Soundbyte groaned in pain as he rubbed his helm. Why did he roll again?
"Oh my God, are you okay?" Asked a soft voice.
Oh, right. Soundbyte mentally groaned.
"Im fine." He spoke, quickly standing to his feet, only to be thrown back down when he couldn't rebalance himself.
"That was a really nasty fall, you're doors are bent." The femme commented, stepping closer to help out. "I'm okay." He huffed backing up more.
In reality the small femme was amazed. The only other bots she seen were her siblings, and it wasnt much, seeing as though she was man made.
The femme rambled on about how she knew her mother was lying and that she was so happy there were more bots.
"What are you?" Came the sudden question that had Soundbyte tensing.
"Classified information mija." He deadpanned, managing to stay upright once he stood.
"So, were you created by scientists or are you a human in disguise?" She pestered, helping him stand properly.
"Lets say im out of this world." He huffed, trying to get her to stop talking. "I'm Sly by the way." She smiled. "I told you mine, its be rude if I didnt know yours." Her grin was so wide Soundbyte swore he couldve thrown it like a boomerang.
"Im Soundbyte." He sighed after negotiating what he could share. "Well Soundbyte, I think this is the start of a beautiful friendship." She concluded.
For days, their meeting were short, but one was to remember.
The mech had been in a sour mood for quite some time and went back to the cliffs to ckear his mind.
Sly was once again disobeying orders as she looked around, she was happy, and when she spotted her secret friend, her spark swelled.
"Hi Soundbyte!" She happily greeted, laying down beside him.When she didnt recieve a reply, she frowned. "Hey, whats wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong mija."
"Are you sure?"
"Princessa I am very sure."Silence followed before Sly pointed at the clouds above them. "The clouds are so pretty, that one looks like a duck." She giggled.
"How can a cloud look like something else? Its a cloud." Soundbyte retorted. "No! Use your imagination."
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old beginnings, new past
Fiction généraleSoundbyte never had a good start to his life, but can the help of bots he cross fix his slave written fate? or will the mech be doomed to his destiny. a tale of my oc Soundbyte, complete with pictures! enjoy!