A/N
This is a really quick chapter, only because I didn't want to write the explosive chapter just yet.
Chapter 11
Oenopion sighed. Another night in this detention cell and he was going to lose it. It was simply a minor problem. Looking over, he found Shockwave on the berth and Soundwave near the door. A minor problem indeed. Try to snatch a few extra supplies from the med bay and get tossed in this stupid little room.
"So, might as well get to know each other," chuckled Shockwave.
"You're joking, right," snapped Oenopion.
"C'mon," smiled Shockwave. "You and your brother are practically legends, and all you had to do is walk in."
"Wonderful," Oenopion sighed.
"You know, you could sound a least mildly pleased with all the fame you're getting," snarled Shockwave.
"Oh?"
"I had to go through a lot to be in charge for the time I was," growled Shockwave, sitting up.
"Don't snap at me, you gave it up willingly," smiled Oenopion, crossing his arms.
"I used to live a town away," Soundwave whispered, perking both Oenopion and Shockwave.
"He speaks once more," mocked Oenopion. "In a funny voice too."
"How is it you lived a town away and end up here?" Shockwave asked.
"We were visiting," was the barely audible reply.
"You and your…" whispered Shockwave.
"Guardians…" hissed Oenopion.
A friendly memory played slowly. An old but friendly one. Mouths moved but no words were spoken. His mother offered a small treat just for him. He attempted to grab it but she continued to ask for a certain word. Reality hit him hard as the lights flickered again. He groaned.
"You know I had some younger brothers," Shockwave offered.
"Oh?" Oenopion hummed.
"Yep, they were twins but got real sick. We came to the capital for medicine, but the offlined before we could save them," explained Shockwave.
"So why is it you two are called the Wave brothers but aren't related?" asked Oenopion.
"Ha!" laughed Shockwave. "Just a catchy title is all. We came here round the same time and everything so…"
"The party should be starting," whispered Soundwave.
"Another party we missed," snapped Shockwave.
"Parties? Why even try?" sighed Oenopion. "How do you party here?"
"Music and some leftover snacks," Shockwave explained. "Mostly just a gathering for conversations. Boring at most."
"Why go then?" Oenopion turned to address Soundwave.
"Femme bots," smiled Soundwave.
"Only time they get out and about," Shockwave nodded.
Oenopion nodded, though the darkness blinded most movement. There was a loud knocking noise. Voices whispered quietly outside. Shockwave stood up hastily. Soundwave looked over at the two. Something was wrong. Oenopion sighed, closing his optics. Something in him told that all was turning for the worst.
"Soundwave, hear anything?" Shockwave whispered.
The room began to shake, cutting the light out finally. Darkness consumed the room, refusing to be scared off once more. The shaking stopped, but only for a moment. There was a large explosive crash, rocking the room. The ceiling creaked. The lights popped.
"We need to get out of here!" Shockwave gasped.
"The doors locked," whimpered Soundwave.
"What about the vents?" Oenopion snickered, kicking the wall behind him.
A ventilation door collapsed. He'd been in this room far too long.