A story not often told
Chapter 9: A fading memory
Perceptor woke up in a bright room. He hadn't realized what had happened, he just knew he was in his dorm room. Wasn't I in the halls? Perceptor had thought. He looked around. The door was open. He looked as hard as he could to see if his friends were in the room. He could see much further than the door.
"Perceptor! You're up!" gasped a familiar voice.
"Ratchet?" whispered Perceptor.
"What happened?" asked Wheeljack.
"I'm not sure…I swore someone was talking to me. I swore it was…was my old teacher," whispered Perceptor.
"Your old teacher?" gasped Ratchet. "You mean the one that was…"
"Yes. I don't know what happened. I swore she was talking to me," Perceptor answered.
"She wasn't Ceptor. You know that right," Ratchet asked.
Perceptor paused. He wasn't sure. His logic was fading in and out. Was she there or wasn't she? He shook his head. Ratchet took that as an answer and left with Wheeljack. Perceptor's memory of his former teacher was fading. Or was it? He closed his optics and faded into the past.
"Now, who do we have here?"
The memory started with him in the doorway. She was a beautiful looking femme. He wasn't familiar with them. He never knew one before though his guardian had spoke of one that left and that was just like him. He also said she was the reason he always locked Perceptor in the freezer. He didn't understand that. Nothing made much sense.
"Can you teach me?"
His quiet, scared voice was almost unrecognizable. He was a small, young, red child. His optics were bright blue. His armor was mostly red with blue armor at the joints. He was so small and sad. Perceptor remembered the scar along his right optic. The memory was slipping into darkness.
"Ms. Redmoon…" he whispered.
"And what's your name?" she smiled.
"I don't have one. My guardian hasn't given me one," Perceptor had answered.
"I'm sure he'll give you one, eventually," she smirked.
She didn't know. She didn't know then that she'd be the one to name him. She didn't know that she'd be the one to act like a guardian to him. She didn't know then. She didn't know that she would die. She was murdered, corrected Perceptor in his thoughts. She may not have known but she was murdered not just dying.
"Sure…now I have a question also. What do you want to be with the knowledge you've gained?"
"A scientist of course!"
Perceptor opened his optics. The memory was gone. It had faded. If it was gone, why did it still hurt? He sighed. The darkness was shadowing his mind. Someone was playing games with him. He could feel it. The thought faded. He closed his optics once more. Thoughts slowly leaking in while memories faded away.