So, here's chapter 3! And you guys finally get to find out why Demolisher's
a slave. I'm so mean, making you guys wait all week...
Haley Macrae: Deep? Thank you, thank you muchos.
White-Winged Angel: Yes, it was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? That was the point! Glad you like the feel to this story (I got the tone right! That's about the first time in my LIFE! Yee!), and glad you like how I customized Cy's and Demolisher's rooms. I like that sign... I wanna HOKEY- POKEY sign in my room!! And yes, now it IS Friday.
Soryu: Thank you. I'm glad I'm keeping Cyclonus basically in character... hope I can KEEP it that way. Demolisher will be making his first appearance at the end of this chapter, and he'll be in chapter 4 all the way through it. Not sure how much he'll be in five, though, haven't written that out yet. Anyway, glad you like, and don't worry, I won't leave this unfinished.
Hotshot94: Okay then! Here's an update! And here's what happens next.
Feral Prime: Oh yeah... he did, didn't he... Eh, aren't I allowed to have creative liberties? This fic is already going against everything we've seen about Cyclonus in Armada and Energon, so I guess that's just another detail I'll have to pretend never happened. Thankee for the imput, though.
Ducks Quack: ((picks up jaw)) It makes sense? Thankee!! Glad you like.
Duel Mistress K: Aaah. Thank you, I didn't remember the exact line. I just remembered how utterly ridiculous and completely hilarious it was. And don't worry about useless, incoherent ranting! I do it before every fic. ((looks around and clears throat nervously)) I think I just offended my Author's Notes...
Shade- S.E.C of Nothing: And you will find out in this chapter. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of the love of your heart meats. Then again, I AM kinda hungry...
Saikoro: No problem! Here it is!
Okay, so there's that, and now here's this! The end of my useless, incoherent ranting!
Disclaimer: No. No I do not. So don't even ask. Don't... even... THINK the question! The answer is NO I DO NOT HAVE THE KARAOKE VERSION OF "LUCKY"!!! And, um, I don't own Transformers either.
Come to think of it, how DID the karaoke version of "Lucky" get on my computer...?
.....
You may notice something new
Something about yourself you hadn't found
And don't want to
Your greed
While you can't move
The one beside you can't breath
.....
Demolisher was an Autobot slave. And had been for several million years, according to the datapad. And nobody even knew it. AND, lastly, he had signed the contract WILLINGLY. It had his name at the bottom!
"And what's all this 'prisoner of war' junk??" Cyclonus asked the datapad, and when it didn't answer he tossed it on the berth and picked up another. It had been written with a stylus, not typed. Cyclonus recognized Demolisher's handwriting. It looked like some kind of a journal.
Cyclonus scrolled up to the top. "Hey, that's the day Demolisher joined the Decepticons!" Cyclonus said. He suddenly wondered how Demolisher had handled the pressure of being the "new guy" in the army. But he couldn't look now. He wanted to find out what was up with that contract.
He scrolled down. The last sentence was chopped off, and a typed message below said, "MEMORY FILLED. PLEASE SAVE AND TURN OFF."
Cyclonus groaned. Whatever Demolisher had written about the contract would be in another datapad. Wherever it was.
Cyclonus grabbed the first datapad that caught his eye. Unlike the datapad with the contract, this one had been polished and re-polished until it looked like it could glow in the dark. There wasn't a single smudge on the glass. Cyclonus turned it on. The only thing on it was one short message:
"OPTIMUS PRIME'S MOTHER IS LEADER-1!!!"
Cyclonus bit back a laugh. He could see why Demolisher had taken care of this. Though he didn't usually seem the type to just write an angry message like that. Maybe it had something to do with the contract.
Cyclonus cleared a space on the floor and put the datapad down reverently. He'd take that back with him and hang it in Megatron's room. Either his boss would make it his new favorite possession or Cyclonus would get slagged. Probably both. It'd be worth it, though. That thing was golden. Too bad Cyclonus didn't have his own room to hang it in. Unicron didn't have very much in the way of rooms.
