Beeps and Buzzes

🌍 ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 7 ✓

　　　　

Lugging Mikaela's dented toolbox down to the cellar, grateful for this place's impromptu closure as whatever creature dwelt inside wouldn't stop wailing.

It reached a point where you wanted to drop it down the stairs. Fortunately you settled for dumping it on Simmons table, happy to be rid of responsibility. If anything else, you'd served your purpose.

Watching on as Mikaela fiddled with its lock, everyone lingering close with nervous anticipation. Commenting on the whole thing being 'sad', Mikaela cast a fleeting look towards her boyfriend whom gave encouragement.

Personally, to you, this whole scenario was growing increasingly bizzare.

Released from it's confines, the beast from within lunged out. Uglier than predicted, crude craftsmanship and fouler attitude. To be clear, this thing seemed designed to only have one use. One use, one purpose, it never even fulfilled.

Tragic, honestly.

What it lacked in design, it more than made up for by having a colourful dictionary. Screeching as if it's life depended on it, swiping blindly having tasted only a few short seconds of freedom.

Disturbingly large optics glowering at everything within sight, disgusted by all that fell beneath it's crimson glare, cooling off just enough to articulate a sentence "I'm going to have so many Deceptions on your butt!"

Rendered silent just as fast upon Mikaela revealing a welding torch, pressing it super close to it's head in a threatening manner. To make a point clear; it could either sing like a songbird, or be silenced permenantly.

"Wasn't what I was expecting," you observed, scrutinising the foot tall Decepticon. Debating if this could genuinely he called a Decepticon "its like sad in a... I don't know, pugly sort of way?"

Sam huffed "trust me, they aren't all so cute and adorable" arms crossed stoically, glaring down this pint sized insult to Alien kind.

"You wanna say something to my face! C'mon! Say it, I dare you --"

"Hey! Behave!" Mikeala threatened, staring down the little menace that was evidently petrified of her.

Damn, what did this girl do to the poor thing? Felt like some greater underlying issues were going on with Mikaela... Otherwise she was just plain disturbed.

Kudos to her, though. Girl knew how to reach her audience.

The chain now wound tight around her wrist prevented the Deception from launching at anybody else. Although made a valient effort to chomp on Sam's arm.

"What is it? A Pet Deception?" Sam asked, flinching away from another attempted assault by cruel little talons.

"Yeah" she answered,

"And you're training him?"

"Trying to"

Simmons, who had remained unusually quiet, hadn't removed his gaze off the Deception. Eyes showing clear mental anguish, uttering in a kind of starstruck awe "I spent my whole adult life combing through planets in search of alien life, and your carrying one around in your bag like a Chihuahua"

The 'Con snapped its red eyes gaze to the former agent "you wanna throw down you pubic fro-head" an insult that you've never even heard of before, so bizarre in conception you almost laughed.

Yanking on the restraints again, grabbing the bot's attention, Mikaela cooed as one would a child "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about your eye, but if you're a good boy I won't torch your other eye. I won't torch it"