Chapter 12

As always, he heard voices first before he saw. It was blurry, but then it began to clear. It took some time for the voices to become words he could understand and the blurs faces he recognized, although designations escaped his processor.

"He's online."

"Oh, thank the Guiding Hand."

"Hey, Starscream. Keep looking at us. There's a good mech."

"He's a Seeker, not a 'good mech.'"

"Shut up."

"Guys, don't fight."

Starscream looked around, feeling so weak, his limbs heavy, unresponsive weights, and his body unmoving. He opened his mouth, but only a low groan escaped his vocalizer.

"Shhh, you're okay. Our sparklings are also okay." Mayhem soothed, holding the Seeker's servo.

"He'll live, but there's damage to his spark and body. I am not skilled enough to fix him fully, nor have the equipment." Scalpel grunted.

"But, he'll live and function, right?" Salvo asked.

"He will. For now."

"So long as I have something to frag." Bedlam so carelessly replied.

Mayhem glared murderously at him.

"Don't ever do this again." Scalpel exasperatedly grumbled. "I barely managed to save him this time. And I'm not spending another 15 joors saving him again. If you must give him circuit boosters it must be in small dosages. He's a jet. They burn their fuel faster so a little bit of circuit booster reacts much quicker and is more potent."

"Or better yet, don't drug him period." Mayhem deadpanned.

"I second that." Salvo nodded.

"Here, Starscream, look at our creations." Mayhem held up the twins, each fitting easily into his servos. "Here, nurse them." He started to place them onto their carrier's chestplates.

"No, he can't." Scalpel interjected quickly. "He still has some remaining circuit boosters and Syk in his systems. He will need to pump out all the energon he has and start fresh."

"Then what do my sparklings refuel on?"

"Well, I could activate your own systems to produce weakened energon for them… Or I make them formula."

"Formula." Mayhem instructed without hesitation.

Starscream lost consciousness again and fell into stasis lock.


An Orn Later:

Brakelight opened the door and stepped aside, allowing Mayhem to enter his apartment.

"So, how is he?" The smaller mech inquired.

"He's doing better. The sparkling is still alive in him. Scalpel ran a scan on him earlier and took an energon sample." The tank sat on the couch.

"And?"

"His spark still is not fluctuating normally. And Scalpel thinks Bedlam is still sneaking circuit boosters into Starscream's energon without him knowing. Freedom is sick and her systems are running warm. Justice vomited the other orbital cycle." He was silent a moment, looking down. "I want to keep them with their carrier for as long as possible, but maybe I should take them now?"

"You would need to stay with them constantly. They're too small to be left alone." Brakelight sat beside him.

"I know. And I can't afford the brass or anyone else finding out about them.. At least not Freedom. I can make up a one night stand excuse for Justice."

"Maybe they can live with me and I'll have Hope watch them when we're away? But… That probably will be too hard on him. And we can't afford not going in to work…"

"I've been begging Bedlam to just give me Starscream or to at least care for him until I get my creations, but now I'm wanting to claim the unborn sparkling. I already lied to him that it's mine. Now, I want it to be and I keep it."

"Maybe we can sneak a grounding in Starscream so he stops getting sparked…"

"I suggested that to Scalpel, but he said he has to wait until after Starscream gives birth to do that, and for Bedlam to even let him be at his apartment between carryings."

"Can he speak?"

"Yeah… He's talking again. The overdose made him forget some things. He has trouble pronouncing some words so slurs a lot. But he's improving. He was able to talk to me when I visited this morning."

"What did he say?"

"'Help me… Kill me…'" Mayhem swallowed. "That just… It's bothering me. It never bothered me before. Not until now."

Brakelight chewed on his lower lip plate. "Did he say anything else?"

"He mostly just tried saying words that are still giving him trouble, like… Abomination. He says it as 'ahmosh.' Just bigger words like that he can't say."

"What about his walking?"

"He's unsteady, but he's managing. Scalpel said the-the stroke from the overdose just… It really hurt his brain module so he lost control of his body and forgot basic things like how to walk and talk. But he still remembers designations, his past, his current situation. He just forgot how to move his own body."

"Well, learning to use his body can be relearned. That's easier than to remember his history and life all over again."

Mayhem looked up at his friend. "He purred."

"Purred?"

"Yeah, when I saw him earlier he… He snuggled against me and purred." Mayhem faintly smiled. "He was actually cute."

Brakelight smiled. "Glad he's not entirely broken. Maybe this stroke will help because he'll be more trouble for Bedlam and the idiot will just sell him. Maybe Starscream should suffer another stroke…"

"Hate to say it, but maybe that is his best option."

"He's a fighter, but he's not going to last long if Bedlam keeps-Oh, morning there. Recharging late again, sillyhelm?"

Mayhem looked back and saw Hope looking out his partly open berthroom door, his little wing stubs perking, holding his datapad. He looked scared, having tried listening in, knowing they were talking about his carrier.

"Come here, sweetie." Brakelight gestured him over.

Hope hesitated, but obeyed. He slowly approached his owner, and Brakelight picked him up, placing him on a hip and kissing him on the cheekplates.

"You recharge well?"

Hope nodded, his arms wrapping around Brakelight's neck.

"Good. We were just about to get some energon. You want some?"

Hope slowly shook his helm.

"Alright. Later then."

"Can I hold him?" Mayhem asked.

"Yeah, sure."

The tank took the little jet and placed him on his lap. He smiled, hugging the small being.

"I can't wait until my sparklings are walking and talking. I want to hear them say 'I love you, sire.'" Mayhem smiled.

Hope did not smile. He looked away, coolant leaking from his optics.

"Oh, sparkling, what's wrong?" Brakelight anxiously inquired.

"I want carrier." Hope answered softly.

"I know, sparkling. I know. We're working on it. We are working on it."


Three Decacycles Later:

"Drink. Good Seeker."

Starscream swallowed the energon Bedlam had given him, knowing it had a small amount of circuit boosters in it. But, he had no choice. It was usually four times an orn he had to take the illegal drugs, and his body was starting to want more.

"Rest well, my slave." Bedlam smiled as he left the room.

Starscream sat on the floor, chained to the wall, exhausted and sore all over. He leaned against the wall, vented a sigh, and looked over at his creations. The twins were playing with their toys on the floor nearby, giggling and hugging each other.

"F-F-F-F-Freedummnnnn…." Starscream stuttered, still not fully recovered from the overdose. He swallowed, working on controlling his mouth. "J-J-Justice…. C-C-Come here…"

"Cuhrrier?" Freedom looked up at him.

