Post by Nines on Jul 3, 2020 23:49:38 GMT
Nines sucked in another breath as he tried to keep his optics open. Despite the fact that he was being held upright, it still took effort to fight off his drowsiness. Napping sounded fantastic. Maybe if he slept and woke up again he wouldn’t be in some sort of weird adventure. At least that’s what he thought he was in. Everyone kept referring to some sort of endeavor about a sea creature.
“Well why’d ya wake me up? If someone isn’t dead or dying I don’t give THREE—“ Nines held up two fingers before furrowing his optic ridges. Blinking, he cleared his throat as he adjusted his digits being held up to three. “No, FOUR Popsicle sticks about anything if someones not dying. Are you dying?” He turned to Blitzwing. The mech had set him down and proceeded to walk towards the bridge to direct the craft. “Oh wait a sec.” Nines squinted.
“He’s not Dying he’s Blitzwing.” Nines realized, hiccuping as he slumped to the ground again. The chopper curled against the wall right by the window.
“NOTHING happened to MY family.” Nines sputtered to Bumblebee, “Except that I used to have ammaker. There used to be so many of me. Clones.” Nines slunk further on the floor, “It was awesome. Like the best thing ever. I understood myselves perfectly.” Nines giggled, “Then one day my maker reprogrammed most of us and turned all our experiments against us.” His face flickered, “And we all had to kill eachother. And I barely survived. And I shot myselves. And I shot me. And I tried to shoot myself, and my creator left, and she said I was a failure, and I’m alone, and I don’t always know what to do, and I feel like a freak, and I can’t fix myself, and everything’s empty, and—“
The sight of giant sets of optics cut the medic’s ramblings short as jumped ten feet in the air, coolant tears wicking as his body focused not the grandness of how chocked he was.
“HOLY PRIMUS AND UNICRON ON A BICYCLE.” Nines exclaimed, scrambling from the window, grabbing his pistol from its holster. Instinctively, he pulled the trigger. Only to hear the telltale sound of clicking. He didn’t have a mag. A small note hung from the weapon: “If you’re going to drink I don’t trust you with a loaded weapon you idiot. —Nines.”
Nines stared blankly at his weapon, before he noticed the shark “swimming” outside completely remove the problem. “Wow.” He gurgled, relaxing on the floor again. “That was convenient.” He glanced back to the Magnus and Bumblebee. “Da-frick is that guy anyways?”
“He’s not Dying he’s Blitzwing.” Nines realized, hiccuping as he slumped to the ground again. The chopper curled against the wall right by the window.
“NOTHING happened to MY family.” Nines sputtered to Bumblebee, “Except that I used to have ammaker. There used to be so many of me. Clones.” Nines slunk further on the floor, “It was awesome. Like the best thing ever. I understood myselves perfectly.” Nines giggled, “Then one day my maker reprogrammed most of us and turned all our experiments against us.” His face flickered, “And we all had to kill eachother. And I barely survived. And I shot myselves. And I shot me. And I tried to shoot myself, and my creator left, and she said I was a failure, and I’m alone, and I don’t always know what to do, and I feel like a freak, and I can’t fix myself, and everything’s empty, and—“
The sight of giant sets of optics cut the medic’s ramblings short as jumped ten feet in the air, coolant tears wicking as his body focused not the grandness of how chocked he was.
“HOLY PRIMUS AND UNICRON ON A BICYCLE.” Nines exclaimed, scrambling from the window, grabbing his pistol from its holster. Instinctively, he pulled the trigger. Only to hear the telltale sound of clicking. He didn’t have a mag. A small note hung from the weapon: “If you’re going to drink I don’t trust you with a loaded weapon you idiot. —Nines.”
Nines stared blankly at his weapon, before he noticed the shark “swimming” outside completely remove the problem. “Wow.” He gurgled, relaxing on the floor again. “That was convenient.” He glanced back to the Magnus and Bumblebee. “Da-frick is that guy anyways?”