shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[He makes a noise like a jammed up harddrive and a shredded cooling fan had an unhealthy sounding baby and finally drops his arms so they're in reach to be grabbed.]

 

Switch? I-
-this one's another ghost; he looks like a standard medic frame, ambulance alt, but rather scuffed and dented. He also looks confused, and hurt-
...
Are you dead too...?

 

-she pulls them down so she can take his hands and squeeze them-
Boltgun's dead. We killed him.

 

I--
[Switch takes half a step forward, stops himself-- twitches a hand like he wants to reach out, and doesn't finish that movement either. When he speaks, his voice is quiet and thick with static, but he's staring right back at Shade like if he looks away everything will vanish.]

...yes. I am. A... a long while after you, but-- yes.

 

-Shade's face twitches, pain joining the confusion and hurt, and he rubs briefly at his optics, dropping his gaze to the floor and then sideways to glance at Scanner-
...Oh. ...What were you doing to- him? -quick jerk of the head in Scanner's direction-

 

[His vents open with a hiss, fans going fast with how upset he is.]
W-we did that yes.

 

Spoiler: Unpleasantness

We tied him down and tortured him until he died.

 

...losing my temper. I. Shouldn't have. [He flexes a hand, extending and retracting his needles.] I-- he's an Autobot, does it really matter?

 

[He nods frantically, clinging to her hands.]

[That does make him look up and glare.]
So are you, Needles.

 

-Shade's gaze immediately goes to the hand- You never used to- to want to use those in a bad way on anyone, even if they were-

What?
-this ghost still proudly wears his purple Decepticon badge, emblazoned in the centre of his chest-

 

I don't-- I don't, I--

Spoiler: canon-typical depressing shit

--you know what happens to us eventually, we burn out and collapse and all the good parts go first, it's not-- I'm not proud of what I did, Shade.

[Oh look, a convenient target to vent some of those uncomfortable Feelings on.] Oh, like you ever expected loyalty out of me. I'm no more a 'Bot than I ever was a willing tool of the Senate.

I-- [nope, apparently it's still Bad Feels Time. Switch actually flinches; where his badge used to be is only a patch of scraped-clean metal, bits of plain metallic grey showing through here and there.]

 

I don't know if you forgot somehow but I'm an MTO, I don't get to have opinions on this slag!

 

Like "allowed to" ever stopped you from loudly voicing opinions on anything else.

 

-she reaches further up his arm and strokes, firm and grounding-

Scanner. Come away.

 

Look fragface I don't care if you used to be a con, if you made the decision to take the red I'm gonna judge you by that merit because I sure as frag didn't have a choice in the matter. You're a real person, so slagging act like it!

 

[He scowls, evidently still feeling like looking for a fight.]
I'm not gonna walk away andlet him win...

 

Oh, Switch, I- -he reaches out, then stops, pulling his hand away- But- why- even if you weren't a true 'Bot why did you ever- why aren't you wearing-

-the word MTO makes Shade full-body flinch, arms coming up defensively like he's trying to hide-

 

-Throttle gives Switch a decidedly unfavourable up-and-down-
He's an idiot.

 

So what, I don't have delusions about not being one too.

 

-she sighs-
Very well.
-then she imperiously demands Up, because if he's going to shout at people she might as well have a front-row seat-