[ Hello Cybertron, guess who's back?
If you guessed everyone's favorite floating creepersphere, you'd be right. And probably also horrified. The video feed shows Prism, in his proper body and most definitely not confined to his room, floating happily somewhere near the junk pile. ]
Hello! I suppose I must commend you for quarantining me for so long, but I'm afraid your containment measures could not withstand superior technology.
[ Something moves in the background, sliding slowly into view. It's the Gatherer, and it's... not alone. ]
...this is what I get for trying to be helpful. Tentacle rape. Can't even be fraggin' original.
[ Prism turns slightly, sighing in a rather bored manner. ]
If I was attempting to violate you, I would be much more thorough. I would suggest cooperating, it would make this entire endeavor much easier on you.
Yeah I'll keep that in mind. [ Whirl struggles against the tentacles, which seem quite determined to get friendly with him. ] This where I'm supposed to like beg for mercy or something?"
[ Whoops. Hope you like being upside down, Whirl. ]
If you had a mouth I would gag you. I don't suppose you have any companions who will be coming to your attempted rescue?
[Not really a fan, no. ] Fraggin shame I don't have one, then, isn't it? [Whirl refuses to answer the second part. Because no. ]
What a shame. I suppose I will have to find something else to do with you. [ Mouth or no, a tentacle winds itself around Whirl's face and head before Prism turns his attention back to the feed. ]
All that aside, I'm very excited to get back to work. There are so many of you now! I look forward to cataloguing each and every one of you in great detail.
[You can muzzle him but you can't muffle justice! Or....something. Whirl starts shooting at...something. It's hopefully at least noisy and ruining that whole sinister ambiance thing you're going for. Jerk.]
Really-- [ Prism's exasperated response is cut off as he ends the feed, presumably to deal with Whirl who is proving to be more trouble than he's worth. Just before the feed disappears the tentacles constrict and there's a sudden crunch.
That. Didn't sound too good. ] | |
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