Mandatory Halloween Post!
This pic comes with a drabble of its own. Instead of doing something cute or funny, I wanted to do sometihng mildly disturbing or creepy, let's see how well I succeded at that.
I recommend listening to the track 'Pain and Retribution' in the halloween tunes playlist.
This picture is a little in the gore side but not too much. o_o;; Happy Halloween?
Title: Requiem for the Nameless.
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied violence, a bit of gore, weirdness, angst, and big bad warning for character death.
Pairings: None.
Summary: Not even the most gruesome of crime scenes could prepare the enforcer Jazz for what he was about to experience.
Notes: I can't write horror to save my life. Sorry!
Jazz stared uneasily at the sparkling before him. The carnage around the rest of the living unit seemed to pale in comparison to what he found in this dark little room, barely big enough to fit a tiny berth and a chest with neatly arranged toys. A little table peppered with empty cubes of energon, and large splatters of energon staining the surface along with the little chair next to it.
The enforcer made no movement to come closer -he couldn't even if he wanted. Something about the sparkling disturbed him, and it wasn't just the fact he clung tightly to the severed head of his own creator. Something about his optics, the eerie glow and seemingly undisturbed look on the sparkling covered on what Jazz assumed to be his creator's fluids.
"He did not want to play with me." The sparkling said softly, and had the sparkling not been holding his creator's head like a favored toy, Jazz would have found him cute. Jazz wasn't sure whether the sparkling was making an admission to something, or just making a casual commentary. Either way, the sparkling was freaking him out and he kept his distance for now.
"Th'others will be here soon, we'll find whoever did this ta yer creators," Jazz spoke softly, although in the back of his processor he suspected he was right before the culprit.
"Will you play with me?" the sparkling asked suddenly.
Jazz choose to ignore the question, taking a cautious step closer to assess the sparkling's injuries if he had any, his sidearm held tightly on his right hand. "Are ya injured?"
The sparkling's optics glowed a little brighter looking down at the severed head in his arms, as expressionless as Jazz found him upon his arrival. "He didn't want to play with me," the sparkling repeated and looked back up to Jazz, a tiny pale hand reached out, covered with glowing energon that was beginning to grow stale. "Play with me?"
Jazz fought the urge to take a step back. He had been in thousands of gruesome crime scenes, but even those seemed to pale in his processors compared to this sparkling that exuded something disturbing, unnatural, and frightening. "I can't, bitlet," Jazz said as soothingly as he could. "Must not alter the place for the other enforcers."
The sparkling's hold on his creator's head tightened unnaturaly, and Jazz could see a diminutive, otherwise delicate finger dig into the glass of a dead optic, cracking it; and although his expression did not change, Jazz could feel the sparkling's 'disappointment' over his reply.
"Will you play with me?" the sparkling asked again, taking a step forward, optics glowing brighter.
"Stand back, bitlet," Jazz warned, taking a cautious step back. The sparkling did not stop, small step after small step accompanied by the dripping of what fluid remained in the conduits of the severed head he held to his chest. "Please, play with me."
A shot rang through the room like a thunder in a storm. Jazz heard voices that sounded like they came from far away, although his sensors confirmed they were just behind him. The sparkling uttered no sound even as the shot pierced through the head and then his weak armor. He staggered back, clinging tightly to the head in his arms, a new flow of energon running through his legs, partly slowed down by his creator's head.
Jazz stared into those blue optics as the sparkling fell to his knees. The enforcer could hear one of his superiors yelling at whoever it was that shot, the officer trying to justify his actions as defending Jazz from an assailant he could't quite see well at the time he shot.
It didn't matter. Jazz felt himself rush to the sparkling's side just in time to catch his little body as it fell forward, calling for a medic. The sparkling looked at him with those eerie blue optics. "No one wants to play with me..." he whispered, holding as tight as he could to his creator's head, not seeming to register the pain, or that his systems were in critical condition and were shutting down.
"I..." Jazz did not know what to say. The sparkling, even as he held him and tried to pry the head off his little hands to get access to his wound and try to patch it up, still creeped out Jazz. "I'm sorry bitlet..."
The sparkling's optics flickered, beginning to dim, clinging with all his might to his creators head. There seemed to be no pain in his face, not even recognition he was shutting down. Jazz managed to remove the severed head from the sparkling's grasp, setting it aside as a medic knelt by them and began to attempt to save the sparkling's life. "What's yer name, bitlet?" He asked, trying to keep the sparkling concious and buy the medic more time.
The sparkling looked up at Jazz with a little frown, trying to reach back for the severed head. "He called me spawn of Unicron."
Jazz had to resist the urge to shudder. "Surely he gave ya a real designation?" He heard the medic curse next to him, blurting something about the sparkling shutting down faster than he could dress his wounds.
The sparkling's optis dimmed even more, turning his head to look back at the head Jazz kept far away enough for him to reach. As his optics powered down completely, his little arm fell limp against the ground, hand and fingers still outstretched towards the head of his creator.
Jazz felt the room growing colder, and he wasn't sure if it was just his processor playing tricks on him, or if the room had indeed turned colder, it didn't matter to Jazz anymore.
A glitched sparkling. That's what his superiors determined about the case. Whatever it was Jazz knew that sparkling would haunt him for vorns to come. There were times when he could hear him through the haze of recharge, pleading to Jazz to play with him.
He searched through the city's records, looking for any information about the sparkling, but all he could find was information about his creators and siblings. Nobody had bothered to give the sparkling a designation. He stood before the wall full of memorial plates, the sparkling's family all bore names and dedicatory. A simple and small, nameless plate with the date of deactivation was the only tell tale of the sparkling's existance. Jazz nodded to an attendant, and the mech began to carve a name into the empty plate: Prowl.
