Broken Circuit |{Reader x TFP Soundwave}|

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      "Roadturn? You're- you're still alive?" For a brief nano-klik the world felt frozen.

      "Well, yeah? How else do you think I'm talking to you?" He chuckled, the same hearty chuckle you missed all those years ago.

      "Ugh, no obviously you're still pumping, but wha- I mean like I-I saw you sacrifice yourself for me. How is it possible that you managed to avoid a certain death?"

      "I mean I was injured. Like BADLY injured. I thought for sure I was a goner! But then I was rescued and patched up, which made me realize that maybe I don't want to put sparks through pain. Maybe instead I wanna be the one to help them, ya know?"

      "No I don't follow. This is all to confusing. I mean first I find out my sire is still alive and now you're here too! Th... this is just too much to comprehend!" If you could, you would have held your hand unit on your helm. "I mean Roadturn, I remember you always wanting to be a great Decepticon, at least I think that's what you said."

"It's true, I used to have aspirations. But they changed now, and I think that you would do MUCH better being and Autobot than, well a Decepticon," he answered.

'What would you know anyways...' you thought to yourself, confused on how a bot you knew inside and out could change through the years.

The Prime interrupted your thoughts, "____, I do understand that this has turned into a rather overwhelming experience, but nonetheless we shall waste no more time. Tell us intel now."

      "For the last time I don't know anything important! I'm not 'high-ranking' enough to even actually matter! You took the wrong gal if you actually wanted helpful information! I mean how many bots in the Autobot group actually know about any plans?" You were starting to get a bit aggravated, but you understood how they had no right to actually trust you.

      "We work as a team so I would say a lot of us in fact," Bulkhead answered.

      "Oh."

      "Wait wait wait you said that you don't know anything important, so what DO you know?" Arcee questioned you.

      "Ugh nothing helpful, I mean like I can tell you their favorite colors probably purple or black cause the whole ship's that color. But seriously, what insight would that piece of info give, huh?" You dryly responded.

"That's it I'm done with her, it's futile," she responded as she flailed her servos up in a helpless fashion.

"Beep er boop bop beep beep," Bee stated.

      "Bee is right Arcee, don't let her get you all worked up," Bulkhead added on.

      "Listen, I honestly don't know like ANYTHING at all. I don't even remember what I was supposed to do later in the day. And sure,  you guys most definitely don't believe me, but you're really REALLY wasting your time on me," you said, giving it one final attempt.

Optimus stood and thought for a quick nano-klik begore speaking again. "It seems ____ will not provide us any information right now, we shall move her to a cell for the time being. Bee, can you handle that?"

Bee replied with the nod of a helm and just like that you were being whisked away. The lights only got more dim the farther away you walked, and before you knew it you were standing inside a cell of some sorts. It looked more like a cage to be frank. It was cold, dark, and had a sense of wickedness in the air. To make matters worse, you had no clue where on Earth you even were. The signal was very awful, and it was interfering with all of your internal systems.

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Bee opened up the cell door, giving you the very obvious symbol of "get inside". Without hesitation, you entered. As the door slammed behind you, you were able to get the full feel of this truly solemn cell. With having nothing else to do, you decided to try and contact the outside world. You tried to send a message back to the Nemesis