Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

~Ｆｒａｇ Ｗｈｙ Ｍｅ?~

      You were lying on your berth when you woke back up as your alarm went off.

      'What in the pits? How did I get here? What happened?' you thought to yourself. The minute you opened your optics, you were hit with a HUGE wave of exhaustion. You could barely keep your optics open! How on Cybertron are you going to get through today? You grudgingly got out of bed to get ready for the day. As you entered the washroom area of your quarters, your attention was IMMEDIATELY centered on your huge under-optic bags! You instantly concluded that this was going to be a rough day.

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      At morning energon supply, you slowly walked over to your seat. You made yourself a bit comfortable and proceeded to chug down a bit in hopes of getting at least a bit more energy in you. You stopped and looked around you. There was a bit of a noticeable difference in the amount of vehicons present, quite a few were gone. You inferred that they were probably unfortunately M.I.A. You set down the container for a split second to enjoy this sort of peaceful moment before work. It was a bit warm and really quiet. Just how you liked it. You lifted the container to you face and went to go drink it, but your optics gave out on you. In the end, you spilt a bit on your frame.

      'Fragging great! What a nice fragging way to start my day off! Someone end my miserable creation before I do,' all these thoughts ran through your processor as you made your way to the washroom. Of course, as luck would have it, that odd femme from many weeks prior was walking in your path. You have seen her a little more here and there on the ship. You also had asked other bots what they thought of her. The feedback you received was not great at all. You learned she was a troubling, backstabbing glitch. Not the type of femme you would like to be around at all. You tried to look the other way when walking past her, but she stopped in her tracks.

      "Why hello ____, what a nice day it is today right?" she spoke, in a happy tone. There was nothing to be happy about at all.

      "Yea sure. It's a nice day. Now if you'll excuse me, I have important matters to tend to." You serve around her, but as soon as you were about to leave, you felt a hand unit grasp onto your wing plate.

      "Not so fast ____. What's the rush? The usual morning meeting isn't until another 20 minutes. What could possibly be so important?" Airachnid slyly said, a smirk appearing across her pale face.

      "Frag off glitch," you whispered under your breath.

      "What's that?"

      "I said I had an energon spillage. I got it all over me so I'm trying to go to the washroom before it dries up. So, yea. I'll be on my way," the spider-looking femme let go of your wing plate. You were quite frustrated at the interaction. What on Cybertron was her deal! Did that fragger really need to interrogate your every move? You entered the washroom and removed all the excess energon off your frame. The oil was super cold, and it really helped in waking you up a little more. After you were all finished up, you headed for the morning meeting.

      While you were walking there, you tried to remember what happened last night.

      'I was fixing up Soundwave and then I did something. What was it? Did I hurt him? Ah I can't remember. Why'd he get so mad? Dramatic much? He said he was going to report me for something, wait report me!? Did he actually report me to Megatron?! Oh no, I am in for it. I should've just left him alone. Why do you have to be so nice sometimes!' You started to seriously panic. Primus knows what might happen to you if you got reported. Working in the medical field, you've seen firsthand accounts on what Megatron does when soldiers disobey his orders (it was usually Starscream, that bot never listens). You fiddled your digits in an attempt to calm yourself down. Surely, you were overreacting as normal. It doesn't make sense reporting someone for trying to help you, right?

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      You headed into the main room and quickly tried to blend into the crowd. The first part was going smooth, as lord Megatron was discussing the rundown of yesterday's battle. Damage inflicted on us; damage inflicted on the other side. The destruction of an energon mine. And the loss of many vehicons who sacrificed their lives to see this faction grow. Even with being a practicing doctor in the medic field, the concept of offlining never stuck right with you. You've seen it many times before, and you know you will see it many times later. Nonetheless, you still always found it to be sad at the very least. You were so focused in your thoughts, that it startled you when you heard somebot utter your designation.

      "____," lord Megatron announced in his intimidating tone. You knew it was over for you.

      "Y-yes lord Megatron?" you spoke up, swallowing in your fear.

      "I just wanted to point out both Knock Out and your hard work yesterday, as I was alerted of both of you working way past lights-out time. I am not the type of mech to give many compliments, but just be assured that your effort is much appreciated on board this vessel."

      "T. . . thank you, lord Megatron. I am truly honored to be at your service, for I am only your humble servant," you muttered out while giving a little bow. That was definitely the last thing you expected to happen. This has to be some sort of trap, right?

      It was not a trap. A few moments after, the meeting ended, and everyone went on their way. What a weird start this day had.

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