#thank you evil robot skeleton for understanding my pain

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Sometimes Villains Cry too

PART A/Chapter 1

[Word Count: 1867]

Description: Evil Xisuma now have to sleep with one eye open, he dared to put this much trust into someone. 

It was a stormy day.

For once, Evil Xisuma wasn’t really thinking of bothering anyone today. Maybe only a few kills here and there just to pretend he actually gave a shit. Who knows.

He reached the location of one of Zed’s pyramid base. Ex normally would have not come on a hermit’s request, but it was his closest and perhaps the only friend, even by just the little amount that he trusts him. The villain entered the triangular building and peeked down the large cacti and sugar cane from that his friend is starting to build.

“Rex? Is that you?” A familiar voice called out to him, it came from the bottom of the pyramid.

He rarely spoke, there was never any reason to when words did flow out, his voice was raspy for the lack of usage of his vocal cords, and this time was no different. “Yea, it’s me,” Ex replied, patting off some of the sand that ended up on his suit. Zed had started to call him Rex for some bizarre reason, not that he minded it. It felt nice to not be called evil for once.

He took the bubble elevator down to the bottom of the pyramid, it’s yellow sandstone glistening and cracked under the hot sun. If he was anyone else he would probably be sweating like a dog.

When he had approached the bottom, there was a door, he had thought nothing of it; Zed was the one person he trusted, and he should believe that he wouldn’t play any tricks on him! Right?

Ex opened the iron door with the press of a button on the side, and the door clicked open, hitting the ice that was on the side harshly. The white-haired individual walked into the room, it was simply decorated, with two wooden chairs. And a white bed, probably Zed’s personal workspace.

“Eh, sorry, I’m still in the process of moving everything, moving can be quite messy y’know?” Zedaph spoke, closing one shulker box to only open another, while Ex made himself comfortable and sat onto one of the wooden chairs.

“So, what did you call me here for? You don’t normally talk to me unless we just so happen to see each other.” He heard himself say, before his friend turned around, with an uncertain look on his face, almost a look of regret. He raised an eyebrow in response.

“Well…” Zed started, and his hand moved behind the chest, and the sound of a button activated something.

This was definitely not going to end well.

The floor underneath them both disappeared, dropping him into an obsidian walled jail cell with only two iron bars as openings, while Zed dropped safely into a small water hole. Ex recovered from the sudden shock of moving so fast, he glanced around.

He could not focus on anything other than the man in the green suit, nearly identical to his. A low growl emitted from his mouth.

The evil counterpart launched himself at the iron bars, gripping onto it so hard that his knuckles turned white, a loud bang, shattering noise escaped from the bars. Zed visibly jumped back into the wall in surprise and in fear and turned away as he was too scared to hold eye contact.

“Y. O. U.” Evil Xisuma barely spoke that one word out, he was fuming, his fangs bearing. While his counterpart did not respond, his eyes did not change, and his helmet covered his face. His own helmet he had left behind in his base, seeing that he probably did not need it.

“How. Dare you? How dare you take away-” Ex began.

“I told him everything, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma interpreted him. “Don’t think you can fool Zedaph long under my watch.” He spoke calmly.

Evil Xisuma’s face twisted into one of hopelessness; then despair; and then quickly back into fury. He turned his sharp glare towards Zedaph on the other side of the room, who at this point was just trying to pretend he wasn’t here by shutting his eyes tightly.

“Did you believe him? Did you really think this is the right thing to do? HUH?! HUH?!!” He yowled, banging against the iron bars. “I thought we could be friends, Zed. I really thought we could.” Ex hissed. “Turns out you are nothing, but a damned, dirty liar.” Tears were threatening to spill out.

Zedaph looked at him from the sudden mention of his name in shock but then turned away quickly again. “I’m sorry.” He whispered.

“Enough of needlessly harassing people, Evil Xisuma.” Xisuma looked through the bars, “You’ve been torturing us long enough.” As he finished that sentence, Ex was suddenly pulled towards the ground by a splash of two potions behind him. Probably potions of weakness and slowness. Huh. Not too bad,

He struggled to stand up, groaning as he collapsed on the floor like a weakened animal, clawing and scratching at the ground with his fingers. The green armored one walked into the jail cell, with Zed following behind him. And motioned something. It was hard to listen when you are forced to the ground by weakness.

He felt arms hold him up and begin to drag him out from the cell, it was quite a struggle, and he would have laughed too if it wasn’t for that fact that this situation was nothing but tragic; betrayed by his only friend, and lead by that said friend to an unknown fate, probably banishment.

The thought of banishment shook him.

He had thought of it, and X had ever only used it as a threat, but this time? It’s going to happen.

And he won’t be able to do anything to stop it.

The weakness was getting to him.

Ex drifted into sleep.

He woke up, and found himself tied to a bed in an empty room that he had somehow ended up, with only Xisuma here now, Zed disappeared to nowhere. That’s good. He did not felt like look at that face right now.

The room itself was nothing spectacular, it was white, presumably, obsidian covered in white maps.

