A story not often told
Chapter 4: Public school
"What a drag…" groaned Perceptor, looking up at the large building.
Perceptor had no other choice. The medics that had taken Redmoon away offered this place. He wasn't used to public places. He had already been signed up by the medics. He moved for the entrance with a heavy sigh. At the entrance he was morphed into the crowd of others.
"Where in all of Cybertron am I going?" groaned Perceptor, backing to the wall.
"The office is down the north wing. Classes are in west and south," explained a voice elsewhere.
Perceptor turned to see a new face. A bot around the same age as Perceptor, a youngling. He was many white with red here and there. He had an odd smile, a familiar smile still. It was a friendly smile. Perceptor couldn't help but reply to the smile with a smile.
"So where are you heading?" he asked.
"Oh…um…I guess the office but I'm not really sure of anything around here," groaned Perceptor.
"New student?" asked the bot.
"Sorta…I've never been to a public school like this…" Perceptor explained.
"What's your name?" questioned the bot.
"Is this like 20 questions?" Perceptor chuckled. "Names…um…"
"What is it?" the bot gasped.
"It's kind of a long story but the names Perceptor," Perceptor answered.
"Preceptor?" hummed the bot.
"PerCeptor! Per!" shouted Perceptor.
"Right, right. Names Ratchet," the bot nodded.
"Nice. Now about where to go?" chuckled Perceptor.
"Right, follow me," nodded Ratchet, walking off.
He seems…friendly, thought Perceptor as he followed Ratchet. Perceptor felt he needed to know a little bit more. It was becoming an obsession. He needed to know much more than was probably healthy. He ignored it though. He was more concerned with Ratchet's good nature and the school's learning system. He was ready for anything.