"Y-Y-Yes, m-my loves…" He held his arms out to them.

The sparklings crawled over and clambered onto their carrier's lap. They hugged him, giggling, grabbing his faceplates, and trying to kiss him as he kissed them back. He faintly smiled, so proud that they were doing relatively well, all things considered. They would be saved by their sire before too long and go to a better place. Somewhere far away from their carrier.

He swallowed, not wanting to ever lose his sparklings, but sometimes a carrier had to make the hardest sacrifices for the best of their creations.

The small family lied on the floor, cuddled together, and fell into recharge for their mid orbital cycle nap. Something Starscream needed much of.

It was a joor later when the adult Seeker onlined feeling pain in his lower abdomen. He slowly sat up, recognizing the pain.

"M-Master!" He called out, his body jerking some.

Bedlam rolled his optics as he stood up, and stomped back into the berthroom. "What is it?"

"M-My sparkling i-is c-com-ming-g. C-can y-you c-c-c-c-c-call M-Mayhem?" Was the quiet reply.

"Fine, whatever… So long as I don't have to deal with it…" He grabbed his communicator and called the other tank. "Mayhem, get over here. It's urgent. Bye." He hung up, then left the berthroom.

Starscream hugged his creations close, feeling his body preparing for the sparkling coming out. It was going to be a slow labor, not fast like the twins had been. His body was going to have a harder time with this one.

It wasn't too long before Mayhem arrived with Scalpel in tow, the tank having called the doctor to come with him.

"I'm here, Star. It's going to be alright." The big Autobot said quickly as he got on the floor by the adult Seeker. "I'm here for you."

Starscream smiled at him, reaching out to him. The tank picked up the Seeker and helped him sit up, leaning back against him. Mayhem held Starscream's servos as he hugged him, their creations now sitting on the floor watching.

"The sparkling just now is beginning to move out of the gestation tank." Scalpel informed after checking the scan of the flier. "Go ahead and open your codpiece and keep your legs spread. I'm going to administer some pain dampeners."

"Th-th-this is th-the uhhhh, f-first t-time I-I-I-I-I-I had-d a-a d-do-doctor h-h-help m-m-m-m-m-me give birth-th." Starscream stuttered matter-of-factly, holding Mayhem's servos tightly, anxious for the oncoming pain. "I-i-i-it's exc-citing."

"Yeah, it is. This is my first time being with someone when they are in labor." Mayhem petted Starscream's helm. "And it's more exciting that it's you."

"B-b-but i-i-its n-n-noth-thing b-b-but scre-scre-screaming." Starscream then giggled.

Mayhem just smiled, stroking the Seeker's helm, letting it rest against his mid torso.

"Okay, lovebirds, the sparkling is about to begin to hurt this 'Con a hell lot." Scalpel grunted as he finished giving the Seeker pain dampeners.

"W-w-w-w-we a-aren't-t-t-t l-l-love-" He didn't get to finish before he hissed and grit his denta from the pain. "Ahhh! Son-of-a-whore!"

"Hey, didn't stutter there. I guess cussing makes you talk better." Mayhem smiled broadly.

"Ahhh! Arrrrgh!" Starscream scraped his peds against the floor, pushing back against the tank.

"I thought you said you gave him pain dampeners?"

"I did. He's just in a lot of pain." Scalpel grunted. "Cycle, Starscream. Alright…. Push."

Starscream did so, crying out from the pain. He squeezed Mayhem's servos tightly, almost crushingly. The large Autobot not once told him to cease, nor deter him from using him as something to curse at and threaten. Mayhem, while nervous, did everything he could to comfort the Seeker and help him. Even when the labor started to go wrong.

"He's leaking heavily." Scalpel announced suddenly.

"Wait, what?" Mayhem's optics widened some.

"Something tore. The sparkling is almost out."

"AhhhhAHHHHH!" Starscream arched his backstrut from the intense pain surging throughout his body, concentrated from his lower body.

"Shhh, we're here and we're going to help you."

"Hold him."

"Huh?"

"Hold. Him." Scalpel ordered firmly. "Do not let him move."

Mayhem grasped Starscream's wrists with one servo as the other tightly wrapped around the flier's body. Scalpel stretched his digits on his right servo, then reached inside of the Seeker. Starscream's optics widened before he shrieked in pain, scraping his thruster heels against the floor, struggling. Scalpel concentrated, then began to pull his servo out, slowly helping the sparkling.

"And… Sparkling is out." Scalpel announced once the little one finally fell out, limp and covered in gestation fluids and energon.

Starscream panted heavily, looking up at Mayhem as he calmed his systems. Mayhem smiled down at him, stroking his helm.

"You did well. I'm proud of you."

Starscream faintly smiled up at the tank before his optics widened. He sat up, wings perking, seeing Scalpel trying to bring his sparkling back to life. The Seeker quickly closed his plates and got on his knees beside the doctor, wanting to grab his sparkling and save the little one, but knowing it was best for a trained doctor to handle this.

Mayhem bit his lower lip plate as he watched, his spark sinking.

Scalpel kept pumping electrical shocks into the Seekerlet's limp body, and turning the tiny being over to get fluids out of the little one's mouth. Starscream chewed on his digit tips, feeling his spark breaking, not wanting to lose yet another.

Then, there was a whimper.

Starscream's wings shot up, leaning closer. The twisted limbs suddenly started to flutter rapidly when the little being began to cry, small arms moving.

"There." Scalpel sighed, lifting up the sparkling. "I'll need to scan him, but here's your sparkling. Congrats on the mechling, Starscream." He smiled.

Starscream took his son and held him close, purring his engine. The newest creation calmed down once in his carrier's arms, hearing that familiar engine purring, knowing who this was. The Alpha faintly smiled, stroking the small helm of his youngest.

Mayhem sat behind him, hesitated, then hugged the flier, looking over his shoulder. "That one is mine." He whispered into the Decepticon's audio receptor.

"Y-y-you c-c-can hav-ve him." Starscream's helm jerked to the side some, his maddening twitching worsening. "B-b-but y-y-y-y-you need t-to share."

"Getting better there in the speaking. And I will share."

"Wut's dish?" Freedom inquired as she managed to stand on her peds, holding her carrier's arm.

Justice was on the other side of his carrier, also curiously looking at his new sibling.

"Th-this is y-your b-b-b-brother." Starscream smiled.

"Dezignahtion?" Justice inquired curiously.

Starscream looked up at Mayhem, helm slightly jerking, his mouth a little open and glossa flicking, unable to control it properly still. Mayhem stroked the Seeker's helm, thinking.