“I guess you finally win. Xisuma. You get to play with all your little puppets.” The white-haired man spoke, full of sarcasm and apathy. “I hope you have fun with your little game.”

“You are the only one who thinks it’s a game, dear brother.” Xisuma hissed, the first trace of emotion he showed through this whole process. “You have tortured them! You held them in your cells, and then what? You killed them over and over again!”

Evil Xisuma turned his head to the other side of the white room, looking away from Xisuma this time, trying to reach for a knife that he hid within his armor. “We both know that you’ve just brainwashed them. There is nothing good about you!” Ex snickered. And even without looking at his counterpart, he could tell that Xisuma was more than just frustrated.

“Talk what you will now, you’ll not be able to talk to anyone again after this,” X said, continue to type in commands into the console.

Ex tapped the knife against the metal bed he was laying out, making sure he was looking. He gripped the knife and passed it over to his other hand.

This was going to be some serious bullshit he’ll be pulling if he actually hit his target.

And it’ll be worth it.

He flung the knife towards Xisuma, originally aiming for the arms, but it ended up only stabbing him in the side of his left leg. X yelled in pain, and he was forced to step away from the console in the wall.

Ex could feel the effect of the weakness and slowness potion wearing out, he was regaining his strength. He tore the poorly done restraints on the bed, it was clearly not made for him at his top functionality. And began to run towards the opened door.

Suddenly, someone appeared from the doorway and tackled him.

It was Zedaph.

“YOU BITCH!” Ex screamed as he pushed his former friend to the side. And clenched him by the brown shirt that he had always wore. “I’ll make sure you regret forever betraying me.” He hissed lowly and began to engage in a full on a fist fight with one of the team ZIT members. Zed was clearly not giving up either, fighting back just equally as hard, but not as strong as the evil-doer.

“Rex, I’m sorry but you have to understand! I have to do what’s best for everyone! My friends!” The blonde tried to reason, as he manages to push Ex off for a single second. But was only thrown against the wall immediately.

“DON’T. CALL. ME. THAT.” He pushed out, the whirlpool of negative emotions are blurring his trains of thoughts. “There is nothing to understand. You betrayed me.” Evil Xisuma repeated again, and headed his clenched fist straight for Zed’s head, he braced for impact…

But nothing came.

And then, a sharp, ear piercing screaming. Along with a clank of an ax.

Zed forced his eyes open, all that greeted him was a splash of red absolutely everywhere.

The red-armored man was screaming at the top of his lungs, holding where his right arm used to be in pain, blood and tears mixed together on his face. His gleaming red eye were darting all over the place, unable to focus. Xisuma quickly rushed Zedaph out from the room, snapping the frozen man out from his daze.

Everything happened so quickly.

Ex was left in the room alone, now laying on the cold, white, unforgiving floor. Blood spilling out from where his arm used to fill. His breathing has begun to slow down, taking heavy, slow breaths.

This is it.

This is the end.

He won’t respawn; that’s how it's supposed to be.

He never meant to be here. He was an error from Xisuma respawning.

Out of his blurring vision. He saw a glimpse of a purple portal.

And out came two wither skeletons, along with a wither.

They carried him into the portal.

Back home.

To where he belongs.

Where he’ll be safe.

From betrayal.

From Harm.

From everything.

And that was how it was for a while. Evil Xisuma completely stopped appearing in the hermitcraft world and stayed in his fortress in the nether for nearly 4 months. Recovering from the trauma, he was saved from the brink of death thanks to the couple of healing and recovery potions he had saved up. But nothing was going to save his mental state.

One of the withers came back one day with a robotic prosthetic and gave it to him, he recognized which wither it was; It was the first one he had to summon. He knew the wither only meant good, but seeing the robotic arm only made him even more depressed and reminded him that his arm is never coming back. That a part of him is completely gone.

He hated this.

Nothing ever goes his way.

Everything always gets ruined by that. Damned. Xisuma.

And so he cried again.

And the day after.

And after.

And after...

[petitelepus]

Decepticon For Life, Part. 7

New chapter!

’It was the last day of nursery school before summer and the first year of grade school. You had a fun time playing tag and hide-and-seek with your friends, building block houses, drawing dragons and craft peacocks from colorful paper. By the end of the day you all got juice and oatmeal cookies and everyone got their own floating helium balloon!

You were waiting for your mother inside the school while eating a cookie and talking with your friends.

”I hope we get into the same class!” Your friend smiled as she sipped her orange juice. You pouted and took a bit bite of your cookie before talking with your mouth full of it. ”If I don’t get to the same class as you I won’t eat at school!"

”You have to eat or you turn into a skeleton.” Your friend noted at you and you swallowed your cookie. ”Then I’ll be the cutest skeleton ever!”

She laughed and opened another juice box. ”Then I will become a ghost and we can be friends forever!”

You smiled widely and took a sip of your juice. ”Deal!”

”(Y/n)! Your mother is in here to pick you up!” The teacher called you from the doorway and sure enough, your mother was standing there right beside her. She was smiling kindly to you and patiently waited for you to come so you could all get home and start spending summer.

