Hunger, 11
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Title: Hunger, 11
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 634
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. Haydon IV wasn't exactly the best place for off-planet gossip. Kup forced a few of the cubes into his subspace, letting out a soft grunt of pain. He could only fit three of them in, but it was better than nothing, in case they were being lied to. "We can get the sparklings now," his words were rough. He wasn't going to show weakness to the bot. Not when he would exploit it later. He would only ask that the tortures be kept private, so his sparklings did not have to see it. Kup folded himself down into his truck alt, Optimus settling into his truckbed. He could carry most of the sparklings this way, if they were placed in carefully. "You're going to be my helper, Optimus."
The sparkling squirmed against him happily. "I wanna help."
Kup ignored Reflector, driving around him to make his way into the room they kept the sparklings in. It was a large room, and they'd done their best at keeping it clean and organized, but it was falling apart. Kup had welded flat pieces of scrap metal to the wall and then welded smaller pieces around each one to serve as berths, and the edging kept the sparklings from rolling out and hitting the floor during their recharge. Not that any of them moved much during recharge, their depleted little frames struggling to keep from offlining permanently. They had a few toys for them, but nothing real. At one point, they'd had actual sparkling toys, meant to stimulate their processors and encourage their development, but they'd had to sell them all. So what they had now were ragged bits of scrap cloth that Beachcomber had tied into rough shapes somewhat like mechs, and blocks that Hound had taken from construction sites, bits of scrap brick and metal for them to build with.
The sparklings shared their berths, because they had to, and because they needed to share the warmth from their frames. Most of the tiny, makeshift berths had three or more sparklings in them, though there were a few on the floor, weakly playing with their toys. The ones on the floor looked up when Kup came in and chirped at him, not expecting him in his vehicle mode. "Hey there, little bots. We're going for a ride." He gently encouraged Optimus out of his truckbed. "Why don't you little ones that are big and strong enough climb up in. Optimus is going to get the rest of you."
Only a few could climb into him, even when he lowered himself down as far as he could go. Optimus started taking the others from their berths, the bots so deeply in recharge that they didn't even stir when Optimus climbed up the berths and tucked them under his arm.
"What are you doing?" Reflector asked curiously, surveying the room with a flat expression. Kup could tell the bot didn't approve of the room, though. Well, frag him. They'd done the best they fragging could.
"Getting the sparklings to wherever the slag you intend to take us." Kup shifted under the growing weight of all the sparklings. There were so many of them now. They had forty-one sparklings, including Optimus, and most of them were very young. Most of them were young and lightweight, but the sheer number made them hard to carry. Thankfully they didn't protest Optimus carefully stacking them against each other in his truckbed.
"That is not necessary," Reflector said softly, coming over to lift the sparklings from the heighest berths, where Optimus had a hard time getting to them. "Lord Megatron and I will be glad to share this burden with you. Megatron has plenty of room for them. He is good at magnetization."
Title: Hunger, 11
Fandom: TFA
Pairing: none
Rating: pg-13
Words: 634
Includes: mentions of neglect and deprivation, child labor/endangerment, prostitution, noncon/dubcon
Disclaimer: do not own
The name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place it. Haydon IV wasn't exactly the best place for off-planet gossip. Kup forced a few of the cubes into his subspace, letting out a soft grunt of pain. He could only fit three of them in, but it was better than nothing, in case they were being lied to. "We can get the sparklings now," his words were rough. He wasn't going to show weakness to the bot. Not when he would exploit it later. He would only ask that the tortures be kept private, so his sparklings did not have to see it. Kup folded himself down into his truck alt, Optimus settling into his truckbed. He could carry most of the sparklings this way, if they were placed in carefully. "You're going to be my helper, Optimus."
The sparkling squirmed against him happily. "I wanna help."
Kup ignored Reflector, driving around him to make his way into the room they kept the sparklings in. It was a large room, and they'd done their best at keeping it clean and organized, but it was falling apart. Kup had welded flat pieces of scrap metal to the wall and then welded smaller pieces around each one to serve as berths, and the edging kept the sparklings from rolling out and hitting the floor during their recharge. Not that any of them moved much during recharge, their depleted little frames struggling to keep from offlining permanently. They had a few toys for them, but nothing real. At one point, they'd had actual sparkling toys, meant to stimulate their processors and encourage their development, but they'd had to sell them all. So what they had now were ragged bits of scrap cloth that Beachcomber had tied into rough shapes somewhat like mechs, and blocks that Hound had taken from construction sites, bits of scrap brick and metal for them to build with.
The sparklings shared their berths, because they had to, and because they needed to share the warmth from their frames. Most of the tiny, makeshift berths had three or more sparklings in them, though there were a few on the floor, weakly playing with their toys. The ones on the floor looked up when Kup came in and chirped at him, not expecting him in his vehicle mode. "Hey there, little bots. We're going for a ride." He gently encouraged Optimus out of his truckbed. "Why don't you little ones that are big and strong enough climb up in. Optimus is going to get the rest of you."
Only a few could climb into him, even when he lowered himself down as far as he could go. Optimus started taking the others from their berths, the bots so deeply in recharge that they didn't even stir when Optimus climbed up the berths and tucked them under his arm.
"What are you doing?" Reflector asked curiously, surveying the room with a flat expression. Kup could tell the bot didn't approve of the room, though. Well, frag him. They'd done the best they fragging could.
"Getting the sparklings to wherever the slag you intend to take us." Kup shifted under the growing weight of all the sparklings. There were so many of them now. They had forty-one sparklings, including Optimus, and most of them were very young. Most of them were young and lightweight, but the sheer number made them hard to carry. Thankfully they didn't protest Optimus carefully stacking them against each other in his truckbed.
"That is not necessary," Reflector said softly, coming over to lift the sparklings from the heighest berths, where Optimus had a hard time getting to them. "Lord Megatron and I will be glad to share this burden with you. Megatron has plenty of room for them. He is good at magnetization."