re_alignment | TW for gore

[[ooc: Another warning: this is a dark!Ratchet post, and there will be gore and medical professionals doing distinctly unethical things. Don't read if that will trigger you. If you're iffy, feel free to skip out or ask me.]]

[Click.

It's a doctor's-eye-view of something disturbing. A tangle of fuel lines and circuitry are splayed out on the screen, not mangled as they would have been if they'd resulted from blunt violence, but carefully arrayed and pinned aside.

A low, rattling voice is speaking, caught mid-way through a sentence, as if the viewer is simply video recording something for their own future reference. Perhaps this post was meant for private storage, rather than public posting?]

-nsformation array is absolutely fascinating. I've never had a chance to investigate a triple-changer before, and the technology required in order to access not one, but two alternate modes is exquisitely complex.

[The video zooms out, allowing us to see a pair of hands cutting into the circuitry below. A soft moan sounds in the background as the incision is made, making it terribly obvious that this is a video of a dissection of someone who is... not dead. Given the plating colours that have been revealed, that someone is Primary Care.]

Oh hush, I won't be able to concentrate. Now, it should be in here somewhere...

[A thud from behind the viewer, and a strangled noise.]

What are you doing?

[The camera whirls, focussing for a split second on Pharma's face before the camera-person grunts and punches him out with one swing.]

Slag.

[Whoever this is turns, pats Primary Care on the shoulder.]

Looks like playtime has to be cut short today, sweetspark. No worries, though.

[A hand reaches into Primary Care's chest cavity and twists. A stuttering groan is torn from Primary Care as the hand withdraws with a wet, scraping squelch. Something shining and silver drips in its grasp.]

I've got a souvenier.

[The video cuts out as the camera-person transforms, cutting off the optic feed.]

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Oh.

No no no no no no. Ah--

[There's a strangled sob from the other side of the line before Soundwave has the right mind to disconnect.]

Ratchet, D-dad, what are you...

[Uh, yeah, that kind of stuff just doesn't fly. Someone is an angryjumper.]

Uh, excuse me? I think we need to have a little talk here, Ratchet.

[That strange staticky tone is overlaying Ratchet's voice again as he speaks.]

Oh, did baby see something he didn't like?

[Ratchet's standing in shadow right now, and his eyes are ... red. That plus the odd overtones in his voice are probably a very bad sign.]

Having an educational experience, kiddo. Hey! You wanna come next time? Could make it a father-son bonding experience or something. It'd be fun.

[And he grins overly wide, almost menacingly.]

Oh. Someone's definitely been entertaining themselves.

Or is that strictly research?

[Ratchet's eyes are glaring red as he walks through the shadows of Cybertron's night.]

Really now? About what? I hear you're a guitar now -- perhaps that?

[He ... no, that wasn't a laugh. That was a straight up giggle. Ratchet has never giggled in his life.]

Can't it be both?

[because Raf has, for all intents and purposes, done this with his device]

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Ratchet...

I. I trusted you! You fragging sick piece of smelted scrap!!

[Oooh boy.]

And here I thought I'd left the on-screen torturefests on the station.

Word to the wise: you really shouldn't go around broadcasting that sorta thing. Makes people all angry.

Now. Where are you, darling?

[and then a few minutes later, once he gets over his initial shock and horror, logic comes in. and familiarity.

when Raf comes on, he is far more composed.

AND NOT AFRAID^tm]

Dad, I know you're still in there! I don't know who went in to your processor, but you've got to fight them! I can help you!

[Hey Dudewave, have a grin and a red-optic'd Ratchet.]

Oh, are we doing pet names now? Cute.

[Have a wink -- the entire reason why he decided to go video instead of voice.]

Should I call you fragbunny ... or just "next"?

Yeah, I got better.

[He's not even going to talk about the giggle... That's just weird, man.]

Where the frag are you? I like my talks to be face to face. Usually in the point-blank range. Makes things a little more chummy, you know?

[He is seriously really mad right now. This is clearly not his Ratchet, at least as far as he's concerned. And the fact that he looks like his Ratchet just makes him angrier.]

And here I thought I already was here. Who'd have thought?

[A shrug.]

Don't mind a good fight, though. What're we punching tonight, li'l bit?

You... wouldn't even get close to me! Trust me that.

Absolutely it can. As long as you gain something from it. But then it's your time, you may spend it as you like.

Oh~ so we're gonna make this all romantical now, are we?

[His grin somehow gets wider.]

Why don't we play a game? You find me, you can shoot me. But if I find you first, I get to cut something off.

If you've never held someone's spark in your hands, you haven't lived~

I got a better game. I find you, I shoot you, and if you find me first? Then I just shoot you some more.

[It's not like he isn't already running by this point, searching for him.]

It wasn't a purposeful broadcast... but then again, no regrets here. No time for those. It's all about the here and now, sweetie. Because we're on a pet-name basis, right?

Mm, I don't think I want you to know. How about we play a little game of hide and seek, hm?

Ratchet! [is this deeper than he thought? is this some corruption, a virus?] You're not like this!

That's what you say now, but it's hard to run when you've been hit with a sedative powerful enough to drop a tank.

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