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Scalpel glares angrily at anyone looking at him as he's carried through the halls. This is the ultimate humiliation, and Oil Slick knows it. Being carried around like this, held in the mech's arms like some pet. It is humiliating. He can not how his face for the next five decacycles because of this. He won't be leaving his room
Humiliation.
Oil Slick pets his back absently, “You will get the plain candy you so love, of course. Maybe next time I will put red cora in it.”
The bot always threatens that, but never carries through. Thankfully. He doesn't know what he'd do if that happened.
His purity would be in tatters, and he would never be happy again. He is lucky that they never open their plates to try to make him 'face them. Blitzwing and Oil Slick are always too absorbed in each other for that to happen. Unlike if it was Megatron and Starscream. Those two hussies would try to demand it of him if he was being fed by them.
It is good he is being humiliated by oil Slick, but only because of that. He would rather no humiliation at all. That would truly idea. He knows it will not happen, though.
He is stuck with this.
If only he didn't keep wanting the candy. It is not his fault it is so perfect and delicious.