Karmas bitter but so am I (S.A.M.S.)

Chapter 3 - Who Are We, Collectively?

(Narrators POV)

The others have since left Eclipse to his own devices, as he refused any further care in favor of time alone. So many things cram themselves in his head, and he struggles to make sense of them all. Each time he lets himself be consumed by these thoughts, it only makes him more guilty. He hates this feeling, hates how much control it has over him- hates that it's justified. He's never felt the need to indulge in such things, as he never thought he was wrong before. But is he wrong? Were his ideas misguided?

Why is he giving this so much thought? If one of the others would've said it, Eclipse would've dismissed it without a second thought. But Lunar is different, Lunar is the one throwing him into a moral dilemma, all because Lunar thinks he was treated harshly. The fact that such a soft animatronic has such a hold on a bot such as Eclipse seems ludicrous. If you told him before all this, he would've laughed. Laughed and mocked, because how on Earth would he be swayed by such a puny creation?

So, he shakes these thoughts away. He has a plan to execute, and all these messy emotions are getting in the way, just as they always do. He barely manages to subdue the sudden anger that surges up within him, indignancy flaring up close behind, disgusted by how easily he let in under Lunar's criticism. Instead of dwelling any longer, he shifts to the edge of the bed, careful to avoid moving too fast. Once his legs have begun to dangle over the side, he looks over to the door.

Unlike the alternative reality Lunar placed him in, the door is still standing. Eclipse lacks the strength and emotional distress needed to break through this one. However, he would sit here for all eternity if it meant he would never have to feel those things again, so...he supposes that the equivalent of an adrenaline rush is out of the equation. His rays click and turn as he thinks, going this way and that, innocent orange and yellow in contrast to his darker faceplate and battle-worn body.

Finally having worked out a plan of escape, Eclipse slowly stands from the bed, fingers still curled into the blankets in case he starts to fall.

You shutdown on the way back.

He flinches, trying to tune out the pain, trying to convince himself that he's fine, that this pain is merely an echo of what he plans to do to the others.

But Lunar's furious gaze lingers every time he thinks about leaving. The younger animatronic's tear stained face as he pours out all his precious feelings, as if Eclipse actually gives half a shit to listen.

YOU ARE THE NIGHTMARE!

Eclipse's legs buckle beneath him, and he scrambles desperately at the sheets and blankets in an attempt to pull himself back to safety. Distant voices churn distorted emotions over inside him, making it harder to focus, harder to get a hold of something that is sturdy enough to pull him back up.

"You... need some help?"

Eclipse freezes, slowly turning his head to glance over his shoulder at Sun, who stands with an amused gleam in his eyes near the door.

"No! Leave me be!" Eclipse snaps, starting to scramble at the blankets again, making his components heat up with embarrassment. This is so humiliating- thrashing like a dying fish as his counterpart snickers, clearly entertained, a few feet away. Once Eclipse has finally managed to grab hold of one of the blankets, they slip, too, and both blankets and evil mastermind fall into a heap on the floor. Fabric covers shrunken rays and a sour expression. Sun breaks down laughing, doubling over in his fit, which only furthers Eclipse's pity party.

"You- haHAA you just-"

" Will you shut up already?!"

"Not a chance!"