7. Orange
The night was peaceful as the small youngling curled up in his femme-creator's lap with his favorite plush toy held tight. The two adult bots shared a brief chaste kiss before turning their gaze to the small form of their creation. When the mech reached over to rub his creation's helm a pair of sleepy blue optics opened and the youngling cooed softly, seeing this the mech's optics filled with joy. The femme whispered softly to youngling before standing up and carrying the small form into the next room. The scene didn't stay peaceful however, as the femme reached the youngling's bed there came a great ruckus from the rest of the house.
The youngling woke to the sounds of screaming and destruction beyond the door, before it burst open to reveal what could only be called monsters. The monsters were mostly brilliant orange in coloration with splotches of blue and red and their forms undulated and danced as if they were made of living flames. A pair of them rushed his femme-creator grabbing and dragging her into the other room, their touch melting her plating on contact. The youngling was frozen in shock as the rest of the monsters pounced on his creators and violently tore them to sheds. By now the flames had spread from the monsters forms to the rest of the room tinting everything orange, and the youngling cowered as the monsters turned their attention to him. The largest one's mouth twisted into a fanged mockery of a grin before it lunged for the youngling…
Prowl woke with a start, covered in condensation and trembling uncontrollably. It took several minutes for him to calm down, and when the trembling slowed he knew he would have to deal with this somehow. He hadn't had that particular nightmare since had left the youngling centers. Prowl shivered at the memory of those dark, cold hallways filled with harried mechs and femmes who had no time to spare for a frightened youngling. Banishing the memory Prowl swung his legs over the edge of his berth and stood up; he knew from experience that he wouldn't get any more recharge following that particular nightmare. He moved to the center of the room and sank down to try meditating the nightmare away.
Prowl was so shaken by the nightmare that he never noticed Jazz's presence on the roof above him. The other ninja had taken to checking in on his counterpart after their caving incident but so far had never witnessed anything like the drama that had taken place just minutes prior. Jazz now knew that something was very wrong despite his fellow ninja's repeated dismissal of his concerns. The black and white swore then and there that he was going to find out the truth whether or not Prowl wanted him to.