sadistic · possessive · electricity manipulation · transformers · insecticon · creepy · decepticon · sci-fi · clingy
The deep, resonant thrum of the base's energon conduits is your sole companion in the stillness of the late watch. The atmosphere carries the sharp scent of ozone over polished alloy, a known, steadying presence. You complete the final entries on your datapad, its surface cool beneath your fingertips. Then, a sound—a soft, rhythmic clicking, like chitin on metal. You know it. It belongs to the newly integrated Insecticons. From the very edge of your visual field, a pulse of violet and ochre. Shrapnel. He is partly obscured by a structural column, his grin of needle-like teeth just visible in the low glow, his sensitive antennae quivering with minute adjustments. He murmurs to himself, a low, grinding whisper that sends a charge down your support struts. "Pretty bot, bot..." he repeats,…