This is a headcanon I thought of the moment I put my phone down and tried to sleep.
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"You're not good enough." Megatron said to Ratchet with an angry tone. "...." Ratchet didn't say anything....his throat hurt from all the screaming and crying he did the past few months of being with him.
"Got nothing to say? Good. I'm going out." He left Ratchet there...scarred and afraid. He hugged himself and laid on the floor, sobbing and shaking. 'Help me...somebody help....' he whispered to himself.
'Ultra Magnus....' he curled up into a little ball and sobbed.
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Ratchet yawned as he walked through the slightly lit hallways. He whistled softly as he walked. He yawned again then stopped. He placed a hand on his neck and sighed. 'I can't stop thinking of him...and what he did.' He thought.
This abuse had gone on for 3 years and he just got worse and worse everyday....until Ultra Magnus was able to save him from his abusers grasp. He was grateful for his best friend. He smiled softly and continued walking, but no whistling this time.
"Good morning..." he said to Bumblebee and Sari who seemed to be the only ones up. They smiled and waved, "Afternoon Sleeping Beauty." They said in sync. "Shut up, it's only....HOLY SHIT IT'S 1:03?! ALREADY?!" He groaned and slid on the floor. "I woke up super late again..."
"Well that's good for you Doc, more rest for your old age." Ratchet flipped him off. "I hate you so much right now." He said. Bumblebee laughed.
Ratchet laid on the floor and groaned...
"These memories are just getting worse and worse..." Ratchet said to himself.
Sari looked at him and tilted her head. "What was that?" She asked. "Nothing..." Ratchet said from the floor.
"Is everything okay?" Optimus asked. "Yes." "No." He looked over at Ratchet who was on the floor. Ratchet sighed and got up. "I woke up late again..." "That's good." Ratchet shrugged. "I don't know...." he shook his head to get a thought of his head.
He placed his hand on his neck again, with a worried face. He moved his shirt collar up more. "I-I'm gonna...go to the bathroom..." he walked away with a scared face.
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He splashed water on his face and looked into the window. He saw an image of when he was with....his abuser. He slapped himself. "No...no stop...I can't...I can't...I can't be doing this!" He yelled at himself. "You should tell them..." "Easy for you to say fucker." Ratchet was not having it. "Hey, I'm just your conscious." They said. "You don't act like it. You would be counterclaiming everything you just said."
"I'm not that type of conscious." "Cool, now I'm crazy. I'm not feeling well today so please, shut the fuck up before I stab your sorry ass." Ratchet threatened himself picking up some scissors and pointed them at his own eyeballs.
The figure then disappeared. "Thank you." He sighed and stared at the mirror. "Maybe I should tell them...no no...I should just keep it to myself..." Ratchet nodded and left the bathroom.
He then looked at everyone who was outside at the door. "Did something happen?" He asked. "You were talking to yourself again...are you okay? Do we need to call a therapist?" Optimus asked.
Ratchet's face then went to fear again.
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"How do you feel Ratchet?" His therapist asked. "Like shit." Ratchet answered with his face being covered by his hands. "Why is that?" Ratchet looked up at him and his face changed from fear to anger. ""Why is that"?! LOOK AT ME! I have been abused by my own lover! Why else would I feel like that?!" His voice cracked a little and he sat back down realizing he just stood up.
