🅲🅾🅳🅴🆇 🅾🅵 🆀🆄🅸🆁🅺🆂 (TFOne Movie x Reader)

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳[ 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐁-𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐋 𝟓𝟎 ]

*FWOOOSH!!*

"AAAAAAAAHH!!"

"AAAAAAAAAHH!!"

D-16 and Orion Pax screamed in terror as they were forcibly carried down to a deeper sublevel. Darkwing, with his imposing height, effortlessly grabbed their backs with his powerful servos during their rapid descent. The feeling of weightlessness gradually subsided as they slowed down, finally coming to a halt at the opened entrance.

The workplace was shrouded in dim light, casting eerie shadows across the vast expanse. The air was thick with the scent of burning metal, and the distant rumble of machinery echoed through the chamber. A chute loomed overhead, periodically disgorging trash onto a conveyor belt that ferried the refuse toward a menacing incinerator.

With a menacing flourish, Darkwing callously tossed the two helpless bots to the floor, the impact reverberating with a resounding thud. "Wait, wait! You don't understand!" D-16 exclaimed, desperately trying to reason with their captor. He and Orion turned to face Darkwing, their optics wide with fear. "We were supposed to go to Sentinel Prime's service bots!"

"You two dolts are never going to see anyone ever again!" Darkwing sneered, coldly pointing at them. "I'll make sure of that!" Stepping back, he prepared to take off again. "Oh, and don't worry about your friend," he taunted. "I'll make sure to give that defect a special treatment to fix some of that obnoxious auto-loud mouth of his!"

*BWOOSH!*

Darkwing activated his jet boots, propelling himself into the air. "You're making a big mistake!" D-16 desperately reached out to the mech with his servo. His voice filled with desperation. "Ask Sentinel-!"

*BAM!*

The door slammed shut with a finality that reverberated through the room. The harsh sound sealed the entrance and left Orion and D-16 trapped in the dimly lit chamber.

As the initial shock wore off, Orion and D-16 rose to their pedes, their gazes flickering from the closed door back to each other. The realization of their dire situation washed over them, casting a shadow of despair upon their once-hopeful expressions.

The weight of their predicament hung heavy in the air, filling their sparks with a mixture of fear and disbelief. They were supposed to be honored heroes, not imprisoned in the depths of some unknown chamber, far away from reach.

"I can't believe this is happening..." Orion muttered, his servos covering his optics. "We were supposed to get special treatment... not this."

D-16 was equally disappointed. "Yeah, and now (Y/Cyb/n) is alone with Darkwing. Who knows what he's going to do to him..."

"Wait, (Y/Cyb/n)?" Orion quipped.

"Yeah! I'm worried for him!" D-16 shook his helm in frustration. "He's on his own, and who knows what kind of "treatment" Darkwing is going to give (Y/Cyb/n)!" he did the air quotes for the word "treatment," emphasizing that Darkwing wasn't actually going to give (Y/Cyb/n) the nice treatment.