Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

~Ｗｈｅｒｅ Ａｍ Ｉ~

      Upon waking up, you found yourself inside a weird-looking cell. It was dilapidated, the ceiling was disgustingly dusty, and the floor looked like it hadn't been swept in over 100 vorns. You were lying on a makeshift cot; you only say makeshift because it was made of cardboard. Why you were in jail, you didn't know. You said you would join their side, so why were you a prisoner? You got up off your "cot" and headed towards the barrier of the cell. It seemed like there were almost 1,000 other cells alongside yours, full of other bots too. You looked down at your upper chassis, where the Decepticon insignia now lay. It was a weird thing to look at, it also totally messed up with your color scheme. You gently placed your hands on the barrier, trying to see if you could get a better view. That was when you felt it, something tapped you on your back wing plate (shoulder).

      You jumped and let out a small shriek, only to turn around and be greeted by another mech who was not so much taller than you.  Wearily, you got into a sort of battle stance, transforming your servos into blades.

      "Hey, hey I'm not gonna hurt you, promise," he spoke, placing his servos in the air like he was surrendering.

      "Where am I?" you asked, still holding out your blades.

      "If you find out tell me, I'm still trying to guess too. But from what I've got, it appears we are on a Decepticon warship of some sort. Don't know where though."

      You vented heavily, transforming your servos into regular hand units. This was not how you wanted to start your day exactly, being locked in a cell with a random bot named. . .?

      "What's your designation?" you asked, realizing that you have no idea who you're gonna be stuck with.

      "The names H819J, but most of the time people call me Roadturn cause the other ones too hard to remember."

      "So, you were made? Not created?" you asked, curious of how he got assigned that designation.

      "Yep, never had a creator or sire. From the moment I opened my eyes I was thrown into a mine. Funny, isn't it? Anyways, what's your designation lady?" he spoke, pointing a digit at you. You started to feel bad for him, it must've been different not having a sire or carrier with you as a sparkling.

      "It's ____."

      "____, not bad. It has a nice ring to it. So what do ya transform into anyways?"

      "Nothing much, just a regular Cybertronian car, like almost everyone else. What about you?" you responded, feeling a little embarrassed deep down about how you just transformed into a basic machine.

      "Hey, that's better than nothing. There are lots of alt modes out there worse than a regular car. I knew this mech who turned into a camera. Worse part was, he didn't even know how to use it! Now, if that's not useless I don't know what is," he spoke, chuckling at the memory he shared. He was obviously trying to make you feel better, and it was kind of working a bit. "Oh, and to answer your question I transform into a motorcycle, nothing too extra bout it but I like to think I'm one of the fastest out there." You giggled a bit at that last remark.

      "So. . . how did you get here Roadturn?"

      He stopped for a moment and put a digit on his helm as if he was trying to remember something. "Well, I was riding towards a secluded Energon mine I knew about in hopes of getting more fuel, and these two seekers stopped right in front of me. They announced their names, I think one was Thundercracker or something. Anyways, I started turning and driving away but that thunder guy caught up to me and shot me down. Then, they gave me a terrible ultimatum, I agreed, they grabbed me and dragged me somewhere, and here I am. Standing in this cell with you. How did you get here?"

      "Well, kind of the same way. I was going to an Energon supplier, found some containers that were trackers, got tracked down by some low-level seekers, got captured, knocked out, and woke up here!" you spoke as you pointed towards your newly placed logo.

      "Interesting. . . why did you put yours's on your chassis? Why not on your servos? Or wing plate?"

      "Trust me, if I was conscious for the procedure, I would've put it on my servo. But alas now I have this weird looking guy right dap center of my body!" you responded with some unknown frustration. "Sorry if that came out a little harsh, I just really don't want to be here anymore."

      "I get it, don't worry," he spoke, placing a hand unit on your wing plate. This made you freeze for a split second, but instantly you calmed down. The rest of the night, you guys both made an attempt to get to know each other better, figuring that you're going to be here a long time. You have never felt this way about somebot besides your carrier or sire, it was a feeling of trust. It felt like you could tell this guy anything, and he wouldn't tell another spark.

      About 6 mega-cycles have passed of the two of you non-stop talking, when all of a sudden, a working-class Decepticon walked up to your cell. He unlocked it, and two other working-class Decepticons came and took out both you and Roadturn. They lead you to this hall, where a bunch of other bots were, drinking their daily supply of energon. You and Roadturn got situated and took your supplies. As you both found seats, a video screening appeared right in the front of the hall.

      "ATTENTION! All new recruits, tomorrow we will begin your training at EXACTLY 8 a.m. sharp! DO NOT be tardy, or else you will be severely punished! There, we will discuss what sections you will be assigned to, and any further tasks we have for you to complete. SO, make sure to set your internal alarms tonight before recharge. ALL HAIL MEGATRON!" the announcer spoke, and with that the video buzzed off. Everything he said seemed normal, but you haven't ever heard of the name "Megatron" before, that part stumped you.

      "Awesome, tomorrow is the first day I get to show my skills, hopefully I can be a warrior. Fightin off all those bad Autobots!" Roadturn spoke as he punched the open air, you chuckled a bit. But part of you got sad at what he said. Bad Autobots. Your sire was an Autobot, and he was one of the nicest mechs out there.

      "Well, I hope I can be assigned to the medical field, since I have been practicing my WHOLE life to be a doctor. And who knows, maybe if ya get hurt, I'll be the one to patch you up 'soldier'," you said aloud, poking his servo. You both giggled quietly and finished consuming your energy source up. Afterwards, you both made your way to your cell. You laid down on your "cot" and stared up at the ceiling, just like you had done many cyber-weeks ago.

      "Hey. . . if anything happens to us. . . can we try to stick by each other's side?" you heard Roadturn speak in a low whisper. You turned to face him, as he was sitting on his "cot" looking down at the floor.

      "Sure. . . I'll try my best. Oh, and before I forget, do you know who Megatron is?"

      "Yea, he used to be that famous gladiator Megatronous. Now, he's the Decepticon ruler." That checked out.

      With that, more low-level Decepticons passed by right in time as you pushed down on your circuit to help soothe you into a recharge. The color started to fade, and you were passed out.

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a/n: Hope u enjoyed this chapter. Also, a lot of characters in these chapters rn might be just random made-up ones, but I promise that as it progresses real characters will come into play. bye