The Buzzing in My Head: Wasp wasn't mad before he came to Trypticon Prison. That came after ... like a torturous buzzing in his head. Done for the Transformers Flash Challenge on A03.
Image: I Just Wanted to be an Autobot by CatusSnake
Disclaimer: If only, if only the plot bunny sings.
Rating: Teen
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Spinning around and twisting way,
Sanity is a tempered thing.
...
Week One Prompt: A Cold Room
The first thing he noticed was how cold he was.
It was as if Unicron had touched him the moment he passed the stockade's main doors, cursing him to a half-life.
There was no warmth in Trypticon Prison, especially since they immediately placed him in solitary. It was a small room with a single dull light always shining down on him, showing every scuff and dent that littered his form.
He wasn't sure when it started, but he started to hate it. He hated this body, this form, the curves and sharp edges he bore. He especially hated his green paint! He wanted to be somebot, anybot else! He wanted to pick his color all away until there was nothing left but clean, new metal … a new life.
It wasn't like anyone would miss Wasp! Nobot even came to his trial! Defended him! He hated them all for it! He wasn't a spy! He wasn't! Why did no one believe him? He wasn't a traitor. He just wanted to serve his world and his people.
He wanted to be somebot, but now he was here.
Alone.
Alone.
ALONE!
They left him in that room, in the dim for seemingly forever, and then the speaker started coming by. He kept asking the same questions over and over, Wasp's pleas of innocence ignored. He just kept talking and talking like a buzzing in Wasp's head, a voice in his CPU that would not rest with its accusations! They were depriving him of touch and mental stimulation. He only had his own thoughts and their demands. They couldn't even face him, his interrogators.
He was sure, after a while, they had just recorded their questions and played them over and over again. They threatened him even in their absence. Their recordings just kept saying they'd rip it from his head. They'd pull the truth from him like wires from under his plating.
He should just make it easy on himself. He should just tell them the truth and spare himself the sensory deprivation.
… tHe MaDneSs ...
Huh? There was energon on the floor, spreading like a little lake, running away from him and his rejected frame. Huh. Where was it coming from?
He couldn't help but look at his servos. Where was the paint on his forearms? Had he picked it away? Yes, he had. There were little flakes of green paint all about the floor, mixing with the energon, abandoned like little pieces of green dreams and lost loves. And were those wires poking out of his wrists, dripping his vital fluids everywhere? Had they done that? Had he ripped his own wires free before they could?
Optics blinking off and on, he watched the energon spread, wondering how long until he was dead.
He … was okay with that. No one cared about Wasp.
No one was going to miss Wasp. In this room he was basically dead anyway.
Vision going blurry, slowly going black, Wasp realized that he was cold … or perhaps it was just the room that was cold.
XXX
Paw07: I decided to do the flash challenge. 500-ish words per chapter. I just found it, so its a little late. :P
The prompt is thus:
1. Week: 1st – 9th October
- The first moment
- A cold room
- Quote: "Awake, Iron!" - wiki/Awake_iron!
- Song: Wicked Games by Chris Isaak
2. Week: 10th – 16th October
- Music to my ears
- Magical touch
- Quote: "Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead." - Charles Bukowski
- Song: Humbling River by Puscifer - From that Transformers Game Trailer
3. Week: 17th – 23th October
- Outer Space
- Home is my castle
- Movie title: Café Society
- Song: Bang Bang by Nancy Sinatra
4. Week: 24th – 31st October aka the Halloween Week ;)
- Eternal
- Dripping Claw
- Quote: "Ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?" - Joker
- Song: Monster by Skillet
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