Let me live without this empty bliss;

[sound_loyal]

WHO: Soundwave sound_loyal, open!
WHAT: After rejecting an invader trick-or-treater, Soundwave finds himself a vampire of the not-sparkly variety. Please feed him.
WHERE: The Hollow/Zone Six initially, but he's roaming. Just post a location in your tag.
WHEN: Backdated to the Halloween Event.
WARNINGS/NOTES: Potential robot!vampirism. You know you want Soundwave

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Soundwave is always happy to try and chew on your neck.

[sound_loyal]

It had been his intention to escape the Hollow - The hunger was impossible to ignore, forcing itself ot the forefront of his processor. He needed to feed in order to continue functioning.

But that didn't trump his loyalty to Megatron entirely. If he could help it, he would avoid utilizing any of the mechs under his master's command - Given that he didn't yet know the effects his newfound... 'ability' would have on his victims.

Fate, however, had a different plan.

It must have, as the first mech he stumbled upon was none other than the Decepticon leader himself.

The feeling in the communications officer's chest could be described only as alarm, shocked by the sudden sharp pull of instinct - For that instant, the identity of Magnum hadn't mattered. Only that he was online. A target.

Food.

He wanted to draw back, but at this point, he had no doubt that his presence had been detected. There was only the fleeting hope that he would be allowed to continue about his business undisturbed - Though in Soundwave's case, it was more like a preferrable outcome, than true "hope."

[not_your_gun]

Soundwave had always been a quiet mech, and Megatron remembered well how, when the Hollow had been full, he'd been startled many times to find his communications officer standing not far away from him.

Now, with no others around, he knew the soft footfalls for what they were.

"Soundwave." He couldn't help but smile, sitting up on his throne and trying to not look like he'd just been sprawled so lazily across it, a moment ago.

"You were just who I was hoping to see. Come join me."

[sound_loyal]

The voice drew his attention immediately, pausing in his movements; he couldn't ignore a direct request from Megatron. He wouldn't. It may as well have been hardwired into his systems.

He turned to fix his expressionless gaze on the throne, altering course despite the system warnings. Both a priority and a target, just being around Magnum was more of a conflict than his emotions had ever been. Thankfully, the ever-present mask would disguise his affliction... For the moment, anyway.

"As you command."

He only paused when he reached the foot of the throne, optics fixed intently on the Decepticon leader. Moreso on his throat than his face, but then, the visor hid that just as well the mask did his sharpened dental plating.

"Query: Does Megatron require assistance?"

[not_your_gun]

"Not assistance, no." He leaned forward, resting his elbow-joints just inside his knee-spikes, watching Soundwave.

It had been some time, yes. There were differences.

The most obvious difference was the return of focus. Soundwave, connected to Ratchet, had seemed out of sorts, almost expressive for a mech who normally remained still. This Soundwave was already attentive, already listening...

"I want to hear how you have been. What you discovered, on your journey..."

[sound_loyal]

"Datalogs: have been provided."

This conversation needed to be over. Immediately.

While he would usually experience some odd sense of importance, a feeling he had finally become accustomed to, he didn't. He felt traitorous. He felt hungry.

The lust was nothing like it should have been, if he were to even admit that it existed in the first place.

He took a small step closer without fully realizing, canting his head slightly.

"Further analysis: Required?"