Cyclonus picked up another datapad and turned it on. This one was poetry. Cyclonus' optics flickered, the Transformers' equivalent of a blink. "Demolisher reads poetry?" Cyclonus said. Above the first poem was the date Demolisher had added it to the datapad. Cyclonus turned it off and added it to the cleared space with the polished datapad. That one he'd have to look at later.
The next datapad was it. It started only a couple of weeks before the date on the contract. Cyclonus started reading. He was only a few days before the date of the contract and... it just skipped it. Demolisher had continued writing about a week after the date, and didn't even mention it. He was just talking about this sabotage mission his squad was about to go on with another Decepticon squad from just south of Iacon. They were supposed to blow up this small Autobot fortress—
"Hey... MY squad was from south of Iacon!" Cyclonus said suddenly. Maybe this had been the mission he'd met Demolisher on? He tried to remember if it had been a sabotage mission, couldn't, then gave up and read on.
A few entries later, Demolisher mentioned Cyclonus. Cyclonus read the next part carefully.
"Not many of the mechs on the other squad were very good. This was a sabotage mission, and apparently most of them are used to explicit orders about what to do. They didn't seem to get that they just had to SHOOT THE FORTRESS! I think their squad was sent on this mission just because of that Cyclonus. He was better than all of us combined. He has a flying alt mode I've never seen before, one with rotor blades. He didn't come out of it once the whole time. He just zoomed around the fort attacking like there was no tomorrow. He even rammed the side, and then he laughed! Cyclonus must be completely crazy... but he's a pretty good fighter."
Cyclonus grinned wanly. "Guilty as charged."
"When the mission was over we went back to our temporary outpost. I finally got to see Cyclonus' face. He was talking with the others and cracking stupid jokes about the Autobots. He's definitely weird, but there's one thing I respect about him: he's the only mech other than me who didn't get over-energized when we got back."
Cyclonus remembered that now. He and Demolisher were the only Decepticons there who could still talk intelligibly an hour after they had got back, so they had talked to each other.
"Cyclonus is a lot less weird when you get him away from a big group. He actually made sense most of the time. I think he's a lot less happy most of the time than he lets on. He didn't say so, but I could see it in his optics."
Cyclonus was surprised. Demolisher had seen that?
"He said he never gets over-energized because he's afraid of what he might say. He said it like he was just worried he'd insult his boss or something, but I think that what he really meant is that he's afraid he'd tell a secret. Just like me.
"I wonder if what happened to me happened to him, too?"
"What?" Cyclonus said. What was Demolisher talking about here?
Cyclonus skimmed through the next several entries, until he saw one that looked different. The handwriting looked like it had been written quickly. And Demolisher's hand had been trembling. Cyclonus started reading.
"I left some stuff out earlier. From right before the sabotage mission. From the failed mission. I should try to get it out now, before I lose my nerve again."
'Failed?' Cyclonus thought. Demolisher hadn't said anything about a failed mission.
"It was a secret op. We were supposed to sneak into the Autobot's main stronghold and free some of the prisoners of war. Most of the Decepticons were rescued. Everyone got out. Except for me.
"I guess it /was/ a successful mission, then, except for my part."
"What are you TALKING about??" Cyclonus demanded. He seemed to be forming a habit of talking to datapads.
"The Autobots caught me before I could get out, and locked me in one of the cells. It wasn't very hard, I was outnumbered and we were right by the cells - they just had to shove me in.
"This was the Autobots' headquarters, so Optimus Prime was there. He came to my cell the next day and slipped a datapad through the bars. He said that he would let me live if I signed it. Prime and two witnesses had already signed it, and dated it. I refused to."
"Good for you," Cyclonus said quietly, but he already knew that by the end Demolisher would sign it.
"Prime left it there, in case I 'reconsidered his offer.' He told me I had a week to take his offer, because he had already scheduled my reprogramming.
"Reprogramming would be worse than death. All my old memories would be wiped, and my Decepticon programming would be deleted and replaced with Autobot programs. I'd be forced to fight my own army without knowing it. But I didn't even let myself look at that datapad.
"When they came to take me to be reprogrammed, I handed them a signed datapad instead."