"N-Noble o-or L-Liberty?"

"I like them both."

Starscream thought some more before speaking again. "D-Deliverance."

"That one?"

Starscream nodded.

"Deliverance it is."

Starscream fluttered his wings, allowing the tank to hold him closely. Scalpel made a sound as if to clear his vocalizer.

"Starscream, I need to check you. A lot of energon came out with the sparkling. And I need to scan you entirely to check on the progress of your self repairs for everything else."

Starscream slowly nodded, then handed Mayhem Deliverance. The tank took the tiny being, nervous about holding such a fragile thing. The Decepticon lied back down and allowed Scalpel to check over him, not fighting as the doctor touched him.

"Some internal leaking. Nothing too bad. And your spark is doing better. Let's check that vocalizer of yours."

Mayhem smiled as he cleaned off his new "son." May not be his biologically, but he would still love this one the same. Deliverance wasn't going to be normal, he already saw that. The little one had limbs too short, and his faceplates were off. The overdose and all the circuit boosters did have an effect on the Seekerlet, but only time would tell how much.


Almost a Decacycle Later:

"Go see your carrier." Brakelight smiled as he opened the bag.

Hope bolted out and ran into the berthroom, not having seen his carrier in several decacycles. He didn't even hesitate to go straight to his carrier and hug him tightly, his wings fluttering madly.

"H-h-hey, Hope." Starscream quietly greeted, a small smile on his faceplates.

"Hey, carrier." Hope nuzzled his olfactory sensor against his carrier's dirty faceplates, not caring about the smell or how filthy his carrier was. This was his carrier, and he loved him more than anything.

"Who's this?" Hope inquired, noticing his newest brother in his carrier's arms.

"D-D-D-D-D-Deliv-v-verance." Starscream's smile grew. "H-h-h-he i-i-is a-a d-dec-cacycle old-d."

"Can I hold him?"

Starscream nodded before carefully handing over the tiny being. Hope gingerly accepted the small mechling, his smile growing.

"H-h-h-how a-are y-you d-d-d-d-d-d-doing?" Starscream asked, his helm jerking some, shoulders and arms twitching.

Hope bit his lower lip plate, not liking how his carrier kept getting sicker each time he saw him. The physical damage on the Alpha's body, the scars, the dried energon, dried transfluid, dirt, the smell, the twitching, the inability to fully control all his motor skills, and the stuttering with the glossa he barely managed to keep inside his mouth, how it flicked and caused him to have constant mouth lubricant. The Seeker already was sick and going mad, but the stroke caused by the overdose… It nearly killed him and made him disabled, weak, and his immanent death nearer.

"I'm okay." Hope answered softly. "How are you?"

"I-I-I-I-I'm a-aliv-v-v-ve."

"Does the stuttering... Does it hurt?"

"N-n-no. J-just… H-h-h-hard t-to c-c-control m-my m-m-mouth. I-I-I s-still think-k the s-same, b-but the w-words don't come o-out e-easily. S-sometimes I-I can talk a-almost normal. B-but s-sometimes i-it's w-w-worse. I love you, H-Hope."

"Love you, too."

"I-I… Y-you've g-grown."

"Yeah…" Hope leaned into his carrier's chassis, listening to the sputtering jet engine, hearing how sick it was. "I miss you constantly. I miss hugging you, and kissing you, and telling you I love you."

"I-I-I miss that, t-too."

"I've been reading a lot, and learning about Cybertronian history, the Great War that you fought in, and playing my videogame a lot. I got new ones. And I've been watching a lot of TV, movies, and videos. Oh, and I petted a bird. I like birds. I want to fly like one."

They stayed together, holding each other close, talking and treasuring this time together. Starscream took more pictures of him with Hope, as well as all four of his sparklings together. His little family he loved and cherished more than anything.

Hope cried when he was finally forced to leave his carrier, Starscream and the twins also crying when they had to say their farewells.

Brakelight snuck Hope back to his apartment, and locked them both inside.

"I hope you were able to enjoy your time with your carrier." Brakelight commented as he put the bag away.

"Yeah…" Hope replied quietly, trudging to the couch.

Brakelight eyed him, biting his glossa as he thought. He then smirked. "Hey, Hope, wanna come in my berthroom? I want to show you something."

"Um, sure." Hope followed him into the room.

Brakelight closed the door behind them. "You've grown so much, Hope. And you're really brave and… so smart. I think it's time for you to take the next step in becoming a mech."

"I'm a sparkling… I won't be an adult for a long time." Hope raised an optical ridge as he looked up at the grounder.

"No, not that long. And you're thinking physically. Yes, our bodies take time to finish growing, but not our processors." He tapped the side of his helm for emphasize.

"Okay…"

"See, you are very mature and intelligent for someone your age." Brakelight crouched so he was better optic level with the Seekerlet. "And because of that, you are ready to do adult things."

"Like..?"

"Interface. I think now is the time for you to do it. But, the correct way. No pain, nothing bad."

Hope swallowed. "I… I'm not comfortable-"

"Of course you're not. It's because you never consented nor did it with someone who knew how to pleasure a younger person. When you touch your spike, it feels good, right?"

Hope nodded. "Yeah…"

"And when Bedlam made you interface your carrier, it kind of felt nice, too, right?"

Hope swallowed, but nodded.

"That's because your spike was being pleasured properly. You need to learn about how your valve should be pleasured. And that's why I'm here."

"I'm… Scared."

"And that's okay. We'll take it slow. Just follow my lead, do as I say, and you'll love it." His smile broadened. "Hop on the berth."

Hope hesitated, but anxiously did as commanded. Brakelight gently pushed him down onto his front, then climbed on the berth.

Hope bit his lower lip plate as he felt Brakelight pleasuring his codpiece, then reaching inside to pleasure his valve. It… did feel nice, but he was still uncomfortable about this.

"I'm going to reach in a little." Brakelight informed.

Hope's optics widened when Brakelight indeed pushed a digit inside his valve and sent electrical shocks.

"Ohhh! That feels… Weird."

"Ready for more?" Brakelight stroked a little wing, pleasuring it as well.

"I… guess…"

"I'll be gentle."

Brakelight removed his codpiece, his spike already hard. He positioned himself, and slowly, carefully entered the Seekerlet. Hope gasped, whimpered, and grasped at the berth. Brakelight stroked his backplates and wings, soothing him before beginning.

Hope whimpered, moaned, and cried a little throughout what was done to him, but it was nothing like what his sire had done. He actually did see at some points how someone might like this.

