Failure

[rungout]

WHO: Rung, Open~
WHERE: He's wandered into Alpha Trion's Quadrant.
WHEN Sometime after the bad session with Fortress Maximus.
WHAT: He failed at the only thing he's ever truly been good at and he feels miserable because of it.
WARNINGS: N/A


Rung felt like a failure; an absolute failure in what he was supposed to be good at. He was supposed to help Fortress Maximus, do what he could because that's what his function was, and yet he'd completely fallen apart when the other had gotten upset and instead of helping he'd probably caused more harm than good. He'd lost his composure, let his emotions come through too much, and hadn't been able to keep his own haunting memories at bay.

It was everything that therapist wasn't supposed to do.

A small voice in the back of his head reminded him, as he walked along lost in thought, that the incident was still fairly fresh--recent enough that at times he could still feel the sting of the blow to his head--but a larger voice, the more stubborn one that Rung was letting have control at the moment, argued that it didn't matter. He should have been able to put it all aside and not let it get to him. He should have been able to calm Fortress Maximus down and helped him instead of freaking out.

He'd thought about retracting his offer for the time being, since he didn't feel like he was a good enough doctor to help anyone now, but he'd already made steps with several and he couldn't--wouldn't back out on them now.

But he'd never really felt more worthless in all of his existence really.

Rung had been so lost in thought that he didn't really realize where he'd ended up until he finally caught sight of a lake, the therapist's optics flickering as he slowed to a stop, staring out over the waters before finally looking around. It was very serene in a way, peaceful in a way that reminded him of what Blurr had said.

This must be Alpha Trion's quadrant.

Hesitating for a moment more, Rung's vents cycled softly as he pushed forward, heading down closer to the lake to just sit and..stew some more. Berate himself some more? Something like that...

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[4_toteachus]

Four loves exploring, but his problem is that it could take him hours to get from one location to another. It's times like this that he could appreciate the fact that he doesn't need to eat or do other organic things during his journeys. Today he had been inspecting the lake, playing around a little bit with the water and wondering if he could make a boat of some kind to sail it.

His attention is diverted by the presence of a certain robot. Four recognizes this one! Having lost most of his shyness a while ago, Four creeps up on the sitting Autobot and starts climbing up his leg until he balances on Rung's knee. The tiny, seven-inch-tall stitchpunk clicks and flashes his eyes several times and waves a hand, trying to get the robot's attention.

Hello!

[rungout]

Four was lucky that Rung had been glancing down at the water when the the flashing and movement caught his attention, the therapist's optics flickering as he snapped out of his thoughts to focus on the small figure on his knee. He didn't outright recognize the other but he smiled all the same, moving a hand to curl it around his knee a bit as he drew his leg up some to bring the tiny thing closer to him.

"Hello little one," he greeted. "I'm not sure if we've met--" Rung pauses, thinking back to the video log he'd seen as everything clicks--his head clearing enough from his own thoughts to remember.

"Four! Right?" he asked, peering down again, keeping his hand curled around his knee a bit just in case.

[4_toteachus]

The movement of Rung's knee hardly made him lose his balance. In fact, he laughed silently as he moved, greatly amused by this minor game. When everything settled down, Four gave Rung a bright smile at the mention of his name and nodded eagerly. It was nice to know that they knew each other now! Curious as ever, Four's eyes clicked some more as he examined Rung's hand. Cybertronian hands were almost as fascinating as Cybertronian faces, he found. They said a lot about them.

Ah, but there were more interesting places to examine, and the knee was nice enough but Four wanted to see Rung's face. He pointed at Rung's hand and opened his own tiny hand so that his palm was held upward. Yes he was being a bossy little stitchpunk, don't mind him.

Gahsocute

[rungout]

Such a curious little thing Four was. Of all the individuals that Rung had encountered so far, this one was definitely the most unique and interesting.

"Hm?" he murmured before realizing what the other was asking, turning his hand and putting it at level with his knee so the tiny stitchpunk could climb into his palm.

<3

[4_toteachus]

Excellent! Four wasted no time jumping from Rung's knee to his hand. He was really starting to get accustomed to standing on robot palms lately, and he didn't mind at all. Everyone was so gentle with him that he stopped worrying about being hurt a while ago.

From there he peered up at Rung with a more serious expression. Why did you look so sad when Four found you? Four didn't like all these unhappy robots he kept coming across. He needed a closer look, so he raised his arms above his head, indicating that he wanted to be picked up. Maybe up close he could figure out why Rung was upset.

[rungout]

The serious expression was a bit of a surprise for Rung but he accepted it and the gestures that followed, lifting the other slowly so that he was more eye level with Four now.

"Is something wrong, little one?" he asked, lifting his other hand to cradle it underneath the one the stitchpunk was in, more for stability than anything else.

[4_toteachus]

There was nothing wrong with Four, at least as far as he could tell. Four's hands clasped together and he tilted his head back and forth, his eyes clicking, and his expression worried. He decided that he liked Rung; the robot had a very kind face and a nice voice. It made him want to know his story even more.

He held out a hand delicately before withdrawing it. Hmm... He tapped his chin thoughtfully. It was times like this he wished he had the ability to actually speak.

[rungout]

Even with the oddities about the little stitchpunk, Rung could still at least pick up that there was a worried expression there and it wasn't hard to figure out that the little thing had noticed his previous state. The therapist's expression softened a bit and he gave the other a faint smile--attempting to be reassuring but it probably just looked more tired than anything else.

"I'm alright, Four, I promise. Just had a bit of a long day was all...a meeting with someone that I just wasn't ready to see, I suppose."

[4_toteachus]

Ah he sees now. Four tilted his head indecisively as he tried to decide what his next course of action should be. Being only seven inches tall severely limited the amount of comfort he could give a being Rung's size, but stitchpunks were nothing if not creative. Maybe he could get Rung to smile, a real smile, for just a little bit.

So he started spinning wildly on Rung's palm, his little arms held out as he pretended he was a helicopter. It turned out that little doll people could get dizzy too, as he tripped over his own feet and fell comically over. He popped back up and started playing a pretend game of pirates. Watch, Rung, as he bravely fended off his invisible enemies with his invisible sword (because what else can defeat an invisible person?). He was victorious! Many songs would be sung about his feats of strength and chivalry!

Four was having fun; he realized that he really should play more often. He hadn't done too much playing since leaving home, which was too bad.

[rungout]

At first he really had no idea what the little stitchpunk was up to but as the other continued to play, Rung slowly realized the little being was pretending to be different things, was playing in some manner and...well..

It was definitely enough to get the therapist to smile softly.

There was even a faint chuckle mixed in there as Four seemed to be sword fighting, Rung bracing his hand a bit more so he didn't shake and cause the other to fall a bit.

"Quite the hero you are, Four," he complimented, his smile growing a bit more as his optics dimmed in a content sort of manner.

[4_toteachus]

That was a real smile! Four instantly felt like he had managed to accomplish something today. Looking pleased with himself, Four bowed dramatically, as if he had just put on a performance for a huge audience. Now that Rung looked a little happier, he decided that now was a good time to do an examination!

Four scuttled to the edge of Rung's palm and held out both of his hands, indicating that he wanted to be brought closer to Rung's face.