Cyclonus felt a churning in his fuel tank he didn't like. In human terms, it's akin to very strong nausea.
"I still hadn't read it. I wish I had. I am now a slave to the Autobot Army. They let me go back to the Decepticons, and I told everyone I had gotten lost on the way back. Yes, for a week and a half. No big, I was fine.
"I wish the Autobots had killed me. As long as I'm alive, they own me. They gave me the 'right to life' in their contract. If I die, I'm free."
Cyclonus stared at the last words. If Demolisher died, he would be free. And it sounded like he was considering it.
'But this happened millions of years ago!' Cyclonus reminded himself. 'He would have done it by now, right?'
Right?
Cyclonus skipped forward to the end of the datapad, hoping there'd be some kind of assurance his friend would be okay in the last entry.
"It took over forty treaties and contracts, but I've finally gotten a little more freedom. I can be a full-fledged Decepticon until the war ends and Megatron dies, and then I'm an Autobot. Not an Autobot slave, an AUTOBOT. Well, when Megatron dies a lot of Decepticons will probably switch sides anyway, but when I switch, they're going to overwrite most of my programming with Autobot programs. They'll let me keep my memories, but I'll have to behave like them. I won't want to be a Decepticon. That scares me. Even more than the situation I'm in now.
"Hopefully Megatron will outlive me. But I want to see the end of the war, if nothing e
"MEMORY FILLED. PLEASE SAVE AND TURN OFF."
Cyclonus stared at the message. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the entry was over. That explained everything. Cyclonus got it now.
((Why Demolisher practically worshipped Megatron. Why he softened so much during his ten years with the Autobots, even though none of the other Cons had.))
Cyclonus slowly put the datapad back on the ground, where he had found it.
((Why Demolisher wasn't like any of the other Decepticons anymore.))
He kicked the datapad under the recharge berth.
((Why Demolisher had been so reluctant to rejoin the Decepticons.))
Cyclonus bent down, picked up the two datapads he had placed aside, and headed out.
((Why Demolisher had never told Cyclonus anything.))
Cyclonus suddenly froze, ice flowing through his wires. What had he just DONE?!?
What had he just read about Demolisher's life? HAD IT BEEN ANY OF HIS BUSINESS?!
Cyclonus got the same feeling he had gotten before in his fuel tank, except much stronger and worse. In human terms, he felt the way someone does a few seconds before they projectile-vomit their whole dinner at three a.m. Flaming hot, sick, a strange feeling in their lower jaw that always signifies it's about to come up, and a panicked feeling twisting their guts and trying to tell them that this is more than just a little virus.
"Primus, why did I DO that?!" Cyclonus raved, kicking the wall, then fell backwards, still unbalanced in his new body.
How could he have done that? Demolisher was his only friend, and Cyclonus was Demolisher's. What did it say about their "friendship" if Cyclonus couldn't even be trusted to keep out of Demolisher's room? He pounded the ground in rage. "I shouldn't have seen these datapads," Cyclonus hissed. He pulled back his arm to throw the two datapads he held across the room, when he caught his reflection. Below the berth was the datapad Cyclonus had kicked, showing him exactly what he looked like. Sitting on the ground angrily, ready to start throwing things in a fit of rage, he looked like a child having a temper tantrum. Slowly, Cyclonus lowered his arm.
"Why am I trashing Demolisher's room? Cyclonus muttered. "He didn't do anything wrong." Slowly, Cyclonus stood up. "It's too late to change it now. All that stuff happened millions of years ago, and I can't unread it, right?"
He got a different feeling, now. Like after you've puked. Your stomach's empty and your throat is raw, but you feel much, much better, now that it's over. He'd read it and he couldn't change that, he could just accept it.
Or pretend it never happened.
Cyclonus gave the room one last look, and finally left.
...
Demolisher was walking through one of the tunnels in Unicron, staring at the wall and becoming increasingly paranoid. It was just so... creepy. The walls looked like they were MOVING. Yeesh.
He had just decided to go outside and try to look for the absent Decepticon (it would be an excuse to leave), when said Decepticon appeared half a foot in front of him.
