Warning! Mention of suicide once more! Please as I have said before, talk to someone you can trust with information.
"I thought you Cons were all fliers except the drones," I commented while shifting my legs as they were falling asleep. Like promised, the two are doing something with me, we are mostly talking to each other. It felt weird with these two; they didn't seem like the killing machine and wanting destruction to everything that they are placed as.
"Well, I wouldn't look good as a seeker," Knockout argued, at the moment he is buffing his paint as he saw a scratch. Note to self: do NOT scratch or mess with Knockouts paint. Death is imminent.
"I'm too bulky to be a flier," Breakdown explains his reasoning. "And seeker wings are way too sensitive. I'm a wrecker, can't have that." Nodding to agree to his reason, my stomach decided to make whale mating noises to announce my hunger to everyone.
Both of the mech in front of me widen their optics in reaction. Knockout furrowed his eyebrows together, for some reason he has those, and slightly drop his mouth to express his confusion. Breakdown acted more civil and a small chuckle arose from his, he must know what a grumbling stomach means.
"When is the last time you have refueled?" Breakdown questioned. Scratching the back of my head as my mind whirled to find the last memory of me eating food, I gaze sheepishly up to the grayish-blue bot.
"Ummm a few days," I answered and dipped my head to hid the slight blush on my checks as my stomach made another whale mating noise. Knockout makes a flabbergasted noise and looked at me with concern.
"Is that normal?" He questioned with caution entering his voice. This time I laugh along Breakdown at the funny reaction of Knockout. These two I can get a kick out of, maybe my time here won't be so bad. Nodding my head to confirm a grumbly stomach is normal; Breakdown shakes his helm in retaliation.
"It's not normal for a sparkling of her age," he answered his buddy's question before turning to me, "you need to refuel properly." Rolling my eyes at him, I cross my arms and huff at him.
"You aren't my parent," I sassed and turned my back to the two. My ears caught Knockout ohing from my sassy comment.
"I may not be your creator but you are our responsibility and we must take care of you." Shit, I forgot they control my life now. Like if I get food or water or a bath, wait. A bath sounds really good at the moment and is needed.
"Um is there any way for me to get a bath? I stink to high heaven," I changed the subject, not entirely; we are still on the part where they are taking care of me. The two glance at each other and expressed a small expression of them thinking. Do they not shower or clean themselves? Well except from Knockout, he must take one every morning and night.
They turn their gaze back onto me and Knockout answers. "We do have the washroom but you may be a little small to use it." That also makes me realize I have none of my belongings from when Knockout made his announcement of me being his pet.
"Also I don't have any new clothes to change into." Knockout groans, sags his shoulder, and tip his helm back to show his annoyance with something.
"I told you that a human is a big responsibility. But nooooo you wanted a cute little human yet didn't want them to touch your paint job," Breakdown scolds his buddy. Knockout groans once more but agreed to what Breakdown lectured about.
"I know but didn't know it was this hard," Knockout explained. Wait does this mean they are going to get rid of me? Furrowing my eyebrows to show my sadness, I push my bottom lip out into a pout. The two caught onto my act.
"Don't worry I'm not going to give up on you sweetspark," Knockout reassured. It helped greatly yet a part of me still held weariness for the two. Though I still wanted someone to end my life so I didn't have to do it and they could deal with my dead body.
"So what is your guy's favorite color?" I questioned to change the subject. A small smile played Knockouts face.
"My paint job of course. Red is for racing and is amazing to be a blur. Maybe in a little while, we could go racing, I do need a partner," Knockout offered. He sounded as if he was half talking to himself except the beginning as he answered my question.
"I've got to go with my paint job too. It's easy to see mud caked over it after going mudding," Breakdown answers while putting his reason behind it. He likes to go Mudding; maybe my time here will be fun.
"What about you? What is your favorite color?" Knockout returns the question. It hasn't really come to mind to think about my favorite color; at the orphanage, whatever color you got clothes is what you got.
