Memoirs of a Frame-Welder
Title: Memoirs of a Frame-Welder
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Ratchet's Frame-Welder, Ratchet and Bulkhead
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I still know it's not mine even while sleep-deprived.
Prompt: tf_speedwriting prompt 3 " Task: tell a story from the perspective of a non-sentient object"
I was on the floor again. I’m not exactly sure how I ended up there this time, but I was soon picked up by the disgruntled medic who quickly flicked me back on and began to fix up whatever strange thing the orb he was constructing.
Heat flew through me, making me hotter where metal was present, but the grips were fine to touch.
With a sigh, Ratchet put me on the side, on a crate he was using as a table and began to talk about something important with two humanoid youths and the bulky green mech.
It was then that something unexpected happened.
Bulkhead’s fist came hurtling down towards me.
I was utterly powerless to move and had to accept my fate.
All that came after that was pain and darkness.
Continuity: Transformers: Prime
Characters: Ratchet's Frame-Welder, Ratchet and Bulkhead
Rating: K
Disclaimer: I still know it's not mine even while sleep-deprived.
Prompt: tf_speedwriting prompt 3 " Task: tell a story from the perspective of a non-sentient object"
I was on the floor again. I’m not exactly sure how I ended up there this time, but I was soon picked up by the disgruntled medic who quickly flicked me back on and began to fix up whatever strange thing the orb he was constructing.
Heat flew through me, making me hotter where metal was present, but the grips were fine to touch.
With a sigh, Ratchet put me on the side, on a crate he was using as a table and began to talk about something important with two humanoid youths and the bulky green mech.
It was then that something unexpected happened.
Bulkhead’s fist came hurtling down towards me.
I was utterly powerless to move and had to accept my fate.
All that came after that was pain and darkness.