It wasn't long, the grounder never lasting long, and the Seekerlet jumped when the adult climaxed. He loudly moaned when Brakelight pulled out, and quickly closed his plates.

"You did great." Brakelight kissed Hope on the cheekplates. "I'm so proud of you."

Hope didn't say anything, just looked away, trying to understand all of this. Brakelight lifted the youngling's chin and kissed him on the lip plates, mouthing for a bit before breaking the kiss.

"I hope we can do more of that, Hope." He smiled. "Get some rest. You're an amazing youngling and I'm honored to be with you in this way."

Hope swallowed, then quickly climbed off the berth. He hesitated, feeling weird between the legs and a little stiff, but managed to walk out of the room. He quickly went to the washroom, wiped himself clean, then locked himself in his room. The Seekerlet climbed onto his berth, covered himself with his blanket, and pulled up his tablet. He onlined it, and searched for his carrier, finding pictures of the Air Commander from during the war. His amazing, fearsome, brave, incredible carrier.

Hope hugged the tablet with those pictures up, crying himself to recharge.


An Orn Later:

"Hey, my sparkling-carrier." Mayhem kissed the Seeker on the lip plates. "How are you?"

"I-I-I-I am f-f-f-fine." The flier faintly smiled, sitting on the floor, chained to the wall, holding Deliverance.

"Siyor! Wook!" Freedom held up a toy. "Dish one ish you!" she giggled.

"Aw, you're so sweet." Mayhem picked up his daughter and kissed her on the cheekplates. "And there is my other one." He picked up Justice, kissed him, and hugged them both. "Mmm! Sire loves you two more than anything. ANYTHING!" His massive smile dominated his less than charming faceplates when his creations hugged his neck and tried kissing him back. "I can't thank you enough, Starscream, for giving me these two. I actually, finally, was able to stop drinking because I want to make sure I'm the best sire for them. And this one," He set down the twins on his lap and picked up Deliverance. The little one had the brightest of blue optics, his faceplates still off, and having some trouble with moving his limbs, clearly having been effected by the circuit boosters and stroke. "May be disabled, probably, but I am ready to spend as much time at home, as much Shanix, and going to the best doctors as I can for him." He kissed and hugged Deliverance close before looking up at the ill Seeker. "Thank you, Starscream. I… You changed my life around."

"I-I-I-I j-just got s-s-sparked-d." Starscream smiled sheepishly.

"Yeah… But you still cared for them and fought to keep them alive despite that aft. And I'm going to save you and we raise our family together. I've actually… Okay, don't laugh, but I've been thinking about us moving somewhere remote so you can be free, just unseen by anyone. That way, you can live a normal life, just… Hidden away. And I'll go to work and provide for us. Or, we could do a frame swap. Get you a new body so you're not a Seeker. I don't know… I just want you to stay with me and we have more sparklings, and raise these."

"H-how many sps-parklings do you w-want?"

"I don't know… Five? Not too many."

"G-good, b-because I don't think I-I c-can carry that m-m-m-m-many."

"You are getting better with the stuttering."

"I-it's a process."

"Still. You're getting better."

Mayhem leaned forward and kissed Starscream on the lip plates. "Maybe I am falling for you. Maybe I just needed sparklings to see that."

Starscream swallowed, but didn't say anything. Mayhem vented a sigh.

"I'm sorry. I'm just being stupid again." He was silent a bit, studying the sparklings. "You're still beautiful…"

Starscream swallowed, biting his lower lip plate. He most certainly didn't love Mayhem, but… The tank had done so much for him and continued to help him. And he was his best hope of being free. He had to keep the tank liking him. He needed to play his manipulation game and keep this pawn in his clutches.

"I-I-I-I-I am not e-entirely o-opposed to the idea o-of being with y-you. B-but romantically… I-I-I need time."

Mayhem looked up at him, smiling faintly. "Take your time. I can wait. I just want you to be happy and to raise our creations together. Even the ones who aren't mine. I seriously love them so much, Starscream. I've never been this happy before. You've given me everything I ever dreamed about. A-and I need to repay you for it. Even if you don't love me back, the least I can do is give you a good home, protect you, and make you happy."

"I-I apprec-ciate it, M-Mayhem. I-I r-really do. M-maybe… M-maybe one o-orbital cycle th-things w-w-w-w-will be d-d-different bet-tween."

"I hope so." Mayhem kissed the Seeker again on the lip plates. "And maybe then… I can interface you and it not be rape."

Starscream looked away, whispering. "Maybe…"

Mayhem set aside the sparklings, scooted closer to the Decepticon, and pulled him onto his lap. He hugged him, smiling contently. Starscream leaned back into that broad chassis, watching his creations all hug, giggle, and play with the many toys their sire showered them with.

Maybe a life with Mayhem wouldn't be so bad. Although he didn't want to interface him, maybe once in awhile it might be just something nice to enjoy. It would be better than the constant rape, beatings, and being chained to a wall he went through currently…

Yes, maybe he could live that life. Live with someone who was suffering Lima Syndrome, have some more sparklings with him, occasionally interface, and recharge in his arms. Not the worst when he'll actually be able to fly, to feel the sun, to not be suffering like he was now.

He could definitely do that. He would do that! And maybe he will leave Mayhem at some point if he can't take it forever.

He was a survivor, after all.

Starscream purred his engine and pecked a kiss to Mayhem's cheekplates initiating the game he was best at: Luring people into a false sense of security and believing they had him wrapped around their digit, when it was he who was playing them like the pawns they were. And if he could get the mighty Megatron to be his glitch at times… This dumb brute shouldn't be too difficult.

"I think I might love you." Mayhem whispered.

"Don't r-rush." Starscream whispered back.

"I won't. I do love our creations. I will make sure they live the best life ever. I promise. They will never know pain nor sadness."

"I know y-you will. Thank you."

"No, thank you."

Starscream faintly smirked before kissing the tank on the lip plates, which the Autobot more than happily obliged to passionately kiss back.


Three Decacycles Later:

"You're sparked again?"

"I-I-I-I-I am o-over a d-d-d-d-deca-" Starscream yelled when Bedlam kicked him hard in the abdominal plates.

"Cuhrrier!" Freedom screamed, her and Justice nearby, and Deliverance in the crib, using the sides of it to stand.

"Why are you always sparked?! Argh!" Bedlam punched Starscream in the faceplates. "I am so fragging tired of this constantly happening!"

"I-I-I-I need a grounding, M-Master." Starscream weakly said, clutching his abdominal plating.

