~Little Witch~ { A TFP Fanfic }

Chapter 9

CW: (Blood, Puking, Medical stuff, Flesh, graphic descriptions, smells, sounds, swears)

Optimus wore a confused look on his face. Questioning why there a clown child suddenly appeared and how did Rouge manage to do this to himself. Unless..

"Old friend?" Ratchet turned his head slightly towards Optimus as he bandaged Rouge's leg, placing metal in a certain way so it works as a replacement cast.''Did you..?" Optimus gestured to Rouge's snapped leg.

"No, the kid was mad about something then his leg just.." He paused to stare at Rogue before continuing, "snapped." Optimus raised an optic ridge, not believing his friend's story.. well fully. He did let a small sigh of relief escape from him. 'because why would Ratchet lie to him about something like this?'

A few minutes passed by and Ratchet had successfully finished Rouge's cast, he stood up from his kneeling pose and walked away without another word. As he did Rouge stared at his cast like it killed his mother and sulked.

"Ugh this is going to stall my movements, I don't even need it. I heal fast enough that this could come off in a few hours! But of course humans dont heal that fast so know I'm going to have this shit on for what weeks, months, fucking years." Rouge covered his face with his hands, causing Combee to tilt their head.

"UGH'' Rouge groaned, making everyone look at him. The witches face turned as red as a rose. Mario whispered some quiet insults next to Ratchet, whom of which gave Rouge a weird yet suspicious look. He turned around, starting a low volume conversion with Optimus.

Combee gently tapped his shoulder and pointed to the two bots. Rogue grinned mischievously, "auditus" he whispered.

"Optimus, I have been meaning to tell you something.." Rouge started to kick his non-broken leg and turned to Combee excitedly - thinking that Ratchet was going to confess to Optimus - yet also noticing the barely-noticeable edge in Ratchet's voice.

"What is it, old friend?" Optimus said with a similar edge to his voice, in a shocking change in events, Rouge was feeling less and less excited.

"A few days ago when I had entered my berthroom I noticed Rouge sitting next to my berth eating what looked to be human organs, he must have not have noticed the small droplets of blood he left on the floor." Ratchet voiced quitely.

Optimus merely hummed in response. He glanced at Rouge, who had quickly turned his head away, pretending to be focused on petting Combee. After a moment's worth of staring he turned fully to Ratchet. "Are you completely confident of this, Ratchet?"

  Ratchet nodded firmly. "Then let's keep Rouge heavily supervised while he is near the human children or Agent Fowler."

The werewolf almost gagged at the idea of being watched over, as he squeezed Combee for support; his mind raced. Supervision was going to be terrible, it's not like he'd eat the kids, and who the hell is Agent Fowler??

Before Combee could honk at him to stop, Bulkhead, Bumblebee, and Arcee drove out of the tunnel with their respected humans.

"We should do that again, Bulk!" Cheered um..said.. It suddenly hit Rouge that he didn't listen when the kids were introducing themselves - or when this 'Agent Fowler' could've arrived since he could have while he was in Ratchet's room. Or when he went to explore the base - which he did not finish because the base was so damn big.

Rouge internally groaned, knowing that he was now bound to having an awkward conversation with the kids. Mario dashed to his leg and squeaked out a warning (not in English considering how they might get caught) The child with black and pink pigtails ran up to Rouge, scaring him half to death. She looked about his age.

"What the hell kid!" they rolled their eyes and promptly pummeled Rouge with questions. As she continued to ramble, Rouge took an object out of his bag.

"What's your name?"

"Miko! Why?-' Rouge placed tape over her mouth, gaining Bulkhead's attention while doing so.

"So that I can say this magical line called - shut the fuck up you demomonic child - it works so why don't you, Hm?"

The redhead turnt his head away from Miko to see a very boring looking teen walking up to him. Rouge faced the teen - recognizing him from earlier - and straightened up to him. Only to be met with a stretched out hand waiting for him to shake it.. yep definitely boring.

Rouge took the teenager's hand and shook it so hard he thought he would've broken it if Mario didn't bite him.

"Jack, Jack Darby, nice to meet you." Said Jack-Boring-Darby. Rouge looked Jack directly in the eyes.

"You are the most boring person I have ever met, Jack Darby." Before releasing his hand and walking to the small child that had been worried about him earlier this week. The child noticed him and ran over to him.

"H-how are you standing? You were broken up pretty good.. nevermind that, all that matters is that you're ok now. How have you been?"

Rouge blinked for a second before replying with the bare-minimum of small talk. "My name is Rafeal, you can call me Raf for short."

Rouge nodded and opened his mouth to reply to the boy. But as he did a long and dizzy feeling overcame his senses. A big hole in his stomach curdled like old cheese and overwhelmed him. Before he knew it, the floor was undeniably close all of a sudden. He crashed and winced at his body's temperature. Neither hot nor cold. A disgusting fusion.

His squeak-turned-screech on the floor gained everyone's attention. Except for the medic who was most likely asleep. (Never there when you need em')

Everyone in the room knew they had to make a decision. And fast. They needed to wake Ratchet up so he could help Rouge - but they didn't want to die by Ratchet's hand either.

Taking a quick vote, the chosen decision was that Optimus would wake Ratchet up. Combee covered her ears as Miko dragged a metal trash can to Rouge, making him feel worse in the process. The sound scraped the floor and made little sparks under their feet. Mario hid in their jester-hat as the sound snaked across the room

As soon as Miko made it to Rouge, he heaved into the trash making the room smell worse than death itself. Thick blood and huge chunks of flesh poured out of the teens' mouth. Scarring both the children and the bots in the room.

The stench wafted its way across what felt like the entire base. Blood poured out of Rogue's mouth like a waterfall cascading down a canyon. Mario shifted deep into Combee's hat and squeaked in horror. She herself ran over to the other kids as they huddled together in fear. Every once and a while they'd dare to take a peek. Always seeing something like an eyeball or organ they didn't know about. It was a blessing they hadn't puked themselves.

Meanwhile, in a far peaceful part of the base, Optimus walked over to Ratchet's room. He decided to be polite and knock on the door until he heard a nearly silent 'come in'.

When he opened the door he saw Ratchet - half-asleep at his desk with an open book in front of him. By the looks of it, he was probably writing something in it. Before Optimus could see it, Ratchet closed the book with a loud 'CLAMP'.

"What do you need, Optimus?' Ratchet said with the classic, I-Just-Woke-Up voice. Optimus's face became slightly blue before he cleared his throat.

"It appears that Rouge is dealing with discomfort as he is currently on the flooring grasping onto his torso-" 

 Optimus was alerted with an urgent call from his comlink. A message from the room where Rogue was in. "HOLY SCRAP THE KID IS FRAGGING THROWING UP BLOOD GET HELP, SAVE US, HE IS FRAGGING DYING"

He pulled the comlink away and simply looked at Ratchet. "Additionally, he is heaving blood into a trash-can." He said while rubbing his audio receptors.

There was about three seconds before the realization hit Ratchet like a truck, saying as he is still half asleep.

"HE'S WHAT!"

"I stated that he is-"

Ratchet leaped up as he dashed out of the door. He paused in his tracks and peeked back into the room, "I heard you, Optimus."