Are you there? I'm getting lonely.
"Shut up. I don't care if you're lonely," I replied.
Looks like someone woke up in a grumpy mood.
"I don't need your dumb opinion," I grumbled.
I know you are lonely.
"You don't know, you're supposed to be dead. So shut you dead trap," I responded.
You need me, and you know it.
"I don't need help from a dead person," I said.
Really? I can help you bring back your mother, Amethyst.
"SHUT UP ALREADY! I DON'T NEED YOUR STINKING HELP AND YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MOTHER!" I shouted.
The door to my room opened and I froze. Ratchet's grumpy face poked through the doorway.
"Who are you talking to, Bluedragon?" he asked.
"No one," I replied.
Ratchet glanced at me suspiciously. I stared at him.
"It certainly sounded like you were talking to someone," Ratchet stated.
"I wasn't talking to anybody, Ratchet," I said.
"Look Bluedragon, just because you joined us doesn't mean we trust you," Ratchet warned.
"Just because I'm a former decepticon doesn't mean I am evil. Fudgescones, what is wrong you?" I replied.
Ratchet growled. He glowered at me, but I just ignored him. At the same time, I was also ignoring the voice in my head. The voice was trying to convince me to knock Ratchet out cold and cut his head off.
I know you don't like him. I don't like him either. Just knock him out and cut his head off.
I ignored the voice.
Okay, ignore the last part. Though I still prefer you knock him out.
That was it.
"Shut up!" I yelled.
Ratchet looked at me like I was crazy.
"Are you feeling all right?" Ratchet asked.
I blinked at him and looked away. Ratchet looked at me, sighing in annoyance, he walked over to me. He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of my bed.
"I'm going to do a scan of your neuro systems," Ratchet explained.
"You don't need to drag me out of my room. I can walk," I replied.
I pulled free from his grasp and walked next to the medic. As we walked side by side in silence, Unicron decided to come up with a bunch of 'great' ideas for getting Ratchet to leave me alone. I sighed internally as I thought of ways to shut that stupid voice in my head.
You can grab that wrench and whack him on the head. That should be an awesome way to shut him up. Oh! Scratch out what I said earlier and grab that lobbing ball, and throw it at him! That would be nice! Oh, wait, never mind what I said earlier! Grab that tazer and electrocute him! It would be fun to watch him laying on the ground twitching!
Yup, that stupid voice seriously needs to go. I bumped into Ratchet when I was thinking of ways to shut the voice up. Ratchet glowered at me and I just rolled my eyes. Ratchet motioned for me to lie down on the medical berth. I did as I was told and lay down. Ratchet scanned my head with his medical scanner.
"All systems are fine… what is this?!" asked Ratchet.
"What?" I asked.
Ratchet ignored me and plugged his readings into the mainframe. I sat up and looked over his shoulder.
"Why is there this weird signal in your head? It looks almost like a comm link signal but its not," stated Ratchet.
"Well… there has been this stupid voice that has been giving 'wonderful' ideas for knocking you out and claims itself to be Unicorn," I said sarcastically.
HEY! I'M NOT A HORSE WITH A HORN ON MY FOREHEAD!
Ratchet gave me an incredulous look.
"Unicorn?" Ratchet asked.
"Fine. It's Unicron," I said.
Thank you. I'm not a weird horse that lives on a rainbow, thank you very much.
"Unicron? Really? He's dead for like eons, and you tell me he's somehow mentally communicating with you?" Ratchet snorted.
I sighed. I knew that autobot medic won't believe me. Even if the evidence is sitting on his scanner and on the mainframe screen. I just shrugged and went back to my room. As soon as I plopped down, Unicron decided to start annoying me.
I'm bored. It's not fun when no one knows I'm still alive, well… besides an overly sarcastic femme.
"Then why don't you skidadle out of my mind and bother some other poor bot and leave me in peace," I replied.
Well… for you information, little miss know-it-all, I can only communicate with my descendants. And since there is only one descendants…
"Just shut up! Just go! Dead bots are meant to stay silent and they WILL stay silent! Unlike you, you idiotic rust bucket!" I yelled.
Then I put on really loud classical music and started to reading through the data pads that Bumblebee got for me. Letting the voice sulk and leave me alone. Finally, some peace and quiet...
Sorry for the long wait… I was halfway through with this chapter and then writer's block decided to retaliate. Screw writer's block. So I hope you enjoyed this chapter and let me know what you think of the story so far in the review. Thanks! :)
~DragonFlameShuriken