"No, you need an abortion." Bedlam went to his drawers, opened one, and pulled out circuit boosters. "I'm going to kill all of these fragging sparklings before they get out of you."

"Master, p-please, don't!"

But Bedlam didn't listen. He pinned down the Seeker and forced the circuit boosters down Starscream's throat. He then began to punch and kick Starscream in the abdominal plates, hitting so hard the Seeker purged all the circuit boosters and unprocessed fuel back up. Bedlam grabbed a metal rod and began to beat the Seeker with that, bludgeoning the poor creature until he was leaking heavily all over, unable to fight back.

The beating was so horrific that Starscream's sick, broken, and weak body couldn't take it. Starscream cried out in pain feeling the sparkling's spark dying, still connected to his own. Then, his body expelled the tiny protoform, along with energon, gestation fluids, and the Seeker even lost control of his own waste, that also flushing out of him.

Starscream cried, wailing in his pain and loss, his body suffering spasms from the brutality of the beating, how sick it was, and reaching the end of what it could endure.

Bedlam paced around the room, growling, grumbling, furious with everything and everyone. Starscream managed to sit up and pick up the protoform, seeing the deformed body. Even if the sparkling lived the little one probably would of died a stillborn or shortly after birth with how mutated the body was. The result of the drugs and abuse.

Starscream unsubspaced the box, placed his latest lost sparkling in with the others, and subspaced it. He purged his tank again, his sight blurry, feeling dizzy.

"We luhv ya, cuhrrier." Justice quietly said as he hugged his carrier, coolant leaking from his optics.

"Yeah, luhv ya." Freedom nodded as she also hugged her carrier.

"I-I love y-you two a-as well." Starscream weakly replied, hugging them back, noticing how they now had his energon on them.

Bedlam stomped back over, grasped the Seeker, forced him to stand, slammed the Seeker's front against the wall, and then pried open his codpiece. Starscream whimpered and moaned as he was raped, savagely taken by the Autobot. His twins hugged his legs, refusing to leave their carrier despite him being covered in his own waste, how filthy he was, the smell, everything. He was still their carrier, and they loved him.

"Useless, stupid, fragging, miserable slagsucker." Bedlam growled murderously as he thrust brutally into the Seeker, grasping Starscream's neck tightly. "I hate you."

Starscream swallowed, unable to fight back, just submitting.

Bedlam overloaded twice into the Seeker before pulling out and shoving the Decepticon back to the floor. He stomped to the drawers again and rummaged through one until he pulled out a vial of Syk. Starscream hugged his twins, soothing them, watching as the tank took the Syk, having started to use it more often lately. And this time he used a lot.

Starscream swallowed, knowing how Syk effected the minds of the larger mechs. Because they could take more of it due to their size, they didn't suffer any overdoses. No, they suffered from uncontrollable, murderous rage. During the war many soldiers would use this to their advantage, soldiers on both sides. And this Autobot was already angry.

Bedlam stood there, his back to the Seeker and sparklings, silent, unmoving. After a klik he turned around, his optics bright, narrowed, and nothing in them.

"I've had it with these sparklings." He growled ominously, deadly. "I'm not letting anymore live in my home! You shouldn't be breeding!" He roared, stomping over. "You are a Decepticon! Your kind must die! I hate you!"

Starscream shrunk back, pushing his sparklings behind him, grabbing Deliverance and doing the same with him. The three of them were crying, trembling, terrified of this monster, clinging to their carrier, their only protection.

But that wasn't enough.

"Argh!" Bedlam roared like a furious beast as he attacked.

Starscream, despite how weak and scared he was knew that Bedlam was going to kill. And even if he died, he would defend his creations.

The Seeker grabbed the tank and held him off, only to be beaten, punched, kicked, bitten, his helm slammed into the wall, his wings ripped off, and plates torn open.

"MASTER, PLEASE!" Starscream shrieked and begged as he was horrifically, sadistically attacked. "SEND THEM TO MAYHEM! DON'T KILL THEM! LET MAYHEM TAKE THEM! PLEASE! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHHHHHH! DON'T! AIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! LET MAYHEM HAVE THEM! AHHHHHHHH! MAYHEM! PLEASE, HELP US! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

All he could do was scream and beg, praying that Mayhem would be there early for his daily visit.

But he wasn't.

Master grasped Freedom and threw her across the room before grabbing Deliverance. He slammed the sparkling against the floor, then stomped on him repeatedly. Starscream screamed, pulling at his chain, weak and leaking profusely, but still desperate to save his creations.

Bedlam ceased once Deliverance was silent, and his body severely flattened. He unsubspaced his pistol, aimed it, and began to shoot Freedom repeatedly where she lied on the floor crying.

"STOP! PLEASE! MY SPARKLING! NOOOOOOO!" Starscream shrieked and begged, his vocalizer on the fritz, about to break from how hard he was screaming.

Bedlam continued shooting the Seekerlet even after she stopped making sound, her tiny body now riddled in bullet holes, several to her helm. He turned to a petrified Justice who had leaked all his waste, optics wide, unable to move. He held his gun up, but Starscream got between it and his son.

"P-PLEASE! He begged, sobbing so hard, coolant heavily leaking from his optics. "PLEASE! LET MAYHEM TAKE HIM!"

But Bedlam wouldn't listen. He opened fire and shot the Seeker several times, then pushed him aside and shot at Justice. The little grounder screamed and cried as he was yanked up, shot in the helm, then… Bedlam bit off his helm. He chewed, spat it out, and took several more bites out of the limp body, swallowing some of it and spitting out the rest.

He threw down Justice's remains beside the wailing carrier, then picked up Freedom's body, and threw it at the wall over Starscream, causing her to land on top of her carrier. He then walked out of the room, covered in the energon of the sparklings and their carrier, and sat on the couch, turned on the TV, and watched it like nothing had just transpired.

Starscream screamed and bawled so hard he couldn't cycle air. He pulled the broken bodies of his sparklings over to him, his coolant dripping down on them as he had to rearrange their body parts. He had to scrape off Deliverance's body from the floor, and use a metal rod to reach Justice's decapitated helm. But he got as much of them as he could back.

He hugged their remains, screaming, crying, everything lost…

If only Master would kill him already.


Mayhem excitedly stood outside the door, holding toys, energon, goodies, some movies, and games for the sparklings and their carrier. He couldn't wait to see his precious sparklings again, hug them, take more pictures with them, hear them say they loved him, and kiss their carrier! He even had started to prepare a room in his apartment for them, now since the twins were almost old enough to not need their carrier's weakened energon or constant care. He had painted the walls red since that was Starscream's favorite color, and had built toy boxes, little small berths, gotten furniture, everything for them! He even was figuring out his schedule to ensure he would be with them as much as possible, and looking into possible jobs he could take so he would work from home instead.