"GAAH!" Demolisher yelled, jumping backwards. "Oh, Snowcat, it's you. Don't do that!"
'My name is not "Snowcat,"' Cyclonus thought. 'It was Cyclonus and as far as I'm concerned always will be!' Instead, Cyclonus just said, "Well sor- ry! How was I supposed to know you were going to be in the way?"
Demolisher half-grinned. "Good point. D'you want to get out of here for a while? This place is giving me the creeps."
Cyclonus shook his head. "I just spent waaay too much time outside, thank you. Getting gunned down by Autobots. Not that they ever actually hit." Cyclonus let out one of his trademark laughs. "I flew a no-hitter!" Demolisher chose to ignore Cyclonus' comment, which was just as well. Cyclonus was just keeping up his mask and, Cyclonus realized, Demolisher was keeping up one of his own. So Demolisher had some messed up programming now. That was okay. Cyclonus was a lunatic in the most literal sense.
"So where were you?" Demolisher asked.
Cyclonus shrugged. "Oh the moon, visiting the old Decepticon base. Good times, eh?"
Demolisher shook his head. "Better than living in Unicron's corpse." Cyclonus made a face as he realized that was just what they were doing. Well at least Transformers didn't rot like humans... that would have been REALLY revolting... "What were you doing at the base?"
"Just using the warp gate," Cyclonus lied, "which is much cooler than what we have now. Some things just don't need to change."
"But they do anyway. Who knows why?"
Cyclonus wondered for a second if Demolisher had picked up on his double meaning, or if he was just continuing the conversation. It didn't really matter. Cyclonus couldn't ask him, and at least Demolisher had stopped asking Cyclonus questions.
All Cyclonus had do was pretend he didn't know anything. That was fine, since the day he'd joined the Decepticons he'd been getting better and better at acting. He could just play the roll of Snowcat the Joke Boy.
.....
So, that's chapter 3! Not exactly what you'd call a happy ending, but since when did the Decepticons ever get a happy ending? (Stupid Autobots...)
Chapter four will be up Wednesday! Please review
Haley Macrae: Deep? Thank you, thank you muchos.
White-Winged Angel: Yes, it was a bit of a surprise, wasn't it? That was the point! Glad you like the feel to this story (I got the tone right! That's about the first time in my LIFE! Yee!), and glad you like how I customized Cy's and Demolisher's rooms. I like that sign... I wanna HOKEY- POKEY sign in my room!! And yes, now it IS Friday.
Soryu: Thank you. I'm glad I'm keeping Cyclonus basically in character... hope I can KEEP it that way. Demolisher will be making his first appearance at the end of this chapter, and he'll be in chapter 4 all the way through it. Not sure how much he'll be in five, though, haven't written that out yet. Anyway, glad you like, and don't worry, I won't leave this unfinished.
Hotshot94: Okay then! Here's an update! And here's what happens next.
Feral Prime: Oh yeah... he did, didn't he... Eh, aren't I allowed to have creative liberties? This fic is already going against everything we've seen about Cyclonus in Armada and Energon, so I guess that's just another detail I'll have to pretend never happened. Thankee for the imput, though.
Ducks Quack: ((picks up jaw)) It makes sense? Thankee!! Glad you like.
Duel Mistress K: Aaah. Thank you, I didn't remember the exact line. I just remembered how utterly ridiculous and completely hilarious it was. And don't worry about useless, incoherent ranting! I do it before every fic. ((looks around and clears throat nervously)) I think I just offended my Author's Notes...
Shade- S.E.C of Nothing: And you will find out in this chapter. Don't worry, I won't take advantage of the love of your heart meats. Then again, I AM kinda hungry...
Saikoro: No problem! Here it is!
Okay, so there's that, and now here's this! The end of my useless, incoherent ranting!
Disclaimer: No. No I do not. So don't even ask. Don't... even... THINK the question! The answer is NO I DO NOT HAVE THE KARAOKE VERSION OF "LUCKY"!!! And, um, I don't own Transformers either.
Come to think of it, how DID the karaoke version of "Lucky" get on my computer...?
