Transformers Rescue Bots - The Present

73: Oh Dear Dog - S

Chase certainly has a problem, but they can't really blame Servo for it.
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Having Servo was definitely an experience, especially when he was putting the entire team in jeopardy for a while when he was at the firehouse and not with Hightide. Servo was there, for a week, somewhat for the dog's own personal training with the humans.

It was nearly time for Hightide to pick up Servo once again, the day being that of tomorrow when the mechanical dog would head back to its owner who lives on the seas. Cody was simply just hanging out with Servo, Boulder having joined them not long ago, Chase was simply observing.

"Chase, what are you doing?" Cody asks, noticing how the police bot happens to be just standing there awkwardly.

"mE¿¡" his voice was severely messed up, in fact, only now did they notice he wasn't even standing straight to begin with. It was like Chase swallowed a bunch of metal, and it all hit each other with every syllable said. "i'M . . . . fRoLoKiNg."

"What?" Cody had no idea what that was, and he did not wish to know because it probably wasn't actually anything but a made-up word.

"Chase, are your systems jamming?" Boulder asks, knowing exactly what could've caused it. "Did you let Servo into your back seats again?"

"mY sYsTeMs aRe nOt jAmMeD¡" even with that response, Boulder still got up anyway. "sToP hArAsSiNg mE, cArRiEr."

"And he's going nuts." Boulder says to himself, taking a hold of Chase and sitting him down on one of the crates before he goes crashing onto the floor. The green bot then looks to Cody. "Cody, where is Blades?"

"He's still on patrol with Dani." Cody answers, knowing that they probably won't be back for awhile since they left fifteen minutes ago.

"HEATWAVE!"

Heatwave quickly came to the calling, wondering exactly what it was that made his name even called in the first place. Yet, looking at his faceplates, he also seemed relieved somehow.

"He's jammed?! We don't have the stuff!" Boulder is silent upon Heatwave's words, especially because it is officially a big fat problem. He continues, "Blades hasn't asked for more yet!"

"Wouldn't Hightide have some for this exact reason?!" Boulder questions, knowing they need a solution.

"wHy aRe wE tAlKiNg aBoUt tHe oCeAn¿¡"

"Chase, no." The firebot clearly doesn't want the talking to make it all worse right now. "But do we really need to ask High Tide for some and just wait for Blades to make more?"

"Heatwave, why would you suggest such a thing?" Boulder says, very lost and very concerned. "Chase, your best friend, is literally having an allergic reaction and you want to wait?!"

"It's complicated." Heatwave says, weighing in the multiple factors. "Long story short, High Tide is the one who sent the present and now I want to hide away and never see his face again."

"Oh my, of course." Boulder says, somewhat annoyed but knows that he just needs to get Chase some help already. "You stay here with him."

Boulder left, more than likely getting in contact with High Tide to get the thing that would help Chase. Not even moments after Boulder left, Chase was already crying.

"Chase?" Heatwave was concerned.

"wHy iS sIrE sO mAd¿" Chase was very much getting worse every single time he spoke, and at this rate, he would no longer have a voice box.

"That's Boulder." Heatwave states, trying to jog his memory a bit to keep him sane.

"tHeN wHo aRe yOu¿¡" Chase fell off the crate he was sitting on, the red bot unable to catch him in time. Upon hitting the ground, Chase said: "mY cHiLdHoOd¡"

High Tide managed to get there within the hour, Chase being barely able to speak once the bot finally arrived with the thing meant to save his life. It took some effort to get the police bot to sit still as Chase kicked and tried to punch everyone, but they eventually got him still enough, with many of them holding him still.

"You have his legs, right?" Blades checks, getting ready to administer the cure.

"Yes, although I thought this would be more of a drop-off." High Tide says, being the one assigned to keep Chase from kicking, having the strength to handle it. "someone his arms, right?"

"Yes." Boulder and Heatwave say at the same time, each one assigned to an arm.

it didn't take much to do, everyone letting go as Chase finally seemed to relax while it worked its magic. Blades was with Chase to at least make sure he was progressing well in his recovery all while Boulder watched as Heatwave was regretting the confrontation he was having.

"Thank you for not letting him die." Heatwave says, somewhat avoiding eye contact but also finds himself wanting to disappear. "I would also like to mention I am still not interested, don't ask me again because it won't change."

"Of course." High Tide left after that, Heatwave unsure as to what he was saying that to since it could be used for the two things he said.

"Wait, what just happened?" Blades says, very confused as he had just watched this random confrontation.

"I'll fill you in later." Boulder says, knowing that right now is not the time for it.