He would be the best sire ever and soon the best mate to his creations' sparkling-carrier. Yes, he could be responsible, loving, and restart his life. And his own creators in the afterlife would be so proud of him!

"Hey, Bedlam, I'm here to-" He stopped, noticing how Bedlam's optics were… off and he was covered in so much energon. "What did you do?"

"I did Starscream. Heh." He snickered, still high. "And repainted my walls with energon."

Mayhem knew something was off. More off than normal. He pushed past the other Autobot and quickly went into the berthroom. His spark fell with what he saw, and everything he held dropped to the floor, shattering and scattering everywhere.

The emotion he felt… He had never felt it before. But it burned through his entire body. It engulfed him like a tidal wave, crashing down on him with the force of being struck by a speeding train. And for the first time since he had been but a sparkling, his optics welled up with coolant, his knees gave out, and he screamed, falling to the floor.

Starscream looked up at him, exhausted from the beating, the fight, his crying, everything… He still held the broken bodies of his precious sparklings, their energon now dried over his arms, thighs, and torso. What was left of them mangled, broken, cold, and barely recognizable.

Mayhem crawled over and hugged the Seeker, bawling uncontrollably, clutching the frail creature with powerful arms that trembled. Starscream didn't react, almost not even in this world, his spark no more. Nothing else mattered. And his future with Mayhem? That was gone now, too.

"W-what-?" Mayhem choked out between sobs, unable to finish.

"He killed them… H-he… He k-k-killed them without m-mercy nor hesitation." Starscream slowly, quietly, tiredly answered, his vocalizer unable to get any louder.

"Why?"

"I… I was sparked again… So he attacked me… Then th-them… He k-killed all four of them…" Starscream looked up at Mayhem. "Please… Kill me. I have nothing left. Protect Hope."

Mayhem slowly shook his helm, not wanting to lose Starscream, even if he no longer had living creations with him. The Autobot looked down at his creations and his adopted son, gently touching their broken bodies for the last time, remembering how they had smiled, how they had always hugged him and told him they loved him. Their innocence, their laughter, their curiosity, how they loved him despite who he was, their perfection… His beautiful, amazing, wonderful, beautiful creations who he was willing to die for.

Who he failed to protect from an absolute monster. A monster who killed them for the sole purpose of just doing it.

His optics narrowed, the pain, the sadness, the loss now being replaced with fury, with unadulterated rage and the need to murder. He clenched his jaws, tightened his servos into fists, and his trembles turned into unholy shakes of pure hatred.

"I'll kill him." He growled.

"Kill us both."

Mayhem lifted Starscream's chin and kissed him on the lip plates before standing and storming out of the room. Starscream watched him leave, then unsubspaced the box, wrapped his sparklings' bodies in towels, and placed them inside, before subspacing the box once more.

"Why did you kill them!?" Mayhem roared, stomping over to the other Autobot who was sitting on the couch.

"Kill? Oh, the brats." Bedlam squinted as he thought, then shrugged. "I don't know."

"You murdered my creations!"

"What you gonna do? Go cry to Optimus?" Bedlam smugly smirked. "Or perhaps beg Prowl to arrest me? Yeah, and get your own dumb aft thrown in j-"

Bedlam didn't finish for Mayhem lunged forward and punched him in the faceplates. Bedlam's optics widened, not expecting that. Nor did he expect the small table by the couch to suddenly be smashed across his faceplates.

"I'll kill you!"

Bedlam's optics narrowed as he caught Mayhem's fists. "Not if I kill you first." He growled.

Suddenly, Bedlam leaped up and slammed Mayhem to the ground. Mayhem kicked Bedlam in the abdomen, leaped to his peds, yanked the vid screen off the stand, and smashed it onto Bedlam's helm. He rained down furious rapid punches to Bedlam's torso and faceplates, all his rage, his hurt, his loss overpowering him.

Bedlam punched back, grabbing whatever was in reach and using it to strike his former friend. Mayhem slammed the other Autobot onto the table so hard the table broke in half. He yanked Bedlam up by the shoulders and threw him into the wall, making a Bedlam shaped hole.

The two tanks punched, kicked, bit, and smashed all the furniture and everything in the main room of the apartment as they fought, only blind hatred and the intent to murder the other engulfing their processors.

Mayhem started to win, pinning Bedlam to the ground as he sat on him, raining down furious punches to his faceplates. Bedlam finally decided he had enough of this when he realized he was losing.

He opened a subspace pocket, pulled out his gun, and fired twice. Mayhem's optics widened, feeling pain surging from his lower body. He noticed his servo was already clutching there, and he slowly moved it to see energon gushing out of his side. He looked up in time to see Bedlam fire again.

Mayhem leaped off him, energon heavily leaking from his neck where he had been shot. He tried grabbing the gun, but Bedlam continued firing, most of the bullets hitting their mark.

Mayhem had no choice but to flee the apartment, multiple bullet holes causing him to lose massive amounts of energon. He needed to get to a doctor, needed to make it. He couldn't grab Starscream, he didn't have the time to remove those chains, not when he was being shot at.

So, he had to leave him to save himself. But he would return.

Bedlam lowered the gun once Mayhem was gone, leaving a trail of energon behind. He just stood there for a klik, thinking, then smiled. He walked into the berthroom and went straight to the Seeker.

"Come here. I'm horny." He laughed, grasping the Decepticon, yanking him up, forcing the slave's codpiece open, and having at the carrier who had lost everything.

Starscream didn't speak, didn't fight, just allowed it all to happen. The following three overloads, the flogging, and then being left hogtied to the wall, left in his own waste, energon, and the energon of his murdered creations.


"Want more cake?"

"Yes!" Hope jumped over, wings fluttering as he hugged the grounder's leg excitedly.

Brakelight snorted a snicker. "Of course you do, sillyhelm. Here you go." He handed him a plate with another slice of cake on it.

"Thank you!" Hope ran off with it, hopped on the couch, and began to eat his yummy treat.

Brakelight was putting the cake away when there was pounding on his door. He raised an optical ridge before approaching and looking through the peep hole.

"It's Mayhem." He then unlocked the door and opened it. "Wasn't expecting you-What the hell?!"

Mayhem managed only a few steps inside before he collapsed, energon quickly puddling underneath him. Brakelight closed the door before rushing to his friend.