You glanced at your friend and smiled at her excitedly. ”Wanna come over to my place? We could play with my horses!” You meant your toys obviously, but sadly your friend shook her head.

”I can’t. Daddy takes me to piano lessons after this.”

”What about after your lessons?”

”I’m free then. I just need to ask my mommy if it’s okay.”

”Great, it’s a promise!” You cheered excitedly and jumped up from your little kiddy seat with your red balloon’s string in your hand. You waved to your friend as you went to your mom and teacher. They were talking to each other, but once you joined them the attention was purely on you.

”I hope you had fun today (Y/n).” Your teacher said as she smiled a little sadly to you. ”I hope you will have fun at your new school also.”

”I hope so.” You said and opened your arms. Your teacher took the hint and bent down to get a hug from you. She hugged you back just as happily and you smiled when you two pulled back. ”I hope you have fun with new children!”

”I will as long as you have fun at school learning.”

”I won’t make promises.”

Your teacher giggled and your mother pulled you to a side. ”Alright (Y/n), time to put the shoes on!”

You smiled and waved to your teacher. ”Bye-bye!”

She waved back at you and you and your mother took a seat on the bench to put your shoes on. You gave your balloon to your mother and started to put on your shoes.

”Do you want mommy to help you?” Your mom asked and you shook your head stubbornly. ”I’m a big girl, I wanna do it myself.”

Your mother giggled and with a little struggle on your part you got your shoes on. Your mother gave you your balloon back and took your free hand to hers as you both exited the school building. Once you were outside you were immediately struck by the sound of a child crying their eyes out.

You looked at the source of the voice and saw a boy, year or two younger than you, crying his eyes out while holding a string and popped balloon’s leftovers in his hand. His mother tried to cheer him up and make him stop crying by offering him ice cream, but the crying continued.

The farther you walked from the scene the worst you felt and with a little nudge of your hand, you got your mother’s attention. ”Mommy I’ll be back soon.” You promised as you let go of her hand and ran up to the other mother and her crying child.

The mother noticed you first and then her son and at the sight of your intact and flying balloon he sniffled sadly. With a happy smile, you offered your balloon to him. ”Here, you can have my balloon.”

The boy sniffled, but after a moment of just staring at you he took the balloon reluctantly from you and started to dry his eyes with the back of his hands. The mother smiled thankfully and kindly to you. ”Thank you so much…!”

You smiled brightly like a thousand suns. ”You’re welcome! Happy summer!” You wished before turning and running back to your mother. You linked your hands again and started walking again.

”That was really kind of you to give your balloon to that little boy.” Your mother said with a proud smile. You nodded and kicked your legs absentmindedly. ”If I was crying I wish someone would do same for me.” You confessed.

Your mother smiled. ”Since you were such a kind girl how about we get some ice cream on our way to home?”

You turned to look at your mother excitedly and jumped in joy. ”Can we?! You sure?”

Your mother nodded and you cheered happily at the idea of ice cream for lunch.

Suddenly a group of younger children ran straight through you and your mother. In their rush to get inside, they broke the hold you and your mother shared and shoved you on the ground.

You hit the hard surface painfully, the back of your head banging behind you. Your eyes snapped open more in shock than pain, but all you could see were bright blinding lights. You tried to look around and see where your mother was, but instead of a green nursery school parking lot, you saw a laboratory of some sort.

Your breath hitched in fear and you tried to sit up, but something held you back. You looked down the best you could and you saw steel cuffs wrapped around your neck, upper arms, wrists, ankles, and thighs, completely tying you down.

”Where am I!?” You called out, fear freezing the blood in your veins and making you shiver as tears threatened to fall down your cheeks. ”Help! Somebody help!”

”What did I say about screaming?” A monotone emotionless voice asked. You tried to whip your head towards the sound, but the cuff around your neck wouldn’t let you move your head enough. The owner of voice walked to your side and you saw he was a red giant robot with yellow glasses. You shivered at the sight of him, an act that he didn’t bother minding.

”You’re spending your energy on pointless screaming. There is no one here who will come to aid you. Your Decepticon allies can’t help you here.” The bot said as he wrote something down on the pad in his hands. You whimpered and tried to yank your arms and legs free, but the cuffs wouldn’t give in.

The door on another side of the room opened and another bot walked in, this one white with shades of grey, some green, and red crest and looked like it had a beard.

”What’s all the noise Percy? It’s like a cybercat is being killed here!” The robot said as he rubbed his head and gave a red bot annoyed look. The red robot returned the look with emotionless one. ”Subject has been screaming despite my suggestions to save her strength for our tests.”

The other bot looked at your scared form and smiled a little. ”Aww, you must have made her feel scared. Did you even explain what we were going to do to her?”

”I saw no reason to educate a Decepticon for what experiments we are going to perform on her frame.” The red bot said. The other one sighed and you cried out. ”Who are you!? Why are you doing this!?”

”Sorry, my habits. I’m Wheeljack, the most brilliant scientist ever lived—!”

”Self-proclaimed.”

