There's a small nod from Soundwave in acknowledgement. It should feel safer, having a presence nearby that comforts him. He'll be okay, or so he hopes. Lightly, he squeezes Wing's hand before relaxing his grip and turning his head.
Calming himself, he turns off his optics and works on slipping into recharge.
It's nice, at first.
Minutes pass, though, and there's a shudder in Soundwave's frame. all the tendrils prying in, tearing him open, hands groping around inside where they don't belong, passing over his ember casing, his face is torn out and he drips with energon, sputters static and droplets of fuel as he bleeds, limbs being taken apart and he's helpless to it all and Ratchet smiles and Prism smiles and he feels the creeping darkness of him and TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR the desert gapes open, hissing sand, and the statue stands there, both welcoming and horrifying Soundwave whimpers in his sleep.
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Calming himself, he turns off his optics and works on slipping into recharge.
It's nice, at first.
Minutes pass, though, and there's a shudder in Soundwave's frame.
all the tendrils prying in, tearing him open, hands groping around inside where they don't belong, passing over his ember casing, his face is torn out and he drips with energon, sputters static and droplets of fuel as he bleeds, limbs being taken apart and he's helpless to it all and Ratchet smiles and Prism smiles and he feels the creeping darkness of him and
TWINKLE TWINKLE LITTLE STAR
the desert gapes open, hissing sand, and the statue stands there, both welcoming and horrifying
Soundwave whimpers in his sleep.