Metalivore (Completed)

Acceptance?

As White Eyes chased the pests through base, he pondered the next step of his plan. So far it had gone better than he had presumed, but he needed to remember to take into consideration all variables. A loud crunch momentarily brought his attention back to the present. He was practically covered in the offensive scraplets, but they were barely making a dent in his armor.

Quickly recognizing what had caught his attention, he continued chewing the thicker than usual scraplet, eyeing the handful of deceased cybertronians in his right servo. White Eyes hesitated as thoughts of what his comrades obvious reactions of disgust and fear of what he was currently doing coursed through his processors. But he knew that they were currently stationed in the main area of the base, away from the morbid sight of his feast. Sighing, he continued, thankful that the alloy before him wasn't made of sentient beings.

Before long he felt his hunger dwindle which cleared his processors of the primal instincts. Which was a strange situation for the mech. White Eyes had never actually been completely satisfied, never had a full tank. It had never actually gone past 63% capacity since he was a sparkling. It was a strange feeling indeed as for the last 1,200 vorns he had only felt starvation.

His attention was pulled back as a quiet but frantic scraping came from at his pedds. As his optics were directed to the source of the sound, he nearly flinched as he witnessed a half consumed scraplet trying to escape him. As self disgust washed over his frame, he quickly snapped his face mask into place as he stepped on the traumatized creature, ending it's surprisingly long existence.

Not lifting his pedd from the now dead scraplet, he examined the surroundings. A few portions of the metal walls had been chewed through, not by him thankfully, as could be told by the smaller denta marks. Sighing, White Eyes took a couple hesitant steps towards the similar scent of the autobots. He knew he had to face them and face the repercussions, but that didn't mean he would like it. He thought as he walked towards the autobots awaiting him.

The closer he got the more tension he felt forming in the cybertronians. when he finally made it to the entrance of the main room he was met with six pairs of optics watching his every move, and three pairs of eyes looking at him, but they all held different emotions. Deciding that delaying the inevitable was counter productive, he looked to the prime as he addressed the cybertronians.

"The scraplet situation has been taken care of."

It was only as he noticed Miko paying him special attention that he remembered that he still hasn't retracted his back spikes or any of his metalivore kibble. With an almost unnoticeable grimace he decided it was too late for that now.

Optimus seemed to be the least affected from the whole situation as he stepped forward and nodded his helm in acknowledgement. He turned his frame so he was able to speak to the other autobots and also keep the metalivore in his peripheral, glancing between the two masses as he spoke.

"I'm glad to hear from your continued loyalty I presume the only thing that should change is how we see you physically."

Releaf settled through White Eyes chassis as his whole frame relaxed, carefully retracting his faceplate to reveal to the prime his visual appreciation. But to Optimus's other side he was met with complaints and frantic contradictions to his statement.

"Do you have a screw loose!? Can't you see the monster standing before you!?"

"I'm sorry Optimus, but are you sure that is a good idea, metalivores are feared for a reason."

"We can't accept a monster into our ranks, that would be ludicrous, what if one of us is eaten while we're in recharge?"

Optimus seemed disappointed by the actions of his soldiers and friends. This time, turning his back completely to White Eyes to address the complaining cybertronians, many of which complained more from that action. But quickly stopped as he tightened his posture, silently requesting them to listen to reason.