”And this is my best friend Perceptor!” He laughed lightly, pulling a stool from under your table and took a seat next to you. ”Now, for your sake, we’ll keep this simple since you probably don’t understand science talk.”

You sobbed, tears gleaming in your eyes. ”Please, just let me go…! I won’t tell anyone anything…!”

”That we can’t do. Now you know you might be an evil galaxy ruling Decepticon, but the calmer and more relaxed you are then we’re more likely not going to have any complications. We don’t want any issues when your frame may try to fight against any modifications we are going to install on you.” Wheeljack didn’t offer you any sympathy, but at least he was educating you about your situation a little bit. Whatever your situation now was.

”I heard you got yourself land alt mode modifications installed when you sneaked into Cybertron! This is kinda like it, but our modifications come with high risks and dangers, but it’s all for science! If we succeed today you might be our newest invention against your kind! You understand that, don’t you?”

You sobbed more and tried your hardest to pull and fight against your retains. Wheeljack got up and pushed the stool under your table. ”Well, I guess it’s useless to talk sense to a Con.”

Perceptor walked up to his colleague with a little memory card pinched between his fingers. ”Would you mind shutting her for this? I believe it will be more  need to prepare forceps for operation.”

”You’re going to cut me open!?” Now you were full-blown crying in horror. Both scientists ignored you like you weren’t even there in favor of talking about what they were going to do to you.

”Should we reserve a surgeon already? We didn’t have a need for one with earlier volunteers since they were Autobots, but she’s a Decepticon, so…?”

”Once we’re certain that operation is successful. Then we have a valid reason to pull a surgeon from the battlefield or one from the capital hospital. Until then, we shall perform any operation necessary.”

”Sounds good to me.” The one who called himself Wheeljack turned to you and reached towards your head. You started crying harder and shake your head, but he took a hold of the head and with a snap and click you felt your head snap open. You screamed harder and both scientists made a face at the noises you made.

”Would you please silence her?” Perceptor asked as he picked up a sharp tool that looked like it was going to be used to both cut you open and spread your ribs open wide.

”I’m on it!” Wheeljack grunted and pushed tiny memory card into your bare brains. The reaction was instant, your body jumped on its own accord and suddenly went limp, and everything in your eyes turned into ones and zeros to darkness…’

You woke up with a jolt, your cooling fans running on high speed and your frame heated. You gasped for breath and moved your hand to your helm, fearing it was still open and your inner processor was out for the whole world to see. Your hands met your helm’s finials and you didn’t feel any different than normal.

You sighed in relief, but the adrenaline or whatever rush coding kept your spark jumping was still running through your lines and pipes. You checked the time and came to the conclusion that you had recharged enough for a mech your size. The clock was ticking and your recharge rhythm was messed up.

So you got up on your shaky pedes, left your chamber and walked towards the main chamber where your superiors must have been. Maybe lord Megatron could give you a mission, work or cleaning job, anything to drag your mind off from the horrible dream you had.

What was it? The first part felt so familiar like it was a memory, but it appeared to be a human being's memory when rest of the dream reminded you from the nightmare you had days ago when you fell to forest greenery.

In your thoughts, you run straight into something. Yelping in shock, you jumped backward and looked up. You run straight into Lugnut. You swallowed and quickly saluted your superior mech. ”S— sir Lugnut! I— I’m so sorry for running into you, I was just—!”

”Lord Megatron wants to see you.” He said and turned around to leave, but you were baffled. He wasn’t yelling like he usually was or snapping at you. That left you speechless. When you weren’t following him immediately he glanced back at you, his only optic zooming into you. ”Don’t keep our savior waiting!”

”N- no sir!” You yelped and quickly ran after him. Without looking at you Lugnut talked. ”This is a proud moment for you! When you get your chance you kneel before our glorious Lord and do as he says!”

”Yes, sir.” You said. You get walking until you and Lugnut were in the main chamber. Lord Megatron was there and so was Blitzwing. Lugnut joined Megatron’s other side and left you standing behind. All three Decepticons were standing in the middle of the room and looking at you, waiting for you to take your place.

Remembering what Lugnut told you, you walked before Lord Megatron. Your lord nodded in a pleasing manner and raised his hand. ”The time has come to officially initiate you in ranks of the Decepticons.”

Your motors stuttered. He was going to make you a real Decepticon now?! Oh no, you were so excited and nervous! Were you ready for this?

You were ready for this. This is all you wanted. You wanted to prove yourself to your lord and you had done it by shooting at Autobots and returning back to your lord’s side when you got separated from him. You took a deep breath, onlined your optics and immediately fell to your knees before Megatron.

Lord Megatron stood before you, tall, proud and almighty as he looked down at you. Sir Blitzwing and Lugnut stood by his sides, both holding purple lights in their hands. As soon as your knees hit the ground the ceremony started.

”Repeat after me! I pledge my unquestioning loyalty to Megatron and the Decepticon cause.” Lord Megatron ordered. You bowed your head in respect and held your hand over your spark chamber as you repeated what your lord told you.

”I shall devote my spark to achieving our goal of a Decepticon controlled Cybertron… by any means necessary…!” You noticed that your leader put pressure on certain words and you took those words literally to your spark as you repeated his words perfectly.

