Tragedy strikes
Duo went to the best bar in the best part of Cyber City. He received some ugly glares as he walked through the double doors, but chose to ignore them because now he had the mightiest Autobot behind him.
He stepped over to the bar and ordered one of his favorites.
The bartender didn't want any trouble so at first he hesitated, but he was quite fond of cash so after a few seconds of indecision he poured Duo a drink.
Duo turned around and faced the crowd. After scanning the room he found that he didn't know a single one in there. He was all alone, there was no Amshean doctor nor anybody else in there to stand up for him if he should happen to get into trouble. Suddenly he felt a little bit scared, but if he didn't start standing up for himself and stop taking crap from others he would never ever reach the same class as Optimus Prime and his proud group of Autobots.
Imagine that, he, Duo, had talked to THE Optimus Prime, the biggest, greatest, toughest, kindest and best Autobot of all times. Poor, unworthy Duo had talked to the GOD! He was even greater than his reputation, Prime was. At least so thought Duo.
He sat down at the bar with a huge smile on his face. Maybe things would work out for the best after all. It couldn't get any worse, right?
WRONG!
"What the hell are you smiling about, you ugly, transsexual piece of shit?"
Instantly Duo looked up and saw the Transformer from a few evenings before and he felt everything inside him tighten from fear, but this time he had decided he wouldn't yield. However his smile disappeared.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I don't want any trouble," said the bartender, but the other Transformer ignored him.
"I asked you a question."
"Nothing," muttered Duo.
"Nothing, eh? Oh, I think there's something. I think you were smiling at me. So, you think I'm funny, do you?"
"No, sir." Duo's voice remained steady although everything inside him was screaming with fear.
"Oh, then why were you smiling? Were you perhaps trying to flirt with me? I don't like your kind and people like you make me sick."
"I wasn't trying to flirt with you, sir. The reason for me smiling is my own and I don't feel like sharing just now." God, what had he just said?
The Transformer's smile shone malevolently, but because Duo was looking down he didn't see it. "Of course," he said with a smile and placed a hand on Duo's shoulder. "Don't you mind that, I tend to get a little overeager at times. Come, let me buy you a drink." He led Duo to a group of other Transformers and all but pushed him down onto a chair.
Duo thought he had made himself a new friend and after a while he relaxed and started talking and laughing with the other Transformers. After a few drinks he started to feel his head spinning and he rose to his feet in the intention of leaving the bar, but he was roughly forced back down.
"What's the matter, sport? You're not leaving already, are you? The party is just getting started."
"I have to get back, I have to get up early to go to work in the morning."
"What do you do for a living, then?"
"I am Rodimus Prime's assistant."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I really have to go." Duo once again rose to his feet.
This time the yellow Transformer also rose to his feet.
Duo felt that he tightened again with fear.
"What's the matter, don't like us anymore, girlieboy?"
Duo wanted to tell them he was no girlieboy, but he froze completely.
"You know how used I feel now?" The Transformer turned to the others. "Let's show this girlieboy what we do to people who uses us."
The rest of the Transformers rose to their feet and grabbed a hold of Duo, dragging him with them outside.
The next thing he knew was that his head was bashed against a building standing oposite the bar. He tried to get up, but was kicked in the midsection so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. Then someone else kicked him in the head. They started hitting and kicking Duo til everything turned black for the poor Autobot.
***
The next morning a bashed up Duo was found by Trailbreaker, who hurried to get help.
Duo was rushed to the closest MedBay to patch him back together.
"Where did you find him?" asked First Aid and stared at the knocked out Autobot.
"Believe it or not," muttered Trailbreaker. "I found him outside the best bar in town."
"What is this place coming to?" muttered First Aid just as Rodimus rushed though the door, followed by Ratchet, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.
"We'll take it from here," said Rodimus as if nothing had happened.
"I'm afraid not." First Aid replied in the same manner as Rodimus. "Optimus Prime has already been notified about this and he has decided to handle the matter personally. Now," he said and looked up at the second in command. "Could you please leave my MedBay, I have an operation to perform."
Rodimus stormed out of there, but Ratchet stayed behind.
"Do you need my assistance?"
First Aid stared down at the unconscious Autobot who had lost more than one limb before he turned his attention to Ratchet. "What do you think?"
The two Autobots started working on the third just after Trailbreaker had left the room. However, Ratchet had a hidden agenda for wanting to assist First Aid on helping patch Duo back together. While the other Autobot worked on getting Duo's right leg back in place Ratchet did something he really was against; he reprogrammed Duo.
When the other Autobot would wake up he would be able to feel love.
