I wander around aimlessly, feeling a bit left out. Why wouldn't they tell me about Breakdown's death (Knockout told me but he was emotional) or Dreadwing's? Do I not deserve to know?
I stomp on the ground, making sure that I could be heard even a little. If I were Megatron where would I be... apparently a mission. For once I wish he brought someone else into battle instead of himself. I'll ask one of the higher bots, as Steve and other Vehicons might not know since he is the lord, and for Megatron, they are similar to peasants.
The thought of them being a peasant doesn't sit right with me in the slightest, nor myself being thought of as one either by someone who I care about. Are toxic relationships like that? I don't think being here is toxic, I mean I'm not hurt physically.
I bump into metal, cursing a frag or so, glad that it wasn't Megatron because I would've got an earful about language even when he swears all the time. Such protective parental behavior. I shuffle past the confused vehicon, marching through the halls with a bit of anger and sadness. Yes, I was upset by Dreadwing's death but I was more angry over the fact that I was not told that he was pronounced dead and was just left naive. Just because I am a child doesn't mean they have to treat me like one.
I passed by the open lab door, pausing and turning back to peek in, there was this weird yellow liquid... and something enormously large in it, though a large foot stopped me from seeing any more. I huffed and looked up at Shockwave's one glowing eye. "What is it?"
"You'll find out," Was all he said before he closed the door, I guessed he also locked it. Of course, again, shut out from any answers because "You're too tiny to understand, your little mind will get fried", well frag them! I'm going to hang out on the deck. I don't want to be bothered by such rude bots!
I stomped loudly, though probably quiet if a bot were to hear it. I grouch lightly to myself, too angry to cry like the little girl I am right now. I banged on the door twice once I realized it wouldn't open, frowning deeply. I try to pry it open, which just ends up with me popping my arms and my butt on the ground in anger. I flap my arms and slap them on the ground, I don't care if I'm 8 I'm having a tantrum.
Banging on the ground hurts, but I don't care, I need to get my frustration out right now! I cry and lie on my stomach, banging and rolling on the ground while yelling words that I shouldn't. This got tiring fast, and now just heaving and crying because I feel too small for this world. I stuff my head into my arms, curling up into a ball, blocking out any noises. I want my mama, I want my papa. I want to go home.
I felt light but sharp taps on my back, I arched my back and squirmed from the sudden touch. I peek up at red eyes, I haven't seen him for a solid minute... "Starscream?" I sniffle and look up at him, my neck hurting from bending it into my arms.
"Why are you... acting pathetic?" He sits down, looking awkward since he has many sharp metal joints that could stab him if he sits in a more comfy way.
I sigh and lay my head against my shoulder, "why are you keeping secrets?" I ask, looking up into his expression of mystery.
"What do you mean?" He asked, laying a digit on my head. I just shuffle and lie on my hand on his large pointy finger.
"Why aren't told anything, I'm not told of people who die or what is going on!" I look up at him with teary eyes, wiping them along with some snot away.
"We are in... war, it is sorta hard to focus on friendly interactions with death always there. It's better not to tell some bots or you who dies or not, to keep them strong." He says, when did he start getting quiet and logical? And where was he for the longest time? I'll ask later when I'm not so moody. And maybe I'll actually get an answer.
"I guess you are right, but I feel like I'm not really important, I mean what do I do?" Starscream made a face of "I don't know" and turned away for a second.
His smile turned into one of he had a good idea and turned back with his usual grin, slightly scaring me in whatever he had in mind. "You could be a spy."
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