Who's Really the Crazy One Here?

Chapter 19

You couldn't think. You couldn't feel. Everything was a dull buzzing pain, you wanted to cry, to scream and beg, but you couldn't. Your audios hurt they couldn't seem to pick up on anything other than the ticking of a clock you couldn't see.... Was there even a clock ticking anymore? You couldn't tell. 

You managed to draw your knee joints to your chassis and hug them close as your plating began to tremble. It was either death finally gracing its tender cold touch on you, or your half -dead engine trying its very hardest to warm up your freezing frame. When did it start getting so so cold. A small whimper managed to break through your crushed vocalizer. The tiny rumble of your broken engine soothed you a little. 

Though it was soon shut down as the temperatures dropped even more. You curled tighter into yourself trembling in the corner of your little grey box never to see the light of day again. The little sliver of hope you had for salvation was quickly slipping away, quickly being replaced with a cavernous hole of hurt. 

If you could cry you would, but you were cold... too cold. You could feel your energon start to slow. You started to feel faint from the lack of energon towards the important parts of your frame. Your optic screwed closed your brow twitching in pain. Your digits dug into your stabilizers as your frame began to lock up from the harsh chill. 

You could only guess what the autobots were planning on getting from this. Just a sick laugh? Probably. 

You hated it here, that wasn't hard to tell. Maybe it was karma for all that you have done? It was understandable, but at least you were merciful. Merciful enough to make your patients, if you could even call them that, fall processor dead before you even thought about your experiments. The autobots were not so kind. 

They were cruel and just as evil as you were, but no one would ever know that. They hide well behind their carefully constructed wall of lies, lies that were built with all of the fallen, be it autobot or decepticon it was made on their broken and mangled bodies. 

It was getting hard to take in ventilations now. The cold air almost bitter as you tried to vent it into your systems. You were barely trembling now, your frame was locking up and shutting down from the coldness surrounding you. 

This was an inforged instinct all frame types have, to lock up and shut down if conditions get too cold and too harsh. It was an effort to help preserve the spark in its chamber, but once a bot reaches a point where they are locking up to shut down, hope for the spark survival has grown thin and unlikely. 

You doubted they would be so kind as you let your spark get snuffed, it wouldn't make sense as to why, but it seemed like a cruel enough way they could put a decepticon down. You knew enough that they would thaw you out. As much you didn't want yourself too you fell into your shut down mode. 

Alone and cold in an unforgiving place. 

Most likely where you'd die.

Alone and cold. 

Alone...