Duo went to the best bar in the best part of Cyber City. He received some ugly glares as he walked through the double doors, but chose to ignore them because now he had the mightiest Autobot behind him.
He stepped over to the bar and ordered one of his favorites.
The bartender didn't want any trouble so at first he hesitated, but he was quite fond of cash so after a few seconds of indecision he poured Duo a drink.
Duo turned around and faced the crowd. After scanning the room he found that he didn't know a single one in there. He was all alone, there was no Amshean doctor nor anybody else in there to stand up for him if he should happen to get into trouble. Suddenly he felt a little bit scared, but if he didn't start standing up for himself and stop taking crap from others he would never ever reach the same class as Optimus Prime and his proud group of Autobots.
Imagine that, he, Duo, had talked to THE Optimus Prime, the biggest, greatest, toughest, kindest and best Autobot of all times. Poor, unworthy Duo had talked to the GOD! He was even greater than his reputation, Prime was. At least so thought Duo.
He sat down at the bar with a huge smile on his face. Maybe things would work out for the best after all. It couldn't get any worse, right?
WRONG!
"What the hell are you smiling about, you ugly, transsexual piece of shit?"
Instantly Duo looked up and saw the Transformer from a few evenings before and he felt everything inside him tighten from fear, but this time he had decided he wouldn't yield. However his smile disappeared.
"Didn't you hear what I said?"
"I don't want any trouble," said the bartender, but the other Transformer ignored him.
"I asked you a question."
"Nothing," muttered Duo.
"Nothing, eh? Oh, I think there's something. I think you were smiling at me. So, you think I'm funny, do you?"
"No, sir." Duo's voice remained steady although everything inside him was screaming with fear.
"Oh, then why were you smiling? Were you perhaps trying to flirt with me? I don't like your kind and people like you make me sick."
"I wasn't trying to flirt with you, sir. The reason for me smiling is my own and I don't feel like sharing just now." God, what had he just said?
The Transformer's smile shone malevolently, but because Duo was looking down he didn't see it. "Of course," he said with a smile and placed a hand on Duo's shoulder. "Don't you mind that, I tend to get a little overeager at times. Come, let me buy you a drink." He led Duo to a group of other Transformers and all but pushed him down onto a chair.
Duo thought he had made himself a new friend and after a while he relaxed and started talking and laughing with the other Transformers. After a few drinks he started to feel his head spinning and he rose to his feet in the intention of leaving the bar, but he was roughly forced back down.
"What's the matter, sport? You're not leaving already, are you? The party is just getting started."
"I have to get back, I have to get up early to go to work in the morning."
"What do you do for a living, then?"
"I am Rodimus Prime's assistant."
"Really?"
"Yes, and I really have to go." Duo once again rose to his feet.
This time the yellow Transformer also rose to his feet.
Duo felt that he tightened again with fear.
"What's the matter, don't like us anymore, girlieboy?"
Duo wanted to tell them he was no girlieboy, but he froze completely.
"You know how used I feel now?" The Transformer turned to the others. "Let's show this girlieboy what we do to people who uses us."
The rest of the Transformers rose to their feet and grabbed a hold of Duo, dragging him with them outside.
The next thing he knew was that his head was bashed against a building standing oposite the bar. He tried to get up, but was kicked in the midsection so he lost his footing and fell to the ground. Then someone else kicked him in the head. They started hitting and kicking Duo til everything turned black for the poor Autobot.
***
The next morning a bashed up Duo was found by Trailbreaker, who hurried to get help.
Duo was rushed to the closest MedBay to patch him back together.
"Where did you find him?" asked First Aid and stared at the knocked out Autobot.
"Believe it or not," muttered Trailbreaker. "I found him outside the best bar in town."
"What is this place coming to?" muttered First Aid just as Rodimus rushed though the door, followed by Ratchet, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but there.
"We'll take it from here," said Rodimus as if nothing had happened.
"I'm afraid not." First Aid replied in the same manner as Rodimus. "Optimus Prime has already been notified about this and he has decided to handle the matter personally. Now," he said and looked up at the second in command. "Could you please leave my MedBay, I have an operation to perform."
Rodimus stormed out of there, but Ratchet stayed behind.
"Do you need my assistance?"
First Aid stared down at the unconscious Autobot who had lost more than one limb before he turned his attention to Ratchet. "What do you think?"
The two Autobots started working on the third just after Trailbreaker had left the room. However, Ratchet had a hidden agenda for wanting to assist First Aid on helping patch Duo back together. While the other Autobot worked on getting Duo's right leg back in place Ratchet did something he really was against; he reprogrammed Duo.
When the other Autobot would wake up he would be able to feel love.