"Um well, if I had to pick one, I guess it would be silver or purple. Those are tied for my favorite," I answered. The two would be pretty on a car; purple primary color and a silver pimp stripe down the middle. Beautiful is all I could think.
"A mixture like that for a paint job would work out. A deep purple with a light silver would look good on your muscle style of cars," Knockout commented.
We continued to talk about this and that until they were called to the command center, including the human. It scared me almost shitless at the mention of me having to go in front of other bots that are probably meaner than Knockout and Breakdown.
Breakdown is the one who is carrying me in his servo to the command center as his buddy didn't want any more human fluids on him for the day. He is kinder then I expected for a large Con like him, he carries me gently so I don't fall off his servo and plummet to the ground.
"Don't be so scared, Megatron probably wants to meet you," Breakdown attempted to assure everything is going to be okay. My mind is screaming at me for getting myself in this situation, I now have to face the big bad warlord of the Decepticons.
The reassurance didn't help at all and I had all but calmed down.
Upon making to the command center, the door whooshed open for us, well them since I'm on Breakdowns servo, to walk through. My eyes widen to size of saucers by the site of Dorito of Doom standing next to the large warmonger.
The Dorito of Doom locked his optics on to me.
"You!" he shouts and advances towards us. Megatron grips his shoulder so Starscream couldn't get any closer.
"How do you know this fleashy?" Megatron growled to his Second in Command. Starscream turns around to face his leader with his wings lowered to show his fear.
"I uh…um… saw her with an Autobot!" he shouted after telling a lie to his leader. Megatrons face turned blank like a slate and gave him a look 'do you expect me to believe you?'. I had to stop the laugh from crawling its way into my mouth as to not disturb the serious situation.
"It's true! Tell them Autobot pet," Starscream hissed while turning his gaze to me. My mouth is shut close and no noise came from it, no way am I going to give away that information no matter what. He growls and stomps his pede like a two year old throwing a temper tantrum.
"You idiotic fleshling!" I roll my eyes at him and tipped my head towards him with an expression that read 'who are you calling idiotic?'.
"The only one here who is stupid is you. And what is an Auto bot in the first place?" I play dumb to these behemoths and they hopefully believe me instead of the most stupid Cybertronian in the universe. The smallest smirk played onto Megatrons robotic lips.
Starscream huffed in annoyance and returned his gaze to his leader to see if he'll help him out. Megatron glared down at his Second in Command and lifted his arm to smack him away. The loud clang and ear piercing screech from the metal on metal action made me cover my ears to protect them from the loud noises.
"You will not lie to me again!" The warmonger snarled to Starscream who is now laying against the wall. He curls himself into a ball in reaction to protect himself from Megatrons wrath.
"Now flesh bag, there are rules here and you WILL listen to every single one. If you do not, there will be dire consequences in return," Megatron grounds out. Nodding my head quickly to show I heard him, Megatron lists off what these rules are.
"You'll call me Lord Megatron at all times. You must be with a Con at all times. You'll address everyone by their title. You'll listen to any command by any Con. Lastly, you are expendable, don't back talk anyone for any reason." Not too bad, though having to be with a Con at all times will be painful. The only ones that are okay are Knockout and Breakdown
"Do you understand that human?" he questioned with a threatening tone to his voice.
Oh, am I going to regret this? "Yes… Lord Megatron." That was will be hard to get use to. All of this will be hard to get use to. He nodded his approvingly and turned his back to us, singling we are no longer wished to be her.
My two caretakers turn around began to head back to the Med. Bay to probably talk some more. Maybe this life won't be so bad.
Finals are tomorrow and I'm going to die! I gladly had these chapters already written and only needed to reread them to make sure there isn't a mistake. Wish me luck because I'm going to fail terrible. Anyway thank you all for reading my story!
Welp here's another chapter for you guys. I know Megatron was a little OOC but he needed to let Gabriel to be able to stay with the Cons. Also I tried sort of my best make him the glorious warmonger that he is, hope you guys are okay with it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter!
Let the wolf howl!
-MidnightHowling4