[Transformers] Wayward Sons - Prologue
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dracoqueen22Title: Prologue
Series: Wayward Sons
Universe: Transformers (G1, Bayverse, and Prime)
Characters: OCs
Rating: T
Warnings: dark themes
His first memory is of pain.
Love intermingles, along with images of Wirelight, his guardian and caretaker. But mostly there is pain. It radiates through his chassis, tingles along every sensory node, but centers in his spark chamber.
His spark feels overlarge and hot. He cannot ventilate around the agony.
It is barely two orns after his ensparking that Wirelight has to rush him to the nearest medical center. He hasn't been able to learn much of anything from Wirelight, who had requested a newspark to raise and make his own. Wirelight wants somemech to help him with his business, be a second pair of servos, and eventually, maybe even branch into his own specialty.
The pain becomes too much.
He remembers his HUD spitting errors at him, so many that he cannot identify or decode them all. Most are beyond his level of functioning to understand. That comprehension would have come with time, maturation, and upgrades.
He is only two orns into his functioning and all he knows is pain.
He remembers the fear and the worry in Wirelight's optics. He remembers grey servos wringing together, pale optics and hunched shoulders.
The medical center is a blur of colors and sights and sounds. A nauseating melange of input that make his tank roil and reject its mid-grade contents. The energon splatters on his own chestplate, painting the bright red with stripes of sour pink.
The pain swells and builds inside of him. He remembers groaning, reaching for something to steady him. Servos grab his wrists, pinning them down. He remembers flailing, shouting, whining in confusion.
The first thing he remembers is pain.
And then something in his chamber snaps. And all he knows is darkness.
Series: Wayward Sons
Universe: Transformers (G1, Bayverse, and Prime)
Characters: OCs
Rating: T
Warnings: dark themes
We all grow up with the weight of history on us. Our ancestors dwell in the attics of our brains as they do in the spiraling chains of knowledge hidden in every cell of our bodies. ~Shirley Abbott
His first memory is of pain.
Love intermingles, along with images of Wirelight, his guardian and caretaker. But mostly there is pain. It radiates through his chassis, tingles along every sensory node, but centers in his spark chamber.
His spark feels overlarge and hot. He cannot ventilate around the agony.
It is barely two orns after his ensparking that Wirelight has to rush him to the nearest medical center. He hasn't been able to learn much of anything from Wirelight, who had requested a newspark to raise and make his own. Wirelight wants somemech to help him with his business, be a second pair of servos, and eventually, maybe even branch into his own specialty.
The pain becomes too much.
He remembers his HUD spitting errors at him, so many that he cannot identify or decode them all. Most are beyond his level of functioning to understand. That comprehension would have come with time, maturation, and upgrades.
He is only two orns into his functioning and all he knows is pain.
He remembers the fear and the worry in Wirelight's optics. He remembers grey servos wringing together, pale optics and hunched shoulders.
The medical center is a blur of colors and sights and sounds. A nauseating melange of input that make his tank roil and reject its mid-grade contents. The energon splatters on his own chestplate, painting the bright red with stripes of sour pink.
The pain swells and builds inside of him. He remembers groaning, reaching for something to steady him. Servos grab his wrists, pinning them down. He remembers flailing, shouting, whining in confusion.
The first thing he remembers is pain.
And then something in his chamber snaps. And all he knows is darkness.
