human after all [OPEN]
who ; Soundwave & YOU.
what ; Some introspection, questioning of one's purpose, and the conclusion of revolting humanity.
where ; IRRELEVANT. HE WILL BE EVERYWHERE.
when ; Thursday afternoon
warning(s) ; Robot drama, will contain some triggers (vomit, some sexuality issues, etc.)
It's a terrible day. Every day is a terrible day, he's concluded.
Silently, he leaves their house. Soundwave briefly considered leaving for good; he can't tell if his return to Sacrosanct has been good at all for Skyfire or Shockwave. He thinks perhaps it is not.
The moment in which it all began to go downhill, he imagines, is even before he was forced into this meatsack of a body. No, before then, Megatron -- who then became Galvatron -- faced destruction. His master was destroyed, the Autobots won, and Soundwave was left to starve due to banishment of all Decepticons from Cybertron.
Humiliating.
From there, he was pulled into the City. Forced into this body. Forced to develop emotion. He found himself desperate to have his cassetticons back, but it was never to be.
It's been worse. Getting worse. Maybe it was the Marker, how it portrayed the darkly disappointed Megatron or sneering images of Starscream. Both were hardly enticing, after all, nor was the aspect that he was in a rotting body, watching himself with no control, and finding death at the hands of Clu's servant.
Maybe it was Asphodel. He thinks that's likely. Even after the Marker, Soundwave recovered. Even after the Major in the City killed him, Soundwave pulled through. Perhaps from Asphodel, it's just too much. He remembers her, her obsession, her want, the way she put something in his water and cut his hair and smelled it and touched his hip and tied him down and promised that they would make perfect children together--
His fingers scrape at a wall as he grabs for it desperately, feeling his stomach quiver. It's not a sensation he's felt often, but it's still unpleasant as his stomach rejects its contents. The memory, he finds, is somehow too much for this body. Pathetic; data never used to weigh this much on him, but it disturbs him? Causes him to fear?
Soundwave, disgusted with himself, shoves himself away from the wall and continues his pitiful stride.
Maybe he's tainted. Maybe that's why. Either way, he's hardly the soldier he used to be. Hardly the Cybertronian he was constructed as anymore.
what ; Some introspection, questioning of one's purpose, and the conclusion of revolting humanity.
where ; IRRELEVANT. HE WILL BE EVERYWHERE.
when ; Thursday afternoon
warning(s) ; Robot drama, will contain some triggers (vomit, some sexuality issues, etc.)
It's a terrible day. Every day is a terrible day, he's concluded.
Silently, he leaves their house. Soundwave briefly considered leaving for good; he can't tell if his return to Sacrosanct has been good at all for Skyfire or Shockwave. He thinks perhaps it is not.
The moment in which it all began to go downhill, he imagines, is even before he was forced into this meatsack of a body. No, before then, Megatron -- who then became Galvatron -- faced destruction. His master was destroyed, the Autobots won, and Soundwave was left to starve due to banishment of all Decepticons from Cybertron.
Humiliating.
From there, he was pulled into the City. Forced into this body. Forced to develop emotion. He found himself desperate to have his cassetticons back, but it was never to be.
It's been worse. Getting worse. Maybe it was the Marker, how it portrayed the darkly disappointed Megatron or sneering images of Starscream. Both were hardly enticing, after all, nor was the aspect that he was in a rotting body, watching himself with no control, and finding death at the hands of Clu's servant.
Maybe it was Asphodel. He thinks that's likely. Even after the Marker, Soundwave recovered. Even after the Major in the City killed him, Soundwave pulled through. Perhaps from Asphodel, it's just too much. He remembers her, her obsession, her want, the way she put something in his water and cut his hair and smelled it and touched his hip and tied him down and promised that they would make perfect children together--
His fingers scrape at a wall as he grabs for it desperately, feeling his stomach quiver. It's not a sensation he's felt often, but it's still unpleasant as his stomach rejects its contents. The memory, he finds, is somehow too much for this body. Pathetic; data never used to weigh this much on him, but it disturbs him? Causes him to fear?
Soundwave, disgusted with himself, shoves himself away from the wall and continues his pitiful stride.
Maybe he's tainted. Maybe that's why. Either way, he's hardly the soldier he used to be. Hardly the Cybertronian he was constructed as anymore.