”And annihilate all who have driven us from our rightful homeworld.” You were eager to learn what kind of place Cybertron was and even more to learn what kind of home Megatron would turn it for you.

”Surrender is not an option…!” Never. You swore you would fight for your lord with your whole being. He had been nothing but a kind, fair and amazing leader to you once he learned that you weren’t enemy, but his precious subordinate and he treated you as nothing less. Least you could do was to make sure that he would take his rightful place as ruler of Cybertron.

Your leader nodded, obviously pleased with you. ”Welcome brave Decepticon.” He reached to the side and picked up branding iron with Decepticon symbol sizzling and sparking with purple electricity licking the symbol.

Your spark skipped a pulse in fear, but you forced any doubt you had down. This was what you wanted and wished for. To be a Decepticon again! To serve your lord and savior Megatron!

”Raise your helm! Your destiny awaits…!”

With a deep inhale, you raised your head and moved your hand to your side. Lord Megatron offered no more words as he had blessed you with so many already and he jammed the burning hot branding iron straight in the middle of your chassis, right over the Autobot symbol.

You screeched in blinding pain. Everything went white as electricity wrecked through your body, the metal electrocuting every sensor in your frame and burning you from inside out. Megatron held the iron against you only a few seconds, but the pain was unreal. He pulled the iron off from your chassis and the pain went away, but the aftershock stayed.

You fell on your side on the ground, clutching your burning sides and whimpering in pain as your body slowly stopped spamming in pain. You focused on calming yourself, not caring or noticing how all optics were on your pathetic little form.

Megatron gave the cooling branding iron to Lugnut who took it humbly and then turned to look at you. ”Rise up and serve your master!”

New order in your processor, you forced yourself to push your frame up and rise up to your pedes until you stood before your lord. The Decepticon lord smirked in satisfaction and motioned Blitzwing briefly with his hand. ”Bring her a mirror. Let her see how she has been reborn.”

Blitzwing walked off to the side and quickly returned with a mirror in his hands. He was kind enough to hold the mirror for you as you walked up to him and took a first look at yourself.

What you saw took your breath away.

Your dirty grey frame had turned black and shiny, bright and gleaming raspberry colored biolights decorated your armor’s seams and lines, your previous golden optics had turned crimson like your superior’s optics and the wretched Autobot slave symbol was gone and in its place was your gorgeous Decepticon symbol.

”I— I— I’m…! Is that really me…?” You awed in wonder as you turned your helm to a side to side to see yourself from different angles. Suddenly there was a hand on your shoulder, making you flinch and you looked over your shoulder to see lord Megatron standing behind you.

”This is you reborn as powerful Decepticon again.” Your leader gave your shoulder a tight squeeze and you visibly shivered under his hand. ”From this day onwards you shall be called Dreadtrap.”

”Dreadtrap…” You repeated like in trance. You glanced at Blitzwing and Lugnut in wonder and they both nodded at you. ”Velcome Dreadtrap.”

”Serve Lord Megatron well!”

You smiled and nodded. You were going to bring honor and greatness to Decepticons, you swore it on your life! Megatron let go of you and motioned everyone to leave. ”The ceremony is over. Go fetch yourself some oil and fuel up. Blitzwing and Lugnut! You two stay with me.”

You nodded and left the tree superiors alone as you went to your lord’s private chamber where he held the oil. You were more than happy to help yourself some, it had been ages since you last time tasted that delicious oil that satisfied the pickiest thirst you had ever had.

You gladly poured yourself a tiny goblet of oil, not daring to take too much of your lord’s oil in fear of him feeling disappointed or perhaps angry at you. You knew he would never raise his voice at you, or at least you hoped he wouldn’t, but you could never too careful as you didn’t want to use his generosity out.

Speaking of generosity, you should thank Megatron for allowing you a goblet of his best oil! You knew you could take him a goblet! He must have become thirsty after the ceremony! You downed your goblet in one delicious go and rushed to your lord’s seat where he held his personal goblet.

You filled the goblet and carefully took it upstairs to Megatron.

”Megatron, you old warmonger! It’s been stellar cycles!”

To your surprise, he wasn’t alone. Well, he was alone, but not. He was talking to someone over the comm screen. A mech you had never seen or then you had, but couldn’t remember. There wasn’t anything that really stuck out on him, but his big purple eyes really stuck you. Also, he had a voice with a certain charm in it.

”I can’t tell you how tickled I was when I heard that my favorite customer was still online!” The mech leaned in closer to the camera. ”You look great by the way.”

”Oh, spare me from platitudes Swindle.” Lord Megatron snapped. You shivered little in your spot out of sight. He didn’t sound so pleased. Was he angry? ”How did you get this frequency?”

”Mutual bounty-hunting friend provided it for an exchange of a weapon or two. Professional scruples prevent me from revealing his name.” The mech, Swindle smiled wide and you had a feeling it was about this bounty hunter he was talking about.