"Mayhem! What happened?!" He exclaimed frantically as he assessed the damage.

"Bedlam… He killed my sparklings!" Mayhem cried, coolant pouring from his optics, remembering their ripped apart bodies. "H-he killed them and I tried to kill him, but he shot me! I-I had to leave Starscream, I-"

"Is Bedlam still at his apartment?"

"Y-yes."

"I'm calling the others. We'll check on him." Brakelight ran to grab his communicator.

Hope swallowed, feeling sick, seeing Destiny die before him. "H-he killed them?" He was barely audible, his neck cables tight.

"Scalpel, you need to rush to Bedlam's apartment. Starscream needs your attention. Take Salvo with you. Bedlam attacked Mayhem. I am going to call Shock and have him help me with Mayhem." He paused, talking on his communicator. "He was shot multiple times. I think I can handle it. Not my first time applying first aid to bullet wounds. Come by when you are able to. Be careful." He hung up, then ran to grab his medkit.

Mayhem lied on his back, engine quieting as he calmed down from fleeing his assailant. Brakelight returned and went to work closing fuel lines and sealing up the worst of the bullet holes. It was almost a breem into Brakelight working on Mayhem that the tank began to sob, covering his faceplates with a servo.

"They're gone." He choked out. "My sparklings are gone…" He swallowed, looking up at the ceiling, letting the coolant trail down his temples. "My beautiful sparklings… I-I almost finished their berthroom… I only had a few things left to do… I sent in my application f-for that work-at-home job… I e-even was looking into getting them a puppy… I stopped drinking… I saved so much for them…" More coolant pooled in his optics. "And now they're gone. My little sparklings…"

"Mayhem…" Brakelight said softly, looking down at him, not knowing what to say.

Mayhem continued, slowly shaking his helm some. "J-Justice's helm was detached from his body. He was torn apart. Freedom… Her organs were outside her body… She… She was…" He shook his helm again. "And Deliverance… He was flat and misshapen. They… They didn't look like my sparklings…" He was silent a bit before going on. "Why didn't I get them sooner? Why didn't I take them from his apartment orns ago? Why didn't I save them? I failed them. I should of known after what he did to Destiny." He paused. "Why didn't I kill him when I had the chance?"

"Killing Bedlam would only get you thrown in jail. We can't have that." Brakelight said firmly.

"But I lost my sparklings! If I… If I had killed him and gone to jail they would still be alive, just not with me. And it's better they are alive even if not with their sire."

"They would be locked up with their carrier. I highly doubt Starscream would be allowed to roam free…"

Mayhem remained quiet, staring at the ceiling. Then, he resumed his sobs, wailing into his servos.

Hope slid off the couch, coolant leaking from his own optics. He hugged Mayhem and cried into the tank's chassis. The Autobot hugged the Seekerlet back, together in their mourning.


"Open up, Bedlam!" Scalpel slammed his fist into the door several times. "I heard what happened! Let me see to Starscream's injuries!"

"This is a bad idea." Salvo anxiously commented.

"Shut up."

The door opened to Bedlam standing there, gun in servo. "Did Mayhem go to you?" He grunted.

Scalpel eyed the gun, then looked at Bedlam. "Put that away, idiot." He then shoved past him. "If you shoot us the brass will be down your throat in no time."

"I shot Mayhem." Bedlam shrugged, watching the two other Autobots go deeper into his apartment. "What makes you so sure I won't shoot you?"

"I am a doctor. I have appointments tomorrow. If I miss them because I'm dead, you are in deep slag." Scalpel marched into the berthroom pausing at the sight of the sickly Seeker. "If you want to kill your slave, you're doing it right." He grumbled.

"Hurry up and get out. I have things I want to do." The tank grumpily grunted.

Scalpel got on the floor beside Starscream, seeing how damaged and filthy the once noble, majestic beast was. Starscream didn't respond, didn't online his optics, just lied there, cycling air heavily, but slowly. Scalpel gingerly touched the Seeker's helm, eliciting a startled onlining of the broken creature.

"Shhh, it's just me, Starscream. Just Scalpel. I'm going to repair you." The doctor gently soothed him, before opening his subspace pocket and retrieving his equipment.

Starscream's optics slowly offlined again, his cycling returning to what it had been, only a little faster now. Scalpel petted the Seeker's helm, then went to work. Salvo was there beside the doctor, helping him repair the damage to the flier's body, pump more energon into him, and perform a minor surgery to repair internal damage.

Starscream didn't speak, move, nor acknowledge any of it. Just lied there, cycling air, his optics offline. His spark too broken to bother with living anymore.

It took a couple of joors, but the Autobots repaired the Seeker best they could. Scalpel finished putting his equipment away, then petted the Seeker's helm one last time.

"Rest. I will come again soon and check on you."

Starscream finally looked up at him. "Please… Kill me." He whispered.

Scalpel eyed him. "I may repair you, but that doesn't mean I care for you."

With that said, Scalpel stood and walked out of the berthroom. Salvo hesitated, watching the poor thing chained to the wall.

"I'm sorry, Starscream. They're in a better place." He said quietly. "I truly am sorry. We'll save you."

"Get out." Bedlam ordered as he pressed the barrel of the gun to the back of Salvo's helm.

"Seriously?" Salvo rolled his optics. "You are insane…"

Master chased them out with his gun always aimed at them, forcing them out the door.

"Stop beating him, Bedlam. He won't live if you keep treating him like that." Scalpel strictly advised.

"I'll do with my property as I please. Tell Mayhem I ate part of his son and it tasted great." Bedlam smirked before shutting and locking the door.

Salvo's optics widened. "He's absolutely mad."

"Eh, most of us are." Scalpel shrugged, walking away.

Salvo swallowed, then followed the doctor.

Bedlam subspaced his gun as he entered the berthroom. He stood there, watching his slave lying on the floor, unresponsive. He smiled, feeling horny just looking at that brutalized being.

The tank stomped over, unchained the Seeker, yanked him up, and slammed him onto the berth. It didn't take long for him to pry open Starscream's codpiece and penetrate the defeated enemy. Starscream softly moaned and whimpered, unable to remain quiet as he was raped.

Bedlam grasped the Seeker's neck with one servo, his other holding Starscream's waist. He smiled wickedly as he watched the Seeker beneath him, thrusting savagely into the smaller being, seeing the pain in those miserable optics.

