, filling up the berth for a moment before he relaxed.
"Well Napalm could fill in blank areas... he was there through most of it..."
Ratchet nodded in agreement "Alright. I'll yell at him later about it."
They both sat in silence for a little while. Ratchet read over his notes. He sighed, breaking the silence "So, other than this inceedint..." Syndrome swallowed a laugh. Speech impediments wern't new to him either but they still wanted to make him laugh...
"What else is new?"
Syndrome shrugged. Nothing much ever changed around here... "Not much... Grindz's sudden side change took us all by surprise of course. Oh, and Firestorm's been getting a little more sleep now" He grinned slightly, keeping his optics shut firmly "Note the 'little'"
"Someone should drug 'im..."
"Me and Skarts tried that one. The problem is tryin ta keep the bugger still..."
Ratchet smiled and the both fell back into silence.
Flash dimly onlined, and the first thing he realised was that he was alone. He quickly jumped up off the berth, watching around the room cautiously. It was still pitch black. Everything in the room gave off black shadows. He could hear it... quiet but easily recognisable to his audio receptors...
A faint scratching sound. He knew it all too well. He panicked.
"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
Napalm screeched round the corner, hearing the frightened scream of the youngling. He ran faster then he ever had before, the true Lambogini side as Sam called it showing true to form. He skidded round the last corner, the high pitched squeal of metal sliding across metal filling the halls.
"Flash! I'm here don't worry!" Napalm ran into the dark room, turning the light on and immeadiatly being embraced by the small shaking red child. He gripped him tightly round the waist, sobbing into his plates.
"Napalm! She's gonna get me! Don't let her get me!" Flash wept in the larger mechs arms. Napalm gently stroaked the crying childs helm "Shh... it's alright Flash..."
"Don't let her take me again!"
Napalm closed his optics. Darkness haunted them both. He just knew how to withstand the fear of someone who no longer existed thanks to Fastrack.
"She isn't going to take you away from me... No one will again. I promise."
"We won't hurt you... nobody will hurt you again... I promise" Firestorm was literally crying in his sleep, both inside and outside his memory banks. He had reached the end of his everlasting childhood memories, but the second he thought he would wake up, The memories started to repeat themselves.
"No... Please... Stop..."
Sam tapped on the door gently. She didn't want to wake him, but he had been recharging for a while now. That shouldn't surprise her seeing as he never recharged properly but it did. He hadn't had a decent nights sleep for the past few weeks now so it was only natural he would be 'deadbeat' as Syndrome put it.
"Firestorm?"
"Stop..."
"You alright?" When no reply came, Sam panicked. The door was locked, so she quickly fumbled keying in the override code. As soon as the door opened she ran in.
Firestorm was strewn across the floor, tear marks streaked down his face and a large bump on his head. A syringe lay smashed in the corner of the room, a small pool of red liquid leaking out of the glass. Sam carefully jumped over the writhing mech and towards the substance. Carefully, she dipped her finger into the liquid and smelt it.
"Rollz..." She turned to Firestorm "What did he do to you..."
"No... Not again please!..." Sam bent down and placed her hands on his shoulders, but quickly removed them as they began to burn. Firestorm was always what she called 'a living radiator' but he was never this warm!
"Firestorm? Storm can you hear me?" Sam placed her hands back onto Firestorms shoulder, trying her best to ignore the burning as she shook him violantly.
"Dad!" The little mech cryed out and struggled to break free of his captuers grasp as his fathers figure disappeared behind a closed door.
"Be quiet ya little brat!" A hand grabbed onto his shoulder, shaking him violantly. Wait.. that didn't really happen...
"Firestorm!"
"Come on Storm wake up!" Firestorm's optics onlined as he finally came out of his repeated nightmare. Sam gritted her teeth, shaking her hand violantly. Firestorm looked around. He was back in his quarters, his commander next to him. He could feel cool air cycling through his systems, desperatly trying to cool him down. Blinking a few times, he realised there were tear stains down his face...
"S-Sam?" He was surprised at how faint his vocaliser was. He guessed it was because of all the screams and shouts he probably had been doing whilst being trapped inside his mind. Sam looked at him, clenching then unclenching her hand furiously.
"You alright Storm?"
"I... I don't know... I-I just fell asleep when suddenly... I couldn't wake up again..."
Sam stood up "You can thank Rollz for that. Seem's he drugged you" She tilted her head in the direction of the broken syringe. Firestorm lowered his head
"I'm sorry Sam... I ... I just couldn't stop it... I couldn't-"
"You haven't got anything to apologize for. Now I want this mess cleared up then I want you to report to medbay later to check that bump on your head."
Firestorm just nodded blankly and kept quiet. Sam wandered over to the door "Oh and Storm?"
He looked up "Yeah?"
"Next time I force you to rest, remind me of this day ok?"
He smiled "Will do"
Sam - Awwh... little Codec moment at the end there...
Syndrome - Rack off Sam!
Sam - You rack off!
Syndrome - Don't spit the dummy at me!
Sam - Stop going into Aussy mode!
Syndrome - The guy had a wog! Crikey don't be such a yobbo!
Sam - Get out of Aussy mode!
Syndrome - Crikey mate I'm not in Aussy mode!
Sam - Stop saying Australian words and phrases then!
Syndrome - I CAN'T HELP IT!
Sam - Ugh...
-Transmission Temporarily Interrupted-
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