Prompt: Secrets

[betterthan51]

BV Simmons

*The area is deserted, except for the lone figure of a man making his way along on foot. His expression is not pleased, and his clothing is in slight disarray. Suddenly, one Reginald S. Simmons pauses, reaching into his pocket to withdraw a cellphone, checking its screen and frowning.*

Secrets? My whole existence is wrapped up in

Comments

[betterthan51]

*Great. More robots. And this one looked as cheerful as Starscream.*

Well robot. I don't know how you tin cans reproduce, but when a female human and a male human are deluded enough to find the other attractive, the male sticks his parts into the female and sometimes it results in a tiny crying, screaming, whining annoyance about nine months later.

*Simmons is glaring. He does not like this place at all.*

[betterthan51]

You say that like I'd care about the difference. *The man drawls, supremely unintimidated. Megatron was bigger and more threatening. This robot is... smooth. There are fewer sharp corners and complicated edges.*

Dammit, what kind of crazy place is this? You don't look like any of the robots I've come into contact with. What's up with your manufacture?

((Going to bed soon, so this'll be it for me tonight ^_^;; ))

[betterthan51]

Hmph. Of course they come from different universes. God forbid the twisted mind behind this place make anything simple. *The man mutters. Did I mention that he really does not lke this place?*