I recommend listening to the track 'Pain and Retribution' in the halloween tunes playlist.
This picture is a little in the gore side but not too much. o_o;; Happy Halloween?
Title: Requiem for the Nameless.
Rating: R
Warnings: Implied violence, a bit of gore, weirdness, angst, and big bad warning for character death.
Pairings: None.
Summary: Not even the most gruesome of crime scenes could prepare the enforcer Jazz for what he was about to experience.
Notes: I can't write horror to save my life. Sorry!
Jazz stared uneasily at the sparkling before him. The carnage around the rest of the living unit seemed to pale in comparison to what he found in this dark little room, barely big enough to fit a tiny berth and a chest with neatly arranged toys. A little table peppered with empty cubes of energon, and large splatters of energon staining the surface along with the little chair next to it.
The enforcer made no movement to come closer -he couldn't even if he wanted. Something about the sparkling disturbed him, and it wasn't just the fact he clung tightly to the severed head of his own creator. Something about his optics, the eerie glow and seemingly undisturbed look on the sparkling covered on what Jazz assumed to be his creator's fluids.
"He did not want to play with me." The sparkling said softly, and had the sparkling not been holding his creator's head like a favored toy, Jazz would have found him cute. Jazz wasn't sure whether the sparkling was making an admission to something, or just making a casual commentary. Either way, the sparkling was freaking him out and he kept his distance for now.
"Th'others will be here soon, we'll find whoever did this ta yer creators," Jazz spoke softly, although in the back of his processor he suspected he was right before the culprit.
"Will you play with me?" the sparkling asked suddenly.
Jazz choose to ignore the question, taking a cautious step closer to assess the sparkling's injuries if he had any, his sidearm held tightly on his right hand. "Are ya injured?"
The sparkling's optics glowed a little brighter looking down at the severed head in his arms, as expressionless as Jazz found him upon his arrival. "He didn't want to play with me," the sparkling repeated and looked back up to Jazz, a tiny pale hand reached out, covered with glowing energon that was beginning to grow stale. "Play with me?"
Jazz fought the urge to take a step back. He had been in thousands of gruesome crime scenes, but even those seemed to pale in his processors compared to this sparkling that exuded something disturbing, unnatural, and frightening. "I can't, bitlet," Jazz said as soothingly as he could. "Must not alter the place for the other enforcers."
The sparkling's hold on his creator's head tightened unnaturaly, and Jazz could see a diminutive, otherwise delicate finger dig into the glass of a dead optic, cracking it; and although his expression did not change, Jazz could feel the sparkling's 'disappointment' over his reply.
"Will you play with me?" the sparkling asked again, taking a step forward, optics glowing brighter.
"Stand back, bitlet," Jazz warned, taking a cautious step back. The sparkling did not stop, small step after small step accompanied by the dripping of what fluid remained in the conduits of the severed head he held to his chest. "Please, play with me."
A shot rang through the room like a thunder in a storm. Jazz heard voices that sounded like they came from far away, although his sensors confirmed they were just behind him. The sparkling uttered no sound even as the shot pierced through the head and then his weak armor. He staggered back, clinging tightly to the head in his arms, a new flow of energon running through his legs, partly slowed down by his creator's head.
Jazz stared into those blue optics as the sparkling fell to his knees. The enforcer could hear one of his superiors yelling at whoever it was that shot, the officer trying to justify his actions as defending Jazz from an assailant he could't quite see well at the time he shot.
It didn't matter. Jazz felt himself rush to the sparkling's side just in time to catch his little body as it fell forward, calling for a medic. The sparkling looked at him with those eerie blue optics. "No one wants to play with me..." he whispered, holding as tight as he could to his creator's head, not seeming to register the pain, or that his systems were in critical condition and were shutting down.
"I..." Jazz did not know what to say. The sparkling, even as he held him and tried to pry the head off his little hands to get access to his wound and try to patch it up, still creeped out Jazz. "I'm sorry bitlet..."
The sparkling's optics flickered, beginning to dim, clinging with all his might to his creators head. There seemed to be no pain in his face, not even recognition he was shutting down. Jazz managed to remove the severed head from the sparkling's grasp, setting it aside as a medic knelt by them and began to attempt to save the sparkling's life. "What's yer name, bitlet?" He asked, trying to keep the sparkling concious and buy the medic more time.
The sparkling looked up at Jazz with a little frown, trying to reach back for the severed head. "He called me spawn of Unicron."
Jazz had to resist the urge to shudder. "Surely he gave ya a real designation?" He heard the medic curse next to him, blurting something about the sparkling shutting down faster than he could dress his wounds.
The sparkling's optis dimmed even more, turning his head to look back at the head Jazz kept far away enough for him to reach. As his optics powered down completely, his little arm fell limp against the ground, hand and fingers still outstretched towards the head of his creator.
Jazz felt the room growing colder, and he wasn't sure if it was just his processor playing tricks on him, or if the room had indeed turned colder, it didn't matter to Jazz anymore.
A glitched sparkling. That's what his superiors determined about the case. Whatever it was Jazz knew that sparkling would haunt him for vorns to come. There were times when he could hear him through the haze of recharge, pleading to Jazz to play with him.
He searched through the city's records, looking for any information about the sparkling, but all he could find was information about his creators and siblings. Nobody had bothered to give the sparkling a designation. He stood before the wall full of memorial plates, the sparkling's family all bore names and dedicatory. A simple and small, nameless plate with the date of deactivation was the only tell tale of the sparkling's existance. Jazz nodded to an attendant, and the mech began to carve a name into the empty plate: Prowl.