.....
You may notice something new
Something about yourself you hadn't found
And don't want to
Your greed
While you can't move
The one beside you can't breath
.....
Demolisher was an Autobot slave. And had been for several million years, according to the datapad. And nobody even knew it. AND, lastly, he had signed the contract WILLINGLY. It had his name at the bottom!
"And what's all this 'prisoner of war' junk??" Cyclonus asked the datapad, and when it didn't answer he tossed it on the berth and picked up another. It had been written with a stylus, not typed. Cyclonus recognized Demolisher's handwriting. It looked like some kind of a journal.
Cyclonus scrolled up to the top. "Hey, that's the day Demolisher joined the Decepticons!" Cyclonus said. He suddenly wondered how Demolisher had handled the pressure of being the "new guy" in the army. But he couldn't look now. He wanted to find out what was up with that contract.
He scrolled down. The last sentence was chopped off, and a typed message below said, "MEMORY FILLED. PLEASE SAVE AND TURN OFF."
Cyclonus groaned. Whatever Demolisher had written about the contract would be in another datapad. Wherever it was.
Cyclonus grabbed the first datapad that caught his eye. Unlike the datapad with the contract, this one had been polished and re-polished until it looked like it could glow in the dark. There wasn't a single smudge on the glass. Cyclonus turned it on. The only thing on it was one short message:
"OPTIMUS PRIME'S MOTHER IS LEADER-1!!!"
Cyclonus bit back a laugh. He could see why Demolisher had taken care of this. Though he didn't usually seem the type to just write an angry message like that. Maybe it had something to do with the contract.
Cyclonus cleared a space on the floor and put the datapad down reverently. He'd take that back with him and hang it in Megatron's room. Either his boss would make it his new favorite possession or Cyclonus would get slagged. Probably both. It'd be worth it, though. That thing was golden. Too bad Cyclonus didn't have his own room to hang it in. Unicron didn't have very much in the way of rooms.
Cyclonus picked up another datapad and turned it on. This one was poetry. Cyclonus' optics flickered, the Transformers' equivalent of a blink. "Demolisher reads poetry?" Cyclonus said. Above the first poem was the date Demolisher had added it to the datapad. Cyclonus turned it off and added it to the cleared space with the polished datapad. That one he'd have to look at later.
The next datapad was it. It started only a couple of weeks before the date on the contract. Cyclonus started reading. He was only a few days before the date of the contract and... it just skipped it. Demolisher had continued writing about a week after the date, and didn't even mention it. He was just talking about this sabotage mission his squad was about to go on with another Decepticon squad from just south of Iacon. They were supposed to blow up this small Autobot fortress—
"Hey... MY squad was from south of Iacon!" Cyclonus said suddenly. Maybe this had been the mission he'd met Demolisher on? He tried to remember if it had been a sabotage mission, couldn't, then gave up and read on.
A few entries later, Demolisher mentioned Cyclonus. Cyclonus read the next part carefully.
"Not many of the mechs on the other squad were very good. This was a sabotage mission, and apparently most of them are used to explicit orders about what to do. They didn't seem to get that they just had to SHOOT THE FORTRESS! I think their squad was sent on this mission just because of that Cyclonus. He was better than all of us combined. He has a flying alt mode I've never seen before, one with rotor blades. He didn't come out of it once the whole time. He just zoomed around the fort attacking like there was no tomorrow. He even rammed the side, and then he laughed! Cyclonus must be completely crazy... but he's a pretty good fighter."
Cyclonus grinned wanly. "Guilty as charged."
"When the mission was over we went back to our temporary outpost. I finally got to see Cyclonus' face. He was talking with the others and cracking stupid jokes about the Autobots. He's definitely weird, but there's one thing I respect about him: he's the only mech other than me who didn't get over-energized when we got back."
Cyclonus remembered that now. He and Demolisher were the only Decepticons there who could still talk intelligibly an hour after they had got back, so they had talked to each other.
"Cyclonus is a lot less weird when you get him away from a big group. He actually made sense most of the time. I think he's a lot less happy most of the time than he lets on. He didn't say so, but I could see it in his optics."
