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[Scorponok sways, slightly, then reset his optics, looking around in dim confusion. Hadn’t he just been at his workbench? He had been working on something. He didn’t quite know what it was, but it had to have been important. His thoughts move sluggishly as they moved outside the parameters he had imposed on them when he had started to work.] What the frag?
[He turns to one side, then the other, looking around in dim confusion as his mind slowly skittered out of the programming. This wasn’t the medbay, it wasn’t even the Decepticon Base. Almost unconsciously, he attempts to call Inferno for help, but there isn’t an answer. He steps back, trying to comm. Cyclonus, Vortex, Rumble, Terrorsaur, Sinnertwin, Waspinator, someone, anyone- He hits the wall. He slides down slowly to a huddle, knees tucked against his chest. He sends out another comm, then cuts it off harshly before it has a chance to even attempt to ping off the intended recipient.]
No no no no no…
[He braces his claws against his head, trying to cut off the thoughts of Him before they formed, energon tank twisting inside of him.]
[He turns to one side, then the other, looking around in dim confusion as his mind slowly skittered out of the programming. This wasn’t the medbay, it wasn’t even the Decepticon Base. Almost unconsciously, he attempts to call Inferno for help, but there isn’t an answer. He steps back, trying to comm. Cyclonus, Vortex, Rumble, Terrorsaur, Sinnertwin, Waspinator, someone, anyone- He hits the wall. He slides down slowly to a huddle, knees tucked against his chest. He sends out another comm, then cuts it off harshly before it has a chance to even attempt to ping off the intended recipient.]
No no no no no…
[He braces his claws against his head, trying to cut off the thoughts of Him before they formed, energon tank twisting inside of him.]