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Part four
Pain, confusion, despair. He was locked in darkness and he couldn't move. He wouldn't have been able to even without the heavy restraints. He was stuffed in a place that was so small he couldn't even turn his head properly. Like some toy in a box. He tried to scream but no sound came out. There was no air in here. Transformers didn't necessarily need oxygen but breathing would have calmed him a little if he could have managed it. In the absolute darkness he couldn't tell if his optics were opened or closed. Every comforting gesture, every possible way to block what was happening was denied to him.
He couldn't make sense of the scrambled thoughts running through his head like a blizzard. He knew he was a scientific project, created in a lab, but there was something else. Like a whisper, like a dream… But he couldn't focus on it.
Then suddenly a forgotten feeling was trying to creep into him and although he fought it desperately, the memory still emerged to the surface of his mind.
His body melting, turning to liquid… Nothing to see, nothing to hear, nothing to feel for such a long time… only emptiness.
He tugged at his restraints violently but they were so strong they only dug into his metal causing pain but not allowing his body to even shift. At least now he was sure he had a body.
But the stillness was unbearable and he strained again with no result. He continued trying until he had no energy left. He stayed motionless but inside he was writhing and thrashing, wanting desperately to get free. He could vaguely feel the sparks of other bots around him but he couldn't focus on any of them. It was all so blurry.
And then he felt it. This one was strong. A familiar presence. It was something outside of his small world of darkness and pain and he reached for it eagerly. Something… someone he knew.
Then the memories came flooding back.
A/N: Revieeeeeeeeewwwwwsss!