Cyclonus was surprised. Demolisher had seen that?
"He said he never gets over-energized because he's afraid of what he might say. He said it like he was just worried he'd insult his boss or something, but I think that what he really meant is that he's afraid he'd tell a secret. Just like me.
"I wonder if what happened to me happened to him, too?"
"What?" Cyclonus said. What was Demolisher talking about here?
Cyclonus skimmed through the next several entries, until he saw one that looked different. The handwriting looked like it had been written quickly. And Demolisher's hand had been trembling. Cyclonus started reading.
"I left some stuff out earlier. From right before the sabotage mission. From the failed mission. I should try to get it out now, before I lose my nerve again."
'Failed?' Cyclonus thought. Demolisher hadn't said anything about a failed mission.
"It was a secret op. We were supposed to sneak into the Autobot's main stronghold and free some of the prisoners of war. Most of the Decepticons were rescued. Everyone got out. Except for me.
"I guess it /was/ a successful mission, then, except for my part."
"What are you TALKING about??" Cyclonus demanded. He seemed to be forming a habit of talking to datapads.
"The Autobots caught me before I could get out, and locked me in one of the cells. It wasn't very hard, I was outnumbered and we were right by the cells - they just had to shove me in.
"This was the Autobots' headquarters, so Optimus Prime was there. He came to my cell the next day and slipped a datapad through the bars. He said that he would let me live if I signed it. Prime and two witnesses had already signed it, and dated it. I refused to."
"Good for you," Cyclonus said quietly, but he already knew that by the end Demolisher would sign it.
"Prime left it there, in case I 'reconsidered his offer.' He told me I had a week to take his offer, because he had already scheduled my reprogramming.
"Reprogramming would be worse than death. All my old memories would be wiped, and my Decepticon programming would be deleted and replaced with Autobot programs. I'd be forced to fight my own army without knowing it. But I didn't even let myself look at that datapad.
"When they came to take me to be reprogrammed, I handed them a signed datapad instead."
Cyclonus felt a churning in his fuel tank he didn't like. In human terms, it's akin to very strong nausea.
"I still hadn't read it. I wish I had. I am now a slave to the Autobot Army. They let me go back to the Decepticons, and I told everyone I had gotten lost on the way back. Yes, for a week and a half. No big, I was fine.
"I wish the Autobots had killed me. As long as I'm alive, they own me. They gave me the 'right to life' in their contract. If I die, I'm free."
Cyclonus stared at the last words. If Demolisher died, he would be free. And it sounded like he was considering it.
'But this happened millions of years ago!' Cyclonus reminded himself. 'He would have done it by now, right?'
Right?
Cyclonus skipped forward to the end of the datapad, hoping there'd be some kind of assurance his friend would be okay in the last entry.
"It took over forty treaties and contracts, but I've finally gotten a little more freedom. I can be a full-fledged Decepticon until the war ends and Megatron dies, and then I'm an Autobot. Not an Autobot slave, an AUTOBOT. Well, when Megatron dies a lot of Decepticons will probably switch sides anyway, but when I switch, they're going to overwrite most of my programming with Autobot programs. They'll let me keep my memories, but I'll have to behave like them. I won't want to be a Decepticon. That scares me. Even more than the situation I'm in now.
"Hopefully Megatron will outlive me. But I want to see the end of the war, if nothing e
"MEMORY FILLED. PLEASE SAVE AND TURN OFF."
Cyclonus stared at the message. It took a few seconds for him to realize that the entry was over. That explained everything. Cyclonus got it now.
((Why Demolisher practically worshipped Megatron. Why he softened so much during his ten years with the Autobots, even though none of the other Cons had.))
Cyclonus slowly put the datapad back on the ground, where he had found it.
((Why Demolisher wasn't like any of the other Decepticons anymore.))
He kicked the datapad under the recharge berth.
((Why Demolisher had been so reluctant to rejoin the Decepticons.))
Cyclonus bent down, picked up the two datapads he had placed aside, and headed out.
((Why Demolisher had never told Cyclonus anything.))
