capeandcowllogs | DIGGING TO THE RHYTHM OF A SOLITARY SIREN

WHO: Waspinator, Shockwave and OPEN to... The 'Cons who're around Shockwave's lab I guess seriously just jump in wah.
WHERE: Shockwave's Lab, hidden away somewhere mysterious and secret.
WHEN: Backdated to Saturday, November 28th.
WARNINGS: Shockwave scares small children.
SUMMARY: ROBOTS THAT WERE TURNED INTO PEOPLE BEING TURNED INTO DIFFERENT KINDS OF ROBOTS. BEING TURNED INTO PEOPLE AGAIN. AND PROBABLY SCREAMING. So, the usual.
FORMAT: I don't even care.

His head ached where Shockwave had souldered the analogues of his antennae off. His wrists ached where they were held down from being pinned for so long. His voice box was starting to sound staticky from overuse - he could see how six days of screaming would do that. And his processor ached and he didn't even know why. He was, all in all, not in bad shape, but all of it was avoidable.

Near a week as a an inorganic again and he hadn't even had any energon. The scientist was keeping him on some kind of oil, or whatever. Nobody told him anything. He had fuzzy memories of people having come in and out of the lab, but he was too uncertain to pinpoint them. The huge majority he knew was Shockwave, though. He was the only one that ever came into Waspinator's line of sight. Because it didn't matter if Waspinator knew who he was, there wasn't anything he could do to get back at him.

A slight jolt broke his train of thought, making him look around the room for the source. It felt almost like the shock that had taken his wings away last time (nonononoNO THAT CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN) and he forced himself to breathe normally.

He looked down and found that his hands were once again flesh-tone, calloused and most importantly human. And the machine that had returned him to being made of metal hadn't appeared to have anything to do with it this time, so it probably wasn't planned.

... Well, that was just great. Now he was squishy and had stronger pain receptors. Brilliant.

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This was how it always happened, wasn't it. You step out for a second and come back and your experiment has changed. Whether you had someone or thing watching it or not. Not that he had left anything watching Waspinator, it was not needed. The lab's location was secret and the bug was properly restrained, he would not be going anywhere.

Still coming back and finding Waspinator human once more was hardly a calculated result, hardly expected or prepared for. Something happened.

"Hnn..."

His eyes narrowed as he slowly made his way over to the Predacon. "Why are you human again."

Not a question. The scientist was merely speaking aloud. Puzzling. Clearly he needed to stop leaving his experiments... ever. That was the last time he'd ever leave to get food. It was enough of a miracle he even remembered that he needed to eat, what with the whole robot experiment.

Waspinator jumped, flinching visibly as Shockwave came back into the room. "Wazpinator doezn't know! Waz juzt szitting here and suddenly, ZZZT, back to squishy!" It was the best description Shockwave could get out of him.

He shifted uncomfortably, as much as he could. Shockwave being back couldn't possibly be considered a good thing. It just meant more squirming and tests and likely more screaming, and now that he had vocal cords again he didn't want to strain the damn things to breaking point.

"Wazpinator doezn't know." He repeated, trying to affirm his innocence. It wasn't his doing, slaggit!

Waspinator's reaction was ignored as Shockwave gave him a look over. X-rays. Incredibly useful when it came to experimenting.

He was completely human, from what Shockwave could tell, not a trace of anything inorganic - not the most pleasing thing. Still the scientist as always would need to be certain.

Without a word he turned, flipping a few things on a machine. He'd just do a scan to verify that Waspinator was as he seemed, as unfortunate as this was for the remainder of his experiments. Although fortunately he would not have to move the bug.

"Yes, I didn't think you would."

He leant back against a table, folding his arms, just waiting for the scan to finish. There wouldn't be much to do if the results were what he expected them to be.

A huff. Then why had he even asked? The idea of a hypothetical question was still out of the Predacon's grasp. He'd just assumed something spoken out loud was aimed at him.

He was supposed to be used to tests of all sorts. Poking, prodding, scans, the works. They still made him nervous, though.

"What iz Shockbot doing now?" He whined, clenching and unclenching his fists. "What doez Shockbot need to know, mmzzzz?"

"I need to be sure that you have returned to being fully organic."

An terribly unfortunate result, but he could do nothing. Using the machine again would be pointless if he would simply return to an organic state after seven days. It would have to be fixed - although once the scientist checked his comm his ideas on what needed to be done would change.

"If that is the case - and I do believe it is, then I have no use for you and you can go."

Waspinator shook his head from side to side sharply, making a face. "Wazpinator lookz organic! Wazpinator feelz organic! Shockbot not need to do anymore teztz! Can stop them now!" It was probably supposed to sound commanding. It didn't.

He perked up at that. "Wazpinator can go home? Nrzz. Well. Away? From here? Really?" He tried not to look too hopeful - it wouldn't do to let an enemy see that he expected anything.

"Merely because you look and feel organic does not mean that you are organic. I need to be certain that this was not due to the machine reacting poorly to our changed states, or metas in general."

He almost let out a sigh. Waspinator, as usual, was being his paranoid panicky self. He didn't quite get the point that the bug was trying to be - sound - commanding.

"It is just a scan, Waspinator - one that is almost done. Keep still."

The scientist nodded, "If you have returned to your organic state, then you can leave. Go home, go fly around, I really do not care what you do. Well. As long as you do not mention this week to anyone."

DIGGING TO THE RHYTHM OF A SOLITARY SIREN

that is the best summary ever.

and still 100% accurate :')

it makes it such a beautiful thing.

i am not accustomed to making beautiful things!

there's a first for everything.

but usually i am hideous! also very very late i'msosorryfinalskickedmyass ;;

/puts up a sign that says 'tag whenever you want and can. the corn doesn't care if it's late'