The Authoress

Chapter 8: Close

Chapter 8: Close

Ratchet was in frenzy when they got back, having all of them sitting on the med bay berths, checking them over and over again. He dismissed everyone but Optimus now, and he was busy popping out a few dents in the mech’s armor around his helm. Corvin was daydreaming about what she could have done when she was holding Optimus in the air. Poke and prod at his sensitive bits? Hold him close and never ever let go? Corvin hummed as she thought of just holding him close and never letting go. She’d get to smell him and it not be as creepy as she would have to be now.

At least she and Optimus were on some-what friend-like terms, guess fighting with someone helps you get closer in a way. She had casually joked with him and he had gone with it, even hummed a bit in what she wanted to assume was amusement. She really wanted to be and good terms with Optimus, even if she knew she didn’t really have a chance with him, which was sad to think about. So she chose not to think about that. Instead she went back to thinking about how she had gotten to hold him so close today, how he was so warm and surprisingly soft. Not squishy, but not rock solid either… it was strange but pleasant.

Corvin felt something in her stir as she stared at Optimus, something deep … something dangerous. She had been holding it back ever since she got here. Her fingers twitched and her arms tensed, her throat constricted and her vocal cords hurt. She could feel how every cable and wire in her body tensed; she could feel how a strange chemical compound was released from her processor into her veins, igniting them with a strange but oh-so-pleasant feeling. Corvin stood up carefully and walked from the room with jerky movements. She couldn’t let them see her like this, never. It would terrify them, and Corvin didn’t wish to have that. The thing deep inside her moved, pulling her back towards the room full of bots. But she remained firm, moving forward out of their sight before sprinting down the hall.

They could never find out her secret. They would never look at her the same again if they knew her terrible secret. It would scare them; make them look at her differently, with fear and suspicion. They could never know.

Corvin moved into her room, locking the door behind her. The thing clawed at her insides, wrapping dangerous fingers around her mind and tightening her voice. She fell against the wall, shivering. She couldn’t hold it back any longer; she needed to let it go! And that’s what Corvin did. She released…

The fangirl

OoOoOoOoO

Vela’s audios twitched from where she sat next to Bee in the Base’s main room. She could have sworn she heard a scream…

OoOoOoOoOoO

Oh god! She was a Transformer, oh goooooddd!! This was a dream come true! AHHH!! Optimus was real, and he could see her!!! Every bot could see her!

Corvin placed her servos on the sides of her face as she laughed hysterically. Her optics were huge from the amount off chemicals her processor was releasing into her body. Know that saying ‘high off life’? Well she was 100% feeling that right now as her mind released happy chemicals. She felt the heat behind her optics, the way her whole body shuttered from the increase in her energon flow. Her voice was burning from how much she wanted to scream and how much she had been screaming. She sat there, digging her claws into the floor and the wall as she released her pent-up fan.