shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

[As the feeding frenzy winds down, Adventure Bug blinkblinks, tilts their head, and gently picks up a remaining intact bowl of ice cream. Keeping it cradled safely against their torso, they hop over to the chair they first investigated and set the bowl down.] Big? Eat? Is good!

 

[Noooo that's not my kink!]

-She sticks a tongue out.-

 

-folds himself down into a sit, careful not to distrub the smol-

-Nonsense chirp back.-

-feeds- Are you still a baby?

 

[Keith... peeks around the chair's back cautiously.]
You mean me?

 

I guess? Never met another one, I mean BESIDES you. I was cold con.

Too baaaaad *flops*

*FOOD FOR THE FOOD GODS*

No. Not a baby.

 

Oh! The cold forging Cybertron did, right?

 

[He whistles back and does some weird shit with the light in his optic.]

Yeah, you're bound to meet as many cold-cons as forged these days. Me toooooo. We're made to order.

 

[Acknowledgechirp!!] Small??? [Did warmbig fall over? Are they okay?? Adventurebug advances another cautious hopstep, chirring concern.]

 

Is there ever a problem with not mapping to your frame properly? I can't imagine they took very much time determining what frame your spark wanted in the middle of a war, um.

 

[Heeey, feed me too!]

 

[Keith is honestly confused but... steps out a little bit from behind the chair.]
I'm not that short. That's a chair.

 

[He clacks his claws and tips his optic to the side.]

Nnnnooot the guy to ask, I been empurata'd so many times and fixed and then got my face'n hands taken away then fixed then empurata'd agaaaaaain I don't know what a body should feel like. It's bits, mostly. Just bits. Frame ain't nothing but a shell for the spark, hey?

 

They took your face?!

-She covers her own face, horrified and a little scared.-

W, w-why??

 

Basically MADE TO BE~

Yes. Sort of? MY FRAME IS WEIRD?

 

Cuz of me being a SLAGGER what won't shut up half the time, ey? Dumbest thing Wreckers ever did was modelock me and forget to cut off my vox. They got tired of me talkin' too and just left me in a locker eventually. Nobody likes a talker! Specially not a talker and a defector, you ain't know what they'll be talking about to who whenever.

[He thinks.] Nobody except sib and squiddy, anyways. They're good.

Good ol' squiddy. [His optic winks.]

 

You too!
-She looks around, curious-
And everyone else as well!

 

I, I, oh, I got shut up in a room too for... a million years, I think??

 

Hey! [He holds up a claw for a high-five.]

 

You´re a bit like the [Warriors] when they just hatch!

-chirpclick!-

 

GOOD OL' ME

Yes? *Thinks about that* But I study things! I STUDY ORGANICS!