I'm not part of your machine... | Transformers Prime | Soundwave Centric

2 -Locked In a Cage

Cycle = 12 hours

Breem = (for simplicity) is about 10 minutes

This is all based on my own experiences with overstimulation in public settings, masking, and genuinely not knowing what is wrong or that what's happening to me isn't normal. Enjoy :)

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It has only been a half-cycle. He is fine, everything is fine. This high-command meeting has been going on for half a cycle, 6 Earth hours. The overhead lights aren't buzzing, they aren't too bright, Megatron's voice isn't that loud, Knockout's paint job isn't that brightly colored, Starscream's tapping isn't morphing into scraping, Shockwave isn't standing too close to him, and he isn't noticing all of this. They are fine, everything is fine.

"Soundwave, the numbers in our energon stores." Megatron demands. It's borderline yelling at him... he thinks. Megatron's voice isn't that loud... They try to convince themselves of it. Then, they nod, presenting the requested information on their visor.

Megatron nods back, continuing to talk about something Soundwave will have to listen back to later. Starscream starts speaking, but they aren't listening. All Soundwave hears is the raspy and grating sound of Starscream's vocalizer. The voices change again and Soundwave is honestly not sure who is talking at this point.

They aren't sure how much time has passed when Megatrons loudly announces the end of the meeting. Soundwave is grateful that the other high command are quick with leaving. They silently stop the recording and begin to leave the meeting room.

"Soundwave."

Of course, they're only stopped when they have an urgent need to leave this Primus damned room. Sending a short prayer to Primus (or Unicron, really whichever would listen to him), he turns back to face Megatron.

"I expect the meeting report back by the end of the next cycle. Be quick about it." Megatron appears annoyed... probably because of something they didn't hear over the offensive cacophony of noise beforehand. They opt to simply nod and walk out of the room.

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Walking down the hall to their (thankfully well-hidden) hab suite, they take stock of their well-being.  Stress? At an all-time high.  Audials? Upsettingly sensitive to every sound he's ever heard.  Physically? They're bound to unexpectedly collapse at any moment... at least they feel like it. There are no HUD notifications warning of such. Optics? Also, upsettingly sensitive.

Somehow, the usually dimly lit and quietly humming halls he stays in are annoyingly bright and loud. The humming from the engines of the ship, although usually quiet, seems way too loud to be correct. Soundwave quickly slips into his hab suit. He takes a seat on the floor in the unlit and soundproofed room with a sigh. He, himself has no idea why his processor is like this... Everything and everybot are fine then suddenly everything becomes too much...

Soundwave pushes themselves up off the ground. They can't react like a sparkling to this, so they're going to deal with it like a fully upgraded mech. Which (in the Decepticon world) means; they're going to take these feelings, shove them to the back of their processor and promptly forget about them. Then, they are going to get back to work and make up for the two breems of work lost. 

...And with that last thought, Soundwave forced himself back out into the halls of the Nemesis.

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