A story not often told
Chapter 6: a new friendship
Perceptor hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep. He had woken to the sound of the bells. He was gasping, panting at the nightmare he had. The past. He remembered being locked in the freezer and his guardian beating him. the memories was nightmares. He would only remember them as that.
"Perceptor!" shouted two voices.
"Huh?" gasped Perceptor, sitting up.
He smiled lightly seeing who finally came running onto the roof. Both Wheeljack and Ratchet were coming up. Perceptor smiled lightly. Ratchet smiled, running toward him. Wheeljack waited near the edge of the roof.
"We've been looking everywhere for you," cheered Ratchet.
"We're sorry," Wheeljack added.
"We didn't know what happened before you got here," sighed Ratchet.
"I just met you so…" shrugged Wheeljack.
"I met you this morning so…" chuckled Ratchet.
"Well…I had no right to yell at either of you. My actions were irrational," sighed Perceptor.
"I heard you got kicked up like three grading scales," hummed Ratchet.
"Maybe," smirked Perceptor.
"Welcome to the club," nodded Wheeljack.
"Really?" gasped Perceptor.
"I'm up two grades and Ratchet is up about one grade," Wheeljack explained.
"Three…two…one…perfect," chuckled Perceptor.
"What's perfect?" asked Ratchet.
"We are…no matter what," smiled Perceptor.
"I like the way you think," nodded Wheeljack.
"Sure…We work pretty well. Now how about that cloaking devise?" Ratchet cheered.
"Let's get to work!" added Perceptor, smiling lightly.