Cyclonus suddenly froze, ice flowing through his wires. What had he just DONE?!?
What had he just read about Demolisher's life? HAD IT BEEN ANY OF HIS BUSINESS?!
Cyclonus got the same feeling he had gotten before in his fuel tank, except much stronger and worse. In human terms, he felt the way someone does a few seconds before they projectile-vomit their whole dinner at three a.m. Flaming hot, sick, a strange feeling in their lower jaw that always signifies it's about to come up, and a panicked feeling twisting their guts and trying to tell them that this is more than just a little virus.
"Primus, why did I DO that?!" Cyclonus raved, kicking the wall, then fell backwards, still unbalanced in his new body.
How could he have done that? Demolisher was his only friend, and Cyclonus was Demolisher's. What did it say about their "friendship" if Cyclonus couldn't even be trusted to keep out of Demolisher's room? He pounded the ground in rage. "I shouldn't have seen these datapads," Cyclonus hissed. He pulled back his arm to throw the two datapads he held across the room, when he caught his reflection. Below the berth was the datapad Cyclonus had kicked, showing him exactly what he looked like. Sitting on the ground angrily, ready to start throwing things in a fit of rage, he looked like a child having a temper tantrum. Slowly, Cyclonus lowered his arm.
"Why am I trashing Demolisher's room? Cyclonus muttered. "He didn't do anything wrong." Slowly, Cyclonus stood up. "It's too late to change it now. All that stuff happened millions of years ago, and I can't unread it, right?"
He got a different feeling, now. Like after you've puked. Your stomach's empty and your throat is raw, but you feel much, much better, now that it's over. He'd read it and he couldn't change that, he could just accept it.
Or pretend it never happened.
Cyclonus gave the room one last look, and finally left.
...
Demolisher was walking through one of the tunnels in Unicron, staring at the wall and becoming increasingly paranoid. It was just so... creepy. The walls looked like they were MOVING. Yeesh.
He had just decided to go outside and try to look for the absent Decepticon (it would be an excuse to leave), when said Decepticon appeared half a foot in front of him.
"GAAH!" Demolisher yelled, jumping backwards. "Oh, Snowcat, it's you. Don't do that!"
'My name is not "Snowcat,"' Cyclonus thought. 'It was Cyclonus and as far as I'm concerned always will be!' Instead, Cyclonus just said, "Well sor- ry! How was I supposed to know you were going to be in the way?"
Demolisher half-grinned. "Good point. D'you want to get out of here for a while? This place is giving me the creeps."
Cyclonus shook his head. "I just spent waaay too much time outside, thank you. Getting gunned down by Autobots. Not that they ever actually hit." Cyclonus let out one of his trademark laughs. "I flew a no-hitter!" Demolisher chose to ignore Cyclonus' comment, which was just as well. Cyclonus was just keeping up his mask and, Cyclonus realized, Demolisher was keeping up one of his own. So Demolisher had some messed up programming now. That was okay. Cyclonus was a lunatic in the most literal sense.
"So where were you?" Demolisher asked.
Cyclonus shrugged. "Oh the moon, visiting the old Decepticon base. Good times, eh?"
Demolisher shook his head. "Better than living in Unicron's corpse." Cyclonus made a face as he realized that was just what they were doing. Well at least Transformers didn't rot like humans... that would have been REALLY revolting... "What were you doing at the base?"
"Just using the warp gate," Cyclonus lied, "which is much cooler than what we have now. Some things just don't need to change."
"But they do anyway. Who knows why?"
Cyclonus wondered for a second if Demolisher had picked up on his double meaning, or if he was just continuing the conversation. It didn't really matter. Cyclonus couldn't ask him, and at least Demolisher had stopped asking Cyclonus questions.
All Cyclonus had do was pretend he didn't know anything. That was fine, since the day he'd joined the Decepticons he'd been getting better and better at acting. He could just play the roll of Snowcat the Joke Boy.
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So, that's chapter 3! Not exactly what you'd call a happy ending, but since when did the Decepticons ever get a happy ending? (Stupid Autobots...)
Chapter four will be up Wednesday! Please review
