[Audio] Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed in Liege's temple.

[my_own_trope]

[Guess who just woke up from his 3-month coma? Furthermore, guess whose body managed to finagle itself out of prison where it was seen last?
If you guessed this sleeping beauty, you're at least not wrong. Sorry about that, Haven, this asshole is back.
Don't worry, there was plenty of screaming involved; both upon waking, and then directed at nearby furniture and the sky in general.]

[The Audio opens with Starscream sounding like he's just run a marathon.]

Someone tell me what blasted day it is!


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[Locked to TFP Megatron]

My Lord...?

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[Locked to TFP Shockwave]

Do you still live?

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[Locked to TFP Knock Out]

I think it's about time we had a talk. [And now he sounds mad]

Comments

[my_own_trope]

[Blackarachnia is silent in her work (not to mention small to boot), so Starscream doesn't notice her until it's too late.

No seriously, by the time he registers the shots, the fast acting venom has inhibited his movements enough that he can't even fully turn around or raise his head to look over to where the small, sharp, strange pain came from.]


^Whaaaaa_aaat?


[And then Starscream wobbles to his knees, loses his balance, and tips forward onto his face.]

[???????????????????]
[What's going on?
Is this some sort of leftover side-effect from his previous completely unexplainable coma?]

[treacherous_widow]

[Yeah you think that you over grown slag heap. She watches as he goes down and waits for several minutes to make sure he's completely down before switching modes and lowering herself down by her web.

Once the small bot is on the ground, she skitters over to the fallen seeker and smirks before switching back to her bot mode. Blackarachnia makes sure she's not in his line of sight before loading her gun with a new little concoction. Now its time to see exactly what these drugs will do to a bot.

She takes aim and fires once, reloads and fires a second time just to make sure the flyer gets a nice strong dose. Now lets see who calls who an insect again you pompous jackass.

She turns to retreat and pauses. A wicked smirk graces her faceplate as she reaches behind herself to pull out a canister bomb. She sets it on the ground and rolls it towards the paralyzed bot and laughs before finally walking away.

When it goes off in five minutes, he's going to be in for a nasty pink surprise.

Now all she has to do is sit back and watch so she can record the data for her little experiment. It's a good thing she's small enough to actually hide in the air vents in this place.]

You've made him late for his date with Knock Out!

[my_own_trope]

[There's that tiny little pain again! It doesn't feel like much more than a joint popping back into place though, so Stasrcream isn't all that worried. At least not more worried than he is about the fact that HE'S FALLEN AND CAN'T GET UP.

And he REALLY wants to get up. Just, he REALLY does. He's still so mad, and he just wants to start a fight. Put some people back into the place they deserve. Besides, it's too hot in here. Sure he only just noticed right this moment; but you'd think a castle in the mountains would be somewhat cooler. He wants to get up and go RIGHT NOW. A fly sounds like it's in order, and it sounds SO GOOD right now and he just wants to have a little spar or something, get into a little trouble, stretch his legs, stretch his claws. He's been in stasis lock so long it's about time to run around. Man, a thunderstorm would be SO much fun to fly through. RIGHT NOW. AAAAAA he should be moving. WhyCan'tHeMove?!!?!]

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ARSDLKJSHDLKJSD WHY CAN'T HE GET UP THERE'S NO REASON FOR THIS HE'S _probably IN PERFECT HEALTH HE SHOULDN'T BE ON THE FLOOR HERE WHERE EVERYTHING IS A LITTLE HAZY, HE SHOULD BE UP AND ABOUT AND what's that ticking noise?]

[When he finally, FINALLY gets some movement back, it's just in time to turn around and get a faceful of, UGH]


What is this? Paint!?


[Starscream hates it here.]

Good. She'll apologize to Knock Out later for his wasted time.

[treacherous_widow]

[The entire time she's observing from her hiding place and taking notes on a small data pad so when the paint bomb goes off, she's in the perfect spot to see his face become pink.

There are times when being a spider really, really has its advantages. This is definitely one of those times. She may even be taking a picture to remind herself of this beautiful moment later~.

Let this be a lesson to you. NEVER piss off a spider.]

HE DOESN'T KNOW BETTER YET -- these are not dots he'll know to connect

[my_own_trope]

[While Starscream had been lying there doing nothing, his fans had kicked on trying to cool his system about the same time the drugs started to take effect.

Once he's mobile (and drenched in what looks like liquid bubblegum) he's at a strange crux between the residual lag of the paralysis, and the overclocking of the stimulant.

Sitting up he swipes at the paint on his face, misses, and has to try again. Blinking muzzily, he stares at his pink hands, looks over at the paint bomb, opens and closes his mouth a few times, and then just stares off into space.

Eventually he says:] Mmm.

[Whatever that means.]

Excellent. That means more fun for her~.

[treacherous_widow]

[As he does all of this, she continues to observe and take notes. It's everything the she-spider can do to keep herself from snickering uncontrollable at how moronic he looks sitting there covered in paint and staring off into space.

Yeah, she'll be showing Knock Out recordings of this later and sharing the fun that comes with tormenting Starscream.]

[my_own_trope]

[A good part of the rest of the evening is spent coated in pink, uncaring, and full of small nonsense words as Starscream alternates between drumming his claws on various surfaces and humming to himself.

Things get a little weird for a bit when he starts to run the tips of his fingers over his neck and up his face, but he cuts that out when he's distracted by something that very well could be imaginary at this point.

Eventually, and I mean VERY eventually, he'll get up and trundle off to go find somewhere he can wash up -- still somewhat in a daze.

Blackarachnia, you probably don't want to follow him, that might be rude. And weird. And uncomfortable. But mostly weird. ]

[treacherous_widow]

[This ENTIRE time she's recording, taking notes and taking pictures of EVERYTHING her lovely new test subject is doing. This is just too entertaining to stop watching for her.

Eventually he starts moving towards washing up and now she's left with a choice. Continue to observe or let the bot have some privacy.

...Any good Scientist can tell you that test subjects aren't allowed privacy.She could miss something important for her 'research'. Then again, did she really want to follow Starscream to the bathroom?

....Slag no. Even if it's important to her findings, even she won't go that far. So, lets see if the drugged up seeker comes back or wanders off.]

[my_own_trope]

[He doesn't come back OR wander off. Starscream simply doesn't leave the washracks.]

[treacherous_widow]

[... Just what in the pit is he doing on there? Eventually her curiosity gets the better of her and she sneaks into the washracks to have a look.

Now... to see what the slag he's doing. Whatever it is, she's confidant it won't shock her.]

[my_own_trope]

[Not sure if this is what you were expecting, darling, but there lies Starscream in all his glory... fast asleep on the floor of the washing room, leaning up against the wall, under the spray of cold water.

Guess all that overclocking tired out our little baby.]

[treacherous_widow]

[...Yeah, somehow this wasn't what she was expecting. Blackarachnia shakes her head and just makes a few notes on her data pad before just leaving him there. Water and all.

...Though she may turn the water to freezing before she leaves. Have fun waking up from this Screamy.]

[my_own_trope]

[He'll wake up eventually, and it'll just be a ??????? party.]