~Little Witch~ { A TFP Fanfic }

Chapter 8

(CW: Werewolf transformation, mentioned communism, mentioned death)

Rouge slowly turned his head to look at Ratchet, who was glaring at the child like he killed his mother, also wondering what the hell he was doing.

The witch quickly glanced around the room until he found a big cloth and threw it over the pot. He faced Ratchet fully, causing Ratch to raise one of his optic ridges.

"What in the pit of Kaon are you doing in my lab?" the bot exclaimed. He looked around to see chemicals on the table, only then he realized that in his exhilaration he hadn't seen some odd looking equipment and a tray with labeled beakers like 'Cyber-Acid'. A huge bookshelf with about 50 different books about different things, medical books, life on earth, chemicals, how the human body works and about 3 dictionaries. Atop a bare spot on the shelf sat another photo of Ratchet, Optimus, and the big gray bot from before.

As Rouge and Mario gaped in awe, Ratchet moved closer to him. When the werewolf looked up he saw Ratchet was looming over him like their lord and savior Satan. "If you wanted to use my lab you could have asked, what are you doing anyway?" he pried. But Rogues attention was elsewhere.

The cloth on the pot fell off, revealing a pink and blue balloon with vine-green decorations, getting higher and higher. The cloth landed at Rogues feet. Which he picked up and fiddled with nervously. The balloon floated above the pot, before stopping as if gravity was just a theory. Confusing Ratchet and scaring Rouge.

The room was alerted with a loud, POP! but when it did, it sounded oddly like a clown nose being pressed.

honk..

Confetti flew out of the popped-balloon, some of its remains getting on Ratchet's face. A small child - about the height of Rogue's knees - fell out of the deflated balloon. Landing softly on the ground. The redhead gasped and ran up to them while Ratchet stood looking at the scene looking dazed. Mario leaped off the werewolf and ran to the bot.

Rogue picked up the child and lifted it up, being alerted by the sound of several small honks and other squeaky noises. He pulled the child's hand away from their nose. Revealing a name tag that said "Combee, she/they", the witch whispered quietly.

Ratchet looked at Rouge, making prolonged eye-contact(again) before Ratchet interrupted, "That sounds like communism, but shorter." Rouge just stared at him.

"Stay off the internet, Ratch."

"You don't control my life. Now do you?" Ratchet chided,

"Why the hell do you sound like my fucking mom, dude." Rouge murmured.

"Well your mother sounds great. Speaking of your parents, don't you want to go home to see them? You've been here for what, three weeks?"

You could hear a pin drop in the room as the were-witch hung his head, he clenched the clown in his arms. Making her honk in annoyance. He hissed in pain, slowly starting to change back into his wolf form, a hand rested on his knee. Looking down he saw Combee staring at him worriedly. That's when he noticed that one of his legs snapped unnaturally and was almost done changing.

Rogue shook his head and plugged his ears which stopped the formation. Downside: his leg snapped back, but unlike the first time which was silent, it made a loud celery-stick snap.

"Kid, are you ok?" Ratchet said in an urgent voice, the witch looked at his pants and noticed that a thick dark blue blood was oozing from a cut where his bones had snapped.

"Uhm.." he winced, "I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK?" Rouge said, pissed about the fact that he ripped his pants. Mario let out many squeaks in alarm whilst Ratchet scooped Rogue and Combee up like hamsters. Wasting no time, Rogue closed his eyes and rested with the wind as they raced to the medbay.

"What happened?" Optimus said, walking out of his room. He turned his head to see Ratchet speeding on his heel to the medbay with two kids in hand. He stood awkwardly before deciding to follow. As he followed the three he heard Ratchet urging the kids to calm down, Rogue cringing as he clenched his leg, a ferret racing behind while they screeched in alarm, and.. clown honks??