”Scruples? You’d sell your own motherboard to the highest bidder.” Megatron scoffed and Swindle laughed out loud with real joy. ”Ha ha ha! But enough about me! What would you say if I told you I had a machine that could shut down all electromechanical systems? We’re talking the perfect weapon to defeat and destroy your Autobot enemies.”

”I would say I might be interested if it truly does as you claim…!”

”Well as the vehicle dealers say here on Earth, you can’t expect the customer to buy a car without giving it a test drive! So I’ve arranged a little demo…!” Swindle walked up to a machine and pushed a button. An electric green wave flashed through the camera and you held your breath as you watched the whole Detroit city shut down.

”Are you seeing this? Are you loving this? Every machine, every robot in Detroit invulnerable! I could spring a leak, I’m so excited!” He truly sounded excited. You felt your oil bubbling in a weird manner in your system. He was genuinely so happy, you couldn’t almost handle it.

He kept his sale speak going. ”Now, picture this, all your enemies completely immobile, completely aware of everything around them, but completely helpless to move or speak! A fate even worse than going offline…! Eh, eh?” He leaned towards the camera, a big smile on his face. ”So? Do we have a deal or what?”

You held your fans quiet as silence fell between mechs. Finally, Megatron nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but your fans stuttered suddenly and your lord whipped around to see who was intruding his private talk with an arms dealer. You froze in your place as his optics landed on you and you feared for your life as you saw him squint his optics at you in anger.

But just like that, it was gone. There was no anger or hate in his optics, only amusement as he beckoned you over. ”Dreadtrap. Come here.”

You gulped and with shaky legs made your way to your leader. Your hands were shaking like crazy, but you willed them to stay still as you offered the goblet of oil to great big mech before you. ”I— I thought you would like some oil lord Megatron…! I— I’m sorry if I intruded…!”

”My my, what do you have there you old turbofox!” Swindle laughed with a smile. ”Hello, there beauty! The name’s Swindle, the best arms dealer in the whole galaxy! If you’re ever looking for a gun, a forcefield, new set of wings or perhaps a total makeover I’m the mech you call for!”

For some reason, the oil in your face heated up. He was so smooth talking and despite being selling you his services, it sounded a lot like he was hitting on you. The act didn’t go unappreciated. ”T- thank you.”

Lord Megatron turned to you and took the oil from your hands. ”Thank you. That was thoughtful of you.”

You smiled shyly and nodded happily to him. ”Pleasure to serve.”

”Speaking of serving… I have a mission for you.”

”Anything my lord.”

”Go to Detroit and fetch this gun Swindle here is offering to provide for us,” Megatron said and Swindle butted in. ”For a price, of course!”

”Yes… Go and I’ll send you coordinates soon. If you succeed on this, the whole war may be won by Decepticons.”

”I’ll go right away, sir!” You twirled around on your heels, transformed midway and speeded off into the cave system that lead outside. You were so giddy, your first mission as a Decepticon and it was an important one! You didn’t have any room to screw this up! You sped up as fast as you could fly.

The night sky was out and you could see the city lights in the distance. There was a bing in your commlink and you received coordinates that were promised to you. It didn’t take you long to make it to the point of the meeting, but you noticed from far that something was wrong.

You transformed midair and landed on a close skyscraper near Sumdac tower to better see what was going on. All the machinery was working again and there were police cars and worse of all Autobots!

You looked around, trying to see Swindle but the mech didn’t catch your eyes. Was he taken by Autobots? You felt your oil boiling and your gun buzzing with electricity to be used. You thought your chances. Take a shot at Autobots and possibly take down one or two of them or run back to Megatron with your tail between your legs?

It wasn’t a hard decision for you to make. You took your gun out and took an aim. The yellow little Autobot looked like someone that would be easy to take out, purely by his small size. You were ready to take a shot when your commlink binged.

’Return to the base Dreadtrap. The Autobots have taken Swindle and the gun.’ It was lord Megatron and he didn’t sound so pleased. You tried to talk to him. ”Lord Megatron, I’m at the scene where Autobots are! I could—!”

’Return at once!’ The link went dead. You cursed in your mind, fear and anger burning and confusing your processor. You were fearful that Megatron would be mad or punish you and you were so mad for Autobots.

This was their fault! If they hadn’t stopped your plans then you would have gotten the gun and lord Megatron would be pleased with you! Now because of them lord Megatron would be angry and punish you…!

You wanted to take a shot, you wanted it so badly, but orders were meant to be followed. That in mind you transformed and took off. Little did you know someone saw you.

”Huh?”

”What is it Sari?” Optimus asked from his little human friend. Sari scowled and glanced at her Autobot friends. ”Is it just me or did anyone else see something weird?”

”This night can’t get any weirder than it is.” Bumblebee jabbed and Sari gave him a look. ”I’m serious, I saw something!”

”Maybe it’s the clock getting to you. Man, I sure am sleepy!”

”Whatever it is, we should all head back to base for the night. We have a new day tomorrow.” Optimus ordered. The rest of the Autobots agreed with him, but Sari was left with an uneasy feeling in her gut. And her gut was never wrong.