Those crimson, glowing optics…

"Hey, look at me." Bedlam said it gently. Starscream didn't, still looking away, the will to live gone from those once fearsome optics. Bedlam narrowed his cerulean ones. "Look at me." He growled, but still nothing. "Hey! Look at me!" He grasped the Seeker's chin and forced him to look at him.

Starscream barely did so, nothing in his optics. Just dimply glowing visual sensors. His spark, his life, now gone. Bedlam slapped Starscream's faceplates hard, but not even that changed the Seeker's optics.

"Are you upset that I killed the brats?" Bedlam grunted, momentarily ceasing his thrusting. "Are you mad at me?" Still nothing. "Answer me!" He slapped Starscream again, and again the Seeker didn't react, didn't move, didn't make a sound. Bedlam snarled. "Stupid Seeker. When I ask you a question you answer me. You're all crying and upset that I killed them and shot your mechfriend? Hey!" He slapped him again. "You being a big sparkling because I stomped and shot your little brats? Just like I killed that other brat of yours, Destiny? Stupid designations…" He paused, noticing how coolant was now pooling in the Seeker's optics. "And now you start crying all over again… You are the weakest, most pathetic, and lamest Decepticons ever. How did you ever become a first lieutenant? Whiny glitch crying over the stupid brats I enjoyed killing." He chuckled, seeing pain and sadness now filling those void optics. "Aw, that upset you more, did it? Yeah, how about when I fragged Hope? Huh? And made him suck my spike. I made him do that a lot. Made him do that since you were carrying those damn twins. And when you were recharging I had fun with him. Kind of sad I sold him, but I prefer Shanix over useless brats. Yeah… If it was still here I would frag it. I would frag it hard."

Starscream's optics narrowed, hatred filling them as coolant continued to leak out. Master's optics only narrowed as well.

"You angry with me, glitch? You think you can just be angry and all disrespectful with me?" Bedlam glared at the Seeker, seeing the remnants of the once proud Decepticon Second returning, even briefly, to those blood red optics. And he hated it. He despised the defiance of this beast who refused to be tamed. He would have no more of it. "I'm going to break you once and for all. Starting by removing that defiance from your face."

Bedlam suddenly grasped Starscream's face and pushed his thumbs into Starscream's optics. The Seeker cried out, grabbing the tank's wrists and fighting back, but he was too weak. Bedlam pushed as hard as he could until the protective cover of the optics cracked. He leaned all his weight into it until they broke.

"AHHHHHHHH!" Starscream shrieked as his optics were gouged out, kicking, squirming, desperately trying to be free as everything went dark.

Bedlam removed a servo to unsubspace a knife, always carrying weapons on him due to the unpredictability of the Decepticon after that one fight. Sadistically, cruelly, he began to carve out Starscream's optics, ignoring the screams and struggling of the being beneath him. He pulled out the left optic first, followed by the right, admiring his sadistic work.

"Not bad." He smiled, looking at the optics he held.

Starscream covered his faceplates, crying from the pain, energon gushing from his now empty optical sockets. His HUD no longer visible to him, unable to see all that was happening with his body anymore, only able to pick up certain readings sent directly to his processor.

Bedlam subspaced his trophies, prepared to resume his humping, but then noticed the shrieking. He vented a sigh.

"Shut up."

But Starscream didn't, crying, no more coolant, only energon.

"You know, I always hated your vocalizer and your stupid stuttering you've been doing."

With that said, he took his knife again, grasped the Seeker's face, forced his helm up, and stabbed Starscream in the neck. The Decepticon kicked, shrieking as he struggled, but soon the shrieking became static, and the static became silence.

Bedlam extracted parts of the vocalizer he had cut apart, all too pleased with himself.

"Nice." He subspaced the destroyed vocalizer. "Now, where were we?"

He resumed his thrusts, ignoring the silent screams of his slave, the energon leaking out of the empty sockets as if he was still crying tears.

No optics, no vocalizer, no sparklings, no hope, no mates, no freedom, no dignity, no spark, no will to live.

There was no point. There was no reason to live. He wanted and needed death. This… This wasn't worth continuing to fight on anymore. Please, death… Take him… Free him from this perpetual torture, misery, pain, and unimaginable hell.


Don't persecute me...

Nearing SO CLOSE to the end! Woot!

An overdose doesn't always kill a person, but it can cause a stroke. And strokes can cause minor to major damage that may or may not be permanent. Stroke symptoms can be memory loss of old or newer memories, loss of mobility such as losing the ability to walk, write, etc. and even losing the ability to talk, stuttering, etc. Starscream is suffering from stuttering, some memory loss, and inability to walk. And without getting proper medical care he won't be able to heal, if at all.

I also wanted to point out I did not write in detail the full rape of Hope. I never go into too much detail in underage sex scenes because it is an under aged person, because I don't want anyone masturbating to a child being raped (I do know some people masturbate to my fics as I found out from some open readers... Not sure if that's a compliment or not... I don't write these for people to get off on, but rather to educate and because I like writing stories), and I don't want people to get ANY satisfaction of reading such things.

Despite the lies the cyberbullies attacking me are spreading, I am not a bad person, and I will NEVER promote pedophilia. I will educate about it just as I do ANY topic. And if educating about this topic means writing about it, I will. But not so you enjoy it.

In slaughterhouses, factory farms, fur farms, etc. animals are scared and beaten so much that going into labor regardless the stage of development is common. About a third of all animals sent to slaughterhouses are pregnant, and the mothers are often so terrified they give birth on the kill floor or on the way to slaughter. Newly born pigs and cows fall off slaughterhouse trucks all the time. And in other animal cruelty industries animals often times give premature birth from their fear and sadistic beatings.

Peeing and shitting yourself is also common when so terrified and/or beaten so horribly. Animals are always shitting and pissing themselves in slaughterhouses, factory farms, etc. As well as living in their own excrement due tot he horrible conditions, and when dying the body releases all excrement. If you eat animal products there's feces and urine in ALL meat, dairy, and eggs due to it being released into the body from death and mistreatment. Plus, the FDA allows so much puss, feces, urine, etc. to remain in animal products. They don't bother to remove it all, and they can't remove it all anyway.

We have seen that Syk does cause people to go into a murderous rage in the IDW G1 comics. In the "More Than Meets the Eye" series, one of The Scavengers told how he ran into The Wreckers. Krok said that Roadbuster was using Syk, was in a murderous rage, and made his friend Radar eat his own spine after ripping it out of him. Issue #45, page 8.

Mayhem is such a good, loving daddy. Sad he won't have his babies now. :(

I know ya'll hate me. Your hatred and tears fuel me. MWUAHAHAHA! :)

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