Metalivore (Completed)

The Proposal

White Eyes woke with a start. Jerking up on his metal berth, the last thing he remembered was half of the vehicon's spark in his clawed servo, the other half was behind his denta, glossa savoring the taste of processed energon. Fear spiked through his whole frame as he realized his primal coding brought him to the base, his usual place of rest.

His chronometer told him it was noon, jumping out of his berth he didn't really care if he shook the ground even more with his frantic foot fall, but he needed to know that his comrades were fine, and he hadn't harmed them while he was in his primal mode.

Then, finally he arrived in the main room to find Ratchet working at the computer while disguising something with Optimus. Everything seemed to be fine, looking around the room a little more he realized everyone was accounted for. Until he noticed there was a strange lack of Arcee. Spark pulsing in anxiety, he walked up to Optimus trying not to show his erratic emotions. Raising his servo to the prime's shoulder, it was with a gasp that he realized his claws were still extended and he quickly commanded then to transform down to normal looking servos.

Shuddering at how careless he seems to have gotten he mentally checked to make sure that nothing else on his body screamed monster before raising his now normal servo back to the shoulder of the prime and giving it a few light taps to get his attention.

Optimus turned enough to see the white plating, then with his attention fully focused on the timid bot he turned to face him.

"Yes, White Eyes"

Even with the ever constant reminder of the monster he is in the back of his processor, he still respected the authority that the prime held in his voice. Listen to the prime, respect the prime, adhere to the prime. These were all still in his basic cybertronian programming, he mentally heard a very faint 'devour the prime' in the back of his processor, but he didn't pay it any attention, pushing the intrusive thoughts aside.

"Where is Arcee?"

White Eyes felt a minute swell of pride at the fact that he was able to keep any sense of emotion out of his voice. The Prime didn't have to give his response much thought.

"She went out for a drive, said she needed to cool off."

Relaxing ever so slightly, relieved that she was fine, but also not wanting to show his reaction to the others as he believed he seemed suspicious enough, he didn't normally talk much, didn't like opening his metal piercing denta filled mouth near his comrades. He was mostly the strong but silent type, and he liked that.

"Alrig-"

He froze as soft flesh touched his right pedd, fear striking through his back struts to his whole chassis and he very carefully looked down to the human that had caught his attention in a way he was highly unfamiliar with, contact. He could handle it if he knew it was coming, but as soon as its unexpected, his inner metalivore peaked out of the curtain telling him how careless he was getting, letting prey sneak up on him. He hated the way his processor worked.

He balked a little bit when he saw that it was June Darby, Jack's carrier, who was calling for his attention. Apparently it was her day off and she decided to spend it at base, wanting to get to know the friends that her creation had better. Carefully he began to crouch down to a more comfortable height for the human and gave her a small nod in greeting. She gave a small smile to him as she spoke.

"Excuse me for asking, but why is it that your armor is so thick. I'm pretty sure that big decepticon, Dreadwing is it? has thinner plating than you. Were you one of those wreckers Miko is always talking about?"

White Eyes didn't even flinch at the question, didn't stop to ponder an answer either.

"I was just created that way."