Back in Decepticon base however…

”I’m so sorry Lord Megatron!” You cried in fear as you fell on your knees before your lord and begged forgiveness. ”If I had been just a little faster then I could have gotten the gun…! I’m so sorry I let you down!”

Megatron stared down at you with a scowl and you didn’t even dare to look up at him. You were so afraid for anything to happen. You were so nervous that you were actually squeezing your servos so hard that you almost felt them dent. You heard his heavy pedes as he walked up to you and you braced yourself for the worst.

Which never came. Lord Megatron walked past you and didn’t even look at you. Shocked as you were you raised your head a little and stole a peek at him from the corner of your optic. Megatron walked up to table and picked up something before he turned back to you.

You flinched and quickly moved your head back forwards. Your leader walked past you and you felt your spark skip when you saw him stop before you. You raised your head in shock and he scowled down at you.

”Raise your helm. It wasn’t your fault mission failed, but that fool Swindle’s fault.” He said as he took a sip of his oil, his optics never leaving your small form at his pedes. You swallowed and nodded shakily before your eyes lowered to the ground again.

”B- but—!”

”No buts! Get up and clean up!”

”B- but I’m not even—!” Your words were cut off as you felt something fall over your helm and trickle down your frame and through your armor’s seams. Your optics fizzled as you realized what had happened. Lord Megatron had poured his oil on you.

There was a clank as the goblet was dropped in front of your face on the ground and you just sat there on your knees as Megatron walked past you. ”Clean up and forget those Autobots. You will have your revenge on them. I ensure you that…!”

The chamber grew quiet as Megatron left and you slowly pushed yourself up on your pedes. You looked at your hands where oil pooled to your palms. You tilted them inwards and oil leaked down your hands to the ground.

Finally, you smiled and sighed in relief.

Lord Megatron wasn’t angry at you. He didn’t punish you. You were still his loyal Decepticon. You swore as you walked towards the cave that would take you to stream to clean up that next time you wouldn’t disappoint him.

Next time you would make him proud to call you his Decepticon.

[thecreativeangel]

The Town of Forgetting: II

Slow Burn!Richie Tozier x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Summary: Things have changed for the worse at Derry, and even Beverly didn’t know. Mike looks murdurous, Bill’s bones are showing, Eddie’s eye is always twitching and Richie looks like a zombie, Ben and Stan are still missing and you have never felt more alone in a school full of kids.

Warnings: Cursing, minor violence, an appearance by a certain evil clown.

Words: 974

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“You lied Bev.”

“Good morning to you too.” Beverly replied sleepily, yawning through the crappy payphone. “Why the hell are you up so early? It’s like six a.m.”

“School starts early. I-” You pause. What would you tell her? That you’re scared of her old friend? That you bumped into Gretta Keene on the second day of school and made another enemy? That everyone in Derry was lifeless and cold? “You lied to me. About the losers.”

She hums slowly. “How so?”

You tap your foot rapidly, knowing the payphone would need another quarter soon and you were all out. “They’re-they’re dark.This whole town is gray-and there’s red! Just flares of red and I don’t know why! It’s fading! Can they fade? Bev you gotta help me, I think-”

“Whoa, slow down.” Beverly says, now very awake. “You mean their auras? That bullshit?”

“They’re grey, Bev.” You say, nervously playing with the phone’s cord. “I don’t know what grey is! I saw a girl in the alley and there were some boys… S-she almost got hurt and no one helped. They walked by like it was nothing.”

“That’s...different.” Beverly says. “How are the boys? Why’re they dark?”

“Mike looks like he’s gonna kill me, Bill looks like a skeleton,” You rant, balancing the phone between your shoulder and ear. “Richie looks dead… I haven’t seen Ben or Stan yet-but it’s only been a couple weeks!”

“Have you seen a clown.” Beverly asks sternly. You blink twice, not understanding why she asked.

“Have you seen a clown.” She repeats frantically, half yelling into the phone.

“Jesus- No, I haven’t seen a fucking clown!” You whisper quickly, ignoring the weird looks people were giving you outside the phone booth. “Bev, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?”

“I c-can’t explain now,” She stammers. “Auntie’s screaming at me to get ready. But uh… If you see a clown or something creepy- run. I’m not kidding. Run from that goddamn town if you need to. Never stop.”

There was yelling on the other side of the phone. “I’m sorry (Name), I have to go.”

“Bev this is pure shit.” You growl. “What’s going on? Don’t you dare hang up. Don’t you-”

The phone beeped shrilly and a woman’s robotic voice stated that the payphone needed another quarter. You cursed loudly, slamming the phone back into place and giving the telephone booth wall a furious kick.

And you’re even more surprised when someone kicks back. Looking up from the floor, behind the dirty glass is Gretta, smirking at you, two of her friends behind her.

“Get off me!” You scream, gripping Gretta’s wrist as she dragged you across the street by your hair. Her two friends giggled and kicked at your heels, making you stumbled and Gretta pull your hair a bt tighter. They drag you to the behind the school and no passers by seem to care. But you already knew they wouldn’t

“I said-”

“You didn’t say anything you little bitch,” Friend Number One says, and the other one titters. “You’re going to be very quiet from now on.”

