Rustic smells and sulfur, along with the screeching of metal with small pitches of drilling dentas from scraplets eating away at the scraps of fallen cybertronian warriors that had been piled on top of one another without the proper decency of a going away ceremony. When there is a war waging it is crystal clear as to why none were being picked.
Flickering of (O/C) optics and the leaking of energon from their broken chassis as they were kicked unknowingly by a cybertronian that was much larger into this scrapheap. For such a weak and small sparkling with creators taken by the war, it was likely that they would not survive such a fall with the sharp metal and broken weapons sticking out of every corner. The poor thing had the hard time of keeping her systems online as her energon levels were vastly depleting.
The sudden knocking of circuits and wires being pulled from a fallen warrior that was beyond offline was heard as the infinitely hungry scraplets scurried over to their next meal. (O/C) optics watched as the scraplets devoured their next meal in record time before turning to the injured femme sparkling. Blinking purple optics scanned her wounded body before suddenly jumping onto her chassis and moved closer to her helm. The femme watched the scraplet scurry as a sudden rupture of steam from a broken pipe in the steel wall had blown the pesky thing off her and had managed to scare off the other scraplets.
(O/C) optics looked to the sliver and black sky of cybertron gazing endlessly hoping to lose themselves so they would feel nothing. An almost quiet buzzing could be heard among their com link, the buzzing soon became a high pitched scratching sound almost like when glass being scratched with metal. (O/P) optics widened with a sharp gasp as the femme sparkling sat up almost into a ball and clutched her dented helm.
"THERE IS A WAR AND I DON'T PLAN ON LOSING TO THE AUTOBOTS!" A menacing voice thundered from the other side of the com link making the femme only clutch her helm even more not being able to focus right. The dent could of possibly done some damage to her processor as she felt very afraid of the voice. "GET OVER HERE BEFORE I SEND SHOCKWAVE TO REPROGRAM. YOU MISERABLE TRASH MITE!"
The voice caused the femme sparkling to jump to her small pedes right away, almost she stumbled due to her injuries. Even with her systems becoming redlined there was no way she was going to disappoint her master. For other reasons she wondered as to how she even got this triangular symbol on her left servo. Not wasting anymore time she pressed on but was stopped when a claw like servo grabbed one of her pedes and was dragging her to the middle of the scrapheap where its incinerator was bubbling glowing plasma.
Frantically the femme sparkling tried to cut off the servo with turning her left servo into a heated blade but to no avail as they were pulled into the incinerator. She clawed desperately at the rim of the incinerator wishing not to become bowling metal. There was sudden burn as the femme was pulled in and then there was a sudden cooling, without knowing she had her (O/C) optics shut tight the entire time.
"Honestly if your going to thank me for saving your aft it better be now!"
The femme quickly turned to see where the chattering voice was coming from. A cable slithered into the shadows of one of corners to what appeared to be a bunker of some sort. "Where am I? I wanna go home!" The femme sparkling demanded with a stomp of her pedes and puffing out her facial-plates.
"You are acting like a complete sparkling with no morels!" The chattering voice retorted as slanted glowing purple optics could be seen in the shadows. "Sweets, home no longer is safe. You're creators are no longer online. I have watched everything as to what happened outside of this bunker."
"Then you could take me home!", The femme sparkling chirped as they looked around for a possible exit.
"No. You see..." The chattering voice trailed off as its optics closed before the cranking of chains and cables were heard as the scratching of metal claws were trudging towards the sparkling "There is no home. Our home has been war torn for quite some time."
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𝚂𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 (Hiatus)
Fanfiction(Optimus Prime X reader) On the planet Cybertron, there was something that had been living down near the core of the cyber planet. Away from prying eyes as it was deeply hidden from the truths that waged above. Of course, the truths could not have b...
