To get me in the groove
Pick a number. I give you a piece of that story, or idea that I`ll probably not touch otherwise. I`m pretty sure most of you have done this before. I`ve been terribly lazy, and hopefully writing these will be either a spurr or an incentive. Little change for this one- some of the numbers come with a few options, so be sure to let me know which.
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
( Why so lazy, Swindleslog )
"Stop following me everywhere. Go on, buzz off, you buzzard."
"Sorry, can't buzz off. Me Swoop need keep you in sight."
"I don't need your protection! Get!"
The monstrous beast of an autobot shook his head. "Nope. Sorry, me Swoop can't do what tiny bot want right now-"
"I AM NOT AN AUTOBOT! DON'T YOU CALL ME THAT, DON'T YOU-"
Swoop started at that outburst. That was a very loud shout for someone so small, but then humans were loud too, and they were tiny. He bent down, and cocked his head, trying to see Rumble's face.
"Just... I'm not an autobot. I'm stuck here, but I'm not an autobot. Frag you if you ever think otherwise. I didn't pick the 'get stuck Optimus Prime' option. I didn't even get a choice, so don't... don't call me that."
"Sorry. Me Swoop just used to calling people that. Him Grimlock always calling decepticons other things, not cons. Me Swoop forget."
"Just leave me alone."
"Can't. Him Wheeljack tell Swoop to stay with little bo- little con. Stay with Rumble."
"Oh did he? Well he can stuff it."
Well that was rude. No, Swoop had been taught about this. First Aid said the new cassettes were rude because they were scared and felt very alone, and that they were sad. That made sense. Swoop would be sad and afraid too, if he were in their place. He scooped Rumble up and sat against the wall, ignoring his protests and the little fists beating at him. Honestly, most average sized mechs couldn't hurt him with a punch, Rumble's strikes were pretty inconsequential at his new reduced strength.
Swoop put a finger on Rumble's mouth. "Me Swoop think you lonely. But that okay. Me Swoop understand that."
His finger was pushed aside. "What do you know? You got sparked yesterday, pretty much."
"Me Swoop know about family. About friends. Me Swoop know what it like to be scared for them."
Rumble had gone still in his arms. "I don't want to talk about that."
"Me Swoop know what it like to be strong too. How scary needing help is. Me Swoop used to be the most scared of needing help." Lowering his voice, the dinobot knelt down to share a secret. "But no one more scared of needing help than Grimlock. But sometimes, even dinobots need help. And that okay."
The little cassette had gone completely limp. "Put me down."
"Me Swoop think we just sit for a bit, but me Swoop can be quiet for you. No one come to this part of Ark much. Too broken. Me Swoop like it- like the quiet, like looking at sky, and birds. Me Swoop think you could use quiet too."
"Put me down?"
"Okay, me Swoop do that. But him Rumble not run off?"
Rumble figited for a moment, than "No. I- no. Where could I go anyway, right?"
So Swoop put him down, and pretended not to watch him carefully for signs of running off. But Rumble just plunked down next to him.
"You want stay here for a while?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. Me Swoop can handle that."
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