“Shut up Becca and let me do what I need to do.” Gretta snaps, throwing you against the brick wall. Before your back painfully collided with the hard surface she had a grip on your hair again, bunching it up in her fist and almost lifting you off the ground. You grit your teeth at the sudden flashes of pain on the top of your scalp.

“Why are you doing this?” You manage through clenched teeth. “I bump into you once or twice and you go fucking nuts?”

“Oh god, you just want to have the shit beaten out of you,” Gretta laughs and smacks her gum noisily. “I love the shirt you’re wearing by the way! This looks like something my dog would wear.”

“It’s Pink Floyd, douchebag.” You say, trying to rip her hands off your hair.

She yanks your hair up and slams your head against the wall again, leaning down to chew her gum near your face. “I saw you looking at Tozier. Got a little crush, have you?”

“Off me. Now.” You grumble. As if on cue, the moment of quiet is interrupted by footsteps and Richie Tozier round the corner, a cigarette in his mouth. Gretta turned around and watched him pass by, still holding your hair. Your eyes followed him, hoping he’d take his headphones off and see you. He glanced your way and for a moment, you felt the first sign of hope since coming to this fucked up town, but Richie looked away with a bored expression and kept walking. He walked away like everyone else, the gray aura above his head forming out of nowhere like a cloud and swirling around like a thunderstorm.

“Damn, I really thought he was going to save his little girlfriend.” Gretta taunts, snaking her hand over your throat, raising you into the air. Friend Number Two took her gum out and carefully stuck it on your t-shirt. You watched helplessly as Richie left, your eyes darting from him to Gretta, and then… To something behind her. Maybe it was the black spots appearing in your vision, but there was a figure standing behind a tree. You were sure of it. A tall, red and white figure with flaming hair that eyed you like nothing more than its next meal-

Gretta yanks at your hair again, forcing you to look at her.

“F-fuck you…” You choke out, feet kicking the air.

Gretta sighs dramatically. “Most people wish they could. Oh well.”

She banged your head against the brick wall once, twice, three times. You lost count after five, and stopped struggling after nine. The last thought that crossed your mind was how much you hated Richard Tozier.

And then there was nothing.

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[afleetofships]

If you are still taking requests , pls How about some good old fashioned Mantauri angst?

I don’t know how old-fashioned it is, but sure, I’ll go for it. :P

Antauri stepped outside of the Super Robot and looked around at the grassy scenery around him. It took him a few moments, but he finally found the monkey that he was looking for: sitting on a bench, staring at the city in front of him.

Antauri stepped forward, making small movements so he wouldn’t startle the other one. When he was close enough, he said in a calm tone, “I used to meditate here frequently. The calm nature of this meadow and the whole view of the city in front of me. It puts the mind at ease.”

“I remember that,” Mandarin said, not looking at Antauri right away. “You used to invite me out here since you ‘saw negative energy’ coming from me. You told me it would help me to relieve my stress. I always turned you down. Told you it was a waste of time.” Mandarin finally turned to look at Antauri. “I should have listened to you.”

“None of us could have anticipated what would’ve happened to you,” Antauri said as he sat on the bench next to Mandarin. “Much like the Fire of Hate did to Sparx, you were consumed by evil. And you managed to beat it.”

“Several years too late,” Mandarin said, staring straight forward at the city. “I have inflicted so many tragedies upon this city, and upon the Hyperforce. I was your leader, and I betrayed you all.”

“You mustn’t live in the past,” Antauri said. “You can only look towards the future.”

“Normally I would agree with your wisdom, Antauri,” Mandarin said. “But my past will continue to haunt me for the rest of my life. There’s no stopping that.” Mandarin looked down at the ground. “Today... I was ostracized from the Super Robot. It seems not everyone has fully accepted my return, or accepted my deepest apologies. Nova had quite a fit. Sparx had to use all of his strength to keep her from beating me to nothingness.”

“I apologize for her behavior,” Antauri said. “She had a very poor relationship with you before you turned towards Skeleton King’s team. All of that anger towards you only seemed to fester over the past several years, and now she’s finally getting the chance to let it all out.”

“I wish I could tell her that I never wanted to cause her this much pain and suffering,” Mandarin said.

“I’m sure she’ll understand in due time,” Antauri said as he wrapped his arm around Mandarin’s back shoulders. “We both came into this knowing that this would take time. Apologies and recovery doesn’t happen overnight.”

Mandarin paused for a moment, feeling Antauri’s arm go around him. Even if it was just cold metal, he could still “feel” Antauri’s warmth. “Then why didn’t it take you time? Why do you care so much about me?”

“Because I know the true Mandarin before your transformation,” Antauri said. “I know how much you cared. I know how passionate you are about this city.” Antauri kissed Mandarin’s cheek. “Those are the traits I hold you accountable for. Those are the traits I know I can expect from you.”

Mandarin slowly smiled. “Thank you, Antauri. I.... I love you, Antauri.”

Antauri rubbed Mandarin’s shoulder. “I love you too, Mandarin.”