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Fun fact, Transorbital lobotomies are supposed to be untraceable, meaning no damage to the eye itself, and no blood. However, Shockwave is a scientist. Not a medical professional (neither was Walter Freeman II, but that's not important) and while Malpractice was thrashing around, shockwave pushed too hard into his optic socket and damaged it, botching the process and making Malpractice bleed.

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Fanfic below, it takes place in my transformers continuity, Transformers: Neuro.

"What do you see, Malpractice?"

Shockwave asks, voice low and charged, hoping to gauge the reaction of the procedure on Malpractice's mind.

Malpractice thrashes against his restraints, trying not to fight, but failing. He asked for this. He wanted this. He wanted to be fixed. And that's what he was getting.

"I-I see-!" Mal stammers out with a cry, humiliated at the sight of himself. He could see the way Megatron and Soundwave stood idly by with interest, and he knew that he looked utterly pathetic. Useless. This is why he's getting him processor cut. Because he feels too much shame.

"NghAGH!" He sobs, feeling the pick stab through the socket of his optics. "It HURTS!" he bangs the back of his helm against the gurney, feeling the energon flow from the corner of his socket, where the pick settles untouched by Shockwave's servo.

"Quiet down. Tell me what you see, Malpractice." Shockwave hushes the raging experiment, addressing him almost like some sort of agonized beast.

"I-I see- an alcove- wi-ith lambs," he cries, words slurring as he babbles each sentence. "Ble-aATING- aughhHH!! A-A mural of the m-o-oon!" He convulses, optics squeezing shut, forcing the pick deeper. He sobs out, a sparkling, sensitive, in need of care, of compassion, knowing he will be receiving none. Not from Shockwave. Not from Megatron. Not from Primus.

"No." Shockwave replies coldly, pressing Malpractice down into the gurney using his shoulders. The poor bot begins to hiccup, settling in, though his whole faceplate throbs with an aching pain. "Relax, and we can continue with the operation." He turns to grab a cloth from his equipment, wiping away the tears and excrement from Malpractice's faceplate.

Malpractice leans in to whatever touch he can get, whatever tenderness is left for him, his bottom derma quivering with emotion as he realizes-

That this.. this is it for him.

Shockwave finishes cleaning the spillage, before continuing the procedure.

"Shockwave," Megatron's gritty voice cuts through the sound of Malpractice sniffling and calming down, addressing the "scientist."

"You were certain this would have no effect on Malpractice's optics." He scowls, but he's willing to hear the other bot out on this. "And yet, here he is, spilling energon. Explain."

"He will be just as efficient, though his movements have caused me to press just enough to make him bleed. It is a minor inconvenience, but not one I cannot get past."

Shockwave adjusts the pick, moving it about forty five degrees up, sideways, down.

And suddenly, Malpractice stops, optics dimming into grey voids-

I see an alcove. Lambs, organic life forms, unhurt, piling against one another, bleating in conversation, lovingly nuzzling their fellow sheep of the herd, a beautiful mural of the moons of cybertron painted delicately on the ceiling, illuminated in the dim light.

How pretty.

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Posted this on my main but hello chat

Fanfic below, it takes place in my transformers continuity, Transformers: Neuro.

"What do you see, Malpractice?"

Shockwave asks, voice low and charged, hoping to gauge the reaction of the procedure on Malpractice's mind.

Malpractice thrashes against his restraints, trying not to fight, but failing. He asked for this. He wanted this. He wanted to be fixed. And that's what he was getting.

"I-I see-!" Mal stammers out with a cry, humiliated at the sight of himself. He could see the way Megatron and Soundwave stood idly by with interest, and he knew that he looked utterly pathetic. Useless. This is why he's getting him processor cut. Because he feels too much shame.

"NghAGH!" He sobs, feeling the pick stab through the socket of his optics. "It HURTS!" he bangs the back of his helm against the gurney, feeling the energon flow from the corner of his socket, where the pick settles untouched by Shockwave's servo.

"Quiet down. Tell me what you see, Malpractice." Shockwave hushes the raging experiment, addressing him almost like some sort of agonized beast.

"I-I see- an alcove- wi-ith lambs," he cries, words slurring as he babbles each sentence. "Ble-aATING- aughhHH!! A-A mural of the m-o-oon!" He convulses, optics squeezing shut, forcing the pick deeper. He sobs out, a sparkling, sensitive, in need of care, of compassion, knowing he will be receiving none. Not from Shockwave. Not from Megatron. Not from Primus.

"No." Shockwave replies coldly, pressing Malpractice down into the gurney using his shoulders. The poor bot begins to hiccup, settling in, though his whole faceplate throbs with an aching pain. "Relax, and we can continue with the operation." He turns to grab a cloth from his equipment, wiping away the tears and excrement from Malpractice's faceplate.

Malpractice leans in to whatever touch he can get, whatever tenderness is left for him, his bottom derma quivering with emotion as he realizes-

That this.. this is it for him.

Shockwave finishes cleaning the spillage, before continuing the procedure.

"Shockwave," Megatron's gritty voice cuts through the sound of Malpractice sniffling and calming down, addressing the "scientist."

"You were certain this would have no effect on Malpractice's optics." He scowls, but he's willing to hear the other bot out on this. "And yet, here he is, spilling energon. Explain."

"He will be just as efficient, though his movements have caused me to press just enough to make him bleed. It is a minor inconvenience, but not one I cannot get past."

Shockwave adjusts the pick, moving it about forty five degrees up, sideways, down.

And suddenly, Malpractice stops, optics dimming into grey voids-

I see an alcove. Lambs, organic life forms, unhurt, piling against one another, bleating in conversation, lovingly nuzzling their fellow sheep of the herd, a beautiful mural of the moons of cybertron painted delicately on the ceiling, illuminated in the dim light.

How pretty.

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INTRODUCTION

Hello! My name is Starscream. I am a writer and an artist. My pronouns are it/it's or he/him. I am autistic, I have OCD, ADD, and Bipolar disorder(diagnosed by professionals).

⚠️ warning ⚠️

My content will not be for sensitive people. There's nothing wrong with being sensitive, but if you are squeamish about gore, cannibalism, extreme and/or explicit violence and taboo material, I suggest do not follow.

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I am into things like

Transformers (This is my main fandom and special interest)

Rayman

Captain Laserhawk

Musicals (Starkid, Broadway, off Broadway, etc.)

Podcasts (Camp Here and There, The Magnus Archives, etc.)

Limbolane Games (Smile for Me, Great God Grove)

Baldur's Gate

The macabre/gore/cannibalism/satanic imagery

And more

DNI:

Anyone under 17, please

Zoophiles, Pedophiles, Basic DNI

I love exploring dark themes in my media so be aware! My art tag is #vampiricviolence (as this is my alt acc and I don't want people on my main seeing this art)