On The Mend Chapter One
This is just a working title, which means it's liable to change. I'm not to sure about this little ficlet, so I'm asking for any advice anyone might wish to offer. This leads back to (naturally)
kirin_saga's most recent post on the
tf_bunny_farm. How so? Well, the bunnies in that post turned out to be mutated bunnies - extremely intelligent mutated bunnies. They ganged up on me...
Also, since this is just something I spit out to make the bunnies leave me alone, it could undergo some drastic changes - hence the reason it's not going up on ffnet. I know I've said this before but, for those who don't know, if I put it up here and not on ffnet, it might not be completed. Or ever thought about again, for that matter. Sorry, but that's just how I work. Now then...Onwards!
Oh, and f you've read any of my other fics, you probably already know who the sparklings are. If not, you'll find out in the second chapter. And if I decide not to do a second chapter, I'll edit in a note. If you're still curious, ask in a comment and I'll tell you. ...Actually, this might end up being a prologue.
Title: On The Mend (01/??)
Characters: Unnamed Sparklings, Unnamed Others
Pairings: Later: unnamed sparkling one x unnamed sparkling two
Summary: Considering where they started out and how they were treated, it really is quite amazing how very far they've come.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of the sparklings. I do, however, own everyone else mentioned in this chapter... Not that they'll ever show up again. *pauses* Unless I take it in my head to *edited out* the 'quiet one'. Yeah, I know, sorry - another bunny for this story just popped up. For some reason, that keeps happening...
The first thing he realized was that it was loud. There was the deep boom of arguing mechs and the high-pitched screech of someone crying. But it was so far away - he was alone. Well, no, not alone - the Others were just over there, he could see them easily through his normal eyes, but they weren’t right next to him, touching him. They should have been - he wanted them to be. But they weren’t, so he needed to get them over here. How to get their attention, though? The Others were so focused on each other that only being louder than them would make them pay attention to him. Except for one, who was quiet, as though without the right to speak, but still didn’t even glance in his direction.
He tries to be loud, but he’s not good at it. So they don’t notice and by the time one of them turns back to him, as though suddenly remembering the fact that he existed, he’s terribly tired. Not asleep, because he should have a designation by now - needed one before resting. That was the first thing the ones like him were told, or so the Quiet Other told him as he was carried from the First Place to the Second Place. But his creators didn’t want him, said something was wrong with him and that they refused to name a glitch. The Quiet Other said he’d have to find his own designation. When the Quiet Other placed him on the floor in the Second Place and left, he was unsure what to do. He looked around and settled his optics on the only other person in the room. Not one of the Others, but one like him - small and dazed and lost.
A soft chirp filled the air, sounding so lonely as it hung hesitatingly in the air. The Similar Other snapped bright-blue optics towards him. Another sound filtered unerringly from his voice module, more like a buzz than the previous chirp - a call in the odd form of communication that wasn’t quite a language. As though unsure, the Similar Other edged closer to him, showing a paint scheme predominately green. The Similar gave a short whistle, as though begging him to answer a question, and halted his progress forward. He gave another buzz-call, sounding and feeling hopeful that the Similar would come closer - he wasn’t quite able to work out how to move forward yet.
And then the Similar Other was there, moving forward in one huge leap. He gave a startled cry, the garbled sounds echoing loudly in the room. But the Similar didn’t do anything else like that, just scooted closer and chirred, pleadingly. How long, he wondered, had the other been here? And then - did the other have a designation, unlike him? He didn’t think so - if the Similar had a designation, he would already know it - stating ones designation was the customary greeting.
The small, red sparkling leaned comfortingly into the slightly bigger, green sparkling. Two of a kind, forming a bond, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, despite each having extremely violent core programming. Though none knew it, it was but a sign to come.
kirin_saga's most recent post on the
tf_bunny_farm. How so? Well, the bunnies in that post turned out to be mutated bunnies - extremely intelligent mutated bunnies. They ganged up on me...
Also, since this is just something I spit out to make the bunnies leave me alone, it could undergo some drastic changes - hence the reason it's not going up on ffnet. I know I've said this before but, for those who don't know, if I put it up here and not on ffnet, it might not be completed. Or ever thought about again, for that matter. Sorry, but that's just how I work. Now then...Onwards!
Oh, and f you've read any of my other fics, you probably already know who the sparklings are. If not, you'll find out in the second chapter. And if I decide not to do a second chapter, I'll edit in a note. If you're still curious, ask in a comment and I'll tell you. ...Actually, this might end up being a prologue.
Title: On The Mend (01/??)
Characters: Unnamed Sparklings, Unnamed Others
Pairings: Later: unnamed sparkling one x unnamed sparkling two
Summary: Considering where they started out and how they were treated, it really is quite amazing how very far they've come.
Disclaimer: I do not own either of the sparklings. I do, however, own everyone else mentioned in this chapter... Not that they'll ever show up again. *pauses* Unless I take it in my head to *edited out* the 'quiet one'. Yeah, I know, sorry - another bunny for this story just popped up. For some reason, that keeps happening...
The first thing he realized was that it was loud. There was the deep boom of arguing mechs and the high-pitched screech of someone crying. But it was so far away - he was alone. Well, no, not alone - the Others were just over there, he could see them easily through his normal eyes, but they weren’t right next to him, touching him. They should have been - he wanted them to be. But they weren’t, so he needed to get them over here. How to get their attention, though? The Others were so focused on each other that only being louder than them would make them pay attention to him. Except for one, who was quiet, as though without the right to speak, but still didn’t even glance in his direction.
He tries to be loud, but he’s not good at it. So they don’t notice and by the time one of them turns back to him, as though suddenly remembering the fact that he existed, he’s terribly tired. Not asleep, because he should have a designation by now - needed one before resting. That was the first thing the ones like him were told, or so the Quiet Other told him as he was carried from the First Place to the Second Place. But his creators didn’t want him, said something was wrong with him and that they refused to name a glitch. The Quiet Other said he’d have to find his own designation. When the Quiet Other placed him on the floor in the Second Place and left, he was unsure what to do. He looked around and settled his optics on the only other person in the room. Not one of the Others, but one like him - small and dazed and lost.
A soft chirp filled the air, sounding so lonely as it hung hesitatingly in the air. The Similar Other snapped bright-blue optics towards him. Another sound filtered unerringly from his voice module, more like a buzz than the previous chirp - a call in the odd form of communication that wasn’t quite a language. As though unsure, the Similar Other edged closer to him, showing a paint scheme predominately green. The Similar gave a short whistle, as though begging him to answer a question, and halted his progress forward. He gave another buzz-call, sounding and feeling hopeful that the Similar would come closer - he wasn’t quite able to work out how to move forward yet.
And then the Similar Other was there, moving forward in one huge leap. He gave a startled cry, the garbled sounds echoing loudly in the room. But the Similar didn’t do anything else like that, just scooted closer and chirred, pleadingly. How long, he wondered, had the other been here? And then - did the other have a designation, unlike him? He didn’t think so - if the Similar had a designation, he would already know it - stating ones designation was the customary greeting.
The small, red sparkling leaned comfortingly into the slightly bigger, green sparkling. Two of a kind, forming a bond, as though it were the most natural thing in the world, despite each having extremely violent core programming. Though none knew it, it was but a sign to come.