for spacebridgetech
When Blackarachnia had woken up in this Hotel as a human, she'd been downright angry. It hadn't ended badly, persay, she'd run into some lovely people which included an old friend - namely, Optimus Prime.
Now, Blackarachnia can't say this is a bad thing - most Decepticons upon running into an Autobot would simply kill them, or at least make the attempt, but she had something a little different in mind. Blackarachnia had planned on drawing it out, making him see just what she'd been through and how it felt to be like her. She couldn't say she hadn't tried, but it certainly seemed like the hotel had other ideas for the two of them.
Of course, it's hard to pin exactly what was the Hotel and what Blackarachnia herself really wanted.
She told herself it was revenge, the sweet taste of victory over an age old foe that she wanted. Not...whatever else had happened or might happen between them. She thought maybe she knew better, that certain things were slipping through the cracks; emotions and feelings she'd kept on lockdown throughout the years seemed to be making the attempt to rear their tiny, vicious heads.
Now, when Blackarachnia had woken up in what looked suspiciously like a prison, she'd been downright furious.
That is, until she'd discovered she was its Warden, clad in skin tight black leather accompanied by purple and gold accents, with handy weaponry nearby for the taking.
Lips pulling into a twisted smile, she made her way out, intent on making her rounds - and finding said Autobot that was turning out to be the bane of her existence.
Now, Blackarachnia can't say this is a bad thing - most Decepticons upon running into an Autobot would simply kill them, or at least make the attempt, but she had something a little different in mind. Blackarachnia had planned on drawing it out, making him see just what she'd been through and how it felt to be like her. She couldn't say she hadn't tried, but it certainly seemed like the hotel had other ideas for the two of them.
Of course, it's hard to pin exactly what was the Hotel and what Blackarachnia herself really wanted.
She told herself it was revenge, the sweet taste of victory over an age old foe that she wanted. Not...whatever else had happened or might happen between them. She thought maybe she knew better, that certain things were slipping through the cracks; emotions and feelings she'd kept on lockdown throughout the years seemed to be making the attempt to rear their tiny, vicious heads.
Now, when Blackarachnia had woken up in what looked suspiciously like a prison, she'd been downright furious.
That is, until she'd discovered she was its Warden, clad in skin tight black leather accompanied by purple and gold accents, with handy weaponry nearby for the taking.
Lips pulling into a twisted smile, she made her way out, intent on making her rounds - and finding said Autobot that was turning out to be the bane of her existence.