My Crazy Robotic Family

Ratchet

It's only been two days after loosing Cliffjumper, my doubts with Ratchet arising, the return of the Deceptions, and the unexpected company of three more humans like me. Let's just say, with studying for my Earth lessons tests as well as working on my mechanics skills around base, I have a lot on my mind. My mind starts to wonder away from the material I was reading in my textbook and to just about anything else it could think of. 

The images that I made up in my head after Arcee said Cliff was mutated and butchered, has plagued my mind since that moment. Nearly an entire day of random images of my autobot brother covered in a purple slime, acting like a mindless zombie. Clawing at Optimus, Bulk,  Bumblebee, and Arcee. Running around destroying everything in his path, and finally falling into an abyss and succumbing to energon flames; exactly the way my mind has recreated the scenario of the bots battle with the cons yesterday. 

I shake my head, but only to reach thoughts of my father figure Ratchet, and the comments he's brought up since Cliffjumper's death that make me think he may not want me around anymore. He seems to hate the other three human children, and I know he dislikes Earth. But, I've always thought he disliked Earth because it was what he was given after the destruction of his own planet. I always thought he hated it just because it wasn't Cybertron, not because he actually disliked the planet itself. Tears well in my eyes as I imagine Ratchet giving me a disdainful look and shooing me away with the other humans, acting as if I was just another bug on the planet he was chained to. 

I shake my head again and think of Bulkhead, Arcee, and Bumblebee. It's the afternoon and they all should have been back with their humans two hours ago. Ratchet said he commed them though and everything was fine, but that means they want to stay away. It's almost always been this way with Arcee and Bulkhead, I don't spend all my time with them. Bumblebee, however, I do spend all of my time with. Although I can hear the selfishness in my own thoughts, I still cannot help but feel afraid that I am being replaced with Raphael. I mean, Bumblebee and I don't really have the same interests. In fact, I kind of detest his interests and he couldn't care less about mechanics and science. I hate the idea of cowboys and the 'Wild West' and rock bands like Rear Axel. Maybe Bee is replacing me for a friend like Raphael that shares his interests? Am I not only loosing my brother Cliff, father Ratchet, but also the rest of my family? 

I quietly start to sob from my perch on my desk in my room, throwing my face into my sleeve as to muffle the sounds. I don't want to raise and alarms from Optimus or Ratchet, who I know are still somewhere on base. I sit quietly and let out all my frustrations for about half an hour, longer than I'v ever cried at one time before. I quiet down and try to control my breathing when I hear shrieks and banging from the main area of the base, where I assume Ratchet is. I run full speed and grab a human sized energon blaster from my gear bag and aim it at the room, trying to figure out what had Ratchet spooked. 

I eventually lay my eyes on a small robot, emitting a purple aura, a robot that happened to be the one that Bulkhead crushed two days ago that Ratchet was mad at him for breaking. I shoot into the air at the same time another blast sounds from across the room, I watch the robot fall to the ground and see Optimus on the other side of him, has blaster retracting and being replaced with his normal servos. 

"Ratchet are you ok?" I ask as he stomps on the machine. 

"And stay broken!" He growls at it. "Yes, Jade, I am fine. But what on Earth could have caused that?" He asks to no one. 

"I have a grave suspicion, Ratchet. Dark energon." Optimus said. 

"Wait, do you mean that anti-spark stuff that Ratchet told me didn't even exist?" I asked confused.