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Dylan nodded in ageement. He definitely didn’t understand a whole lot. After a moment of listening to the lab thing, Dylan frowned. So he was actually a lab experiment of some kind? That seemed to be going around these days, given that kid Chris had just shown up recently and apparently he was a test tube baby. Or something. He hadn’t quite figured out how the whole half robot half human cyborg hung worked yet. “You should meet the new guy, Chris. Apparently he was born in a lab too,” he noted. “But yeah, I feel you dude. It’s weird having your world rocked, really . One day you think you have all the answers and then nada.”
Dylan’s eyes widened, a few months old? Really? That was... Definifelg different. “Yeah, well you have Jack, Miko, Raf, and I when we’re not in school. Or when I’m ditching or trying to avoid “the home”,” he noted in terms of his group home. “But I haven’t seen many young ones living here. Except Ratchets new kid... I think she has you beat.”
So there was another made from lab experiments? From the sounds of it this one was human. Interesting. It would definitely have to be someone he’d meet, perhaps someone he could really connect with to some degree. For now though, Skystalker was focused on the person he was presently talking to, not surprised to see the shocked expression upon his face when he mentioned he was not quite that old.
“Hard to say. I haven’t gotten to know many here in or around the base I’ll be honest, only a few at best.” He admitted, wondering if he’d ever really meet more of the Autobots aside from be acquaintances. But the way Dylan mentioned “the home” had quickly caught his attention. “You seemed to have spoken bitterly of this home you speak of. Is it not a good place to be? From my little understanding of humans, homes are suppose to be a place of safety and nurturing.” Skystalker inquired curiously.
Dylan had had to explain foster care to some Autobots before. Most knew it but there was probably a different word for it on Cybertron he was sure. But he guessed Skystalker probably had 0 clue about it. “Uh, yeah, that’s what homes are supposed to be like. When you have parents who love you and care,” he set his jaw a bit. “But when you’re like me and your parents can’t or shouldn’t be taking care of you... Like they don’t have the resources, or they’re like mine and did horrible stuff to you. You go into this thing called foster care. Where uh, other people take care of you. For better or worse. Until you either turn eighteen or someone adopts you.”
Dylan pulled a fry from his bag, munching on it as he sat on a nearby crate. “I’ve been in it since I was five. And, I mean, the group home I live in isn’t the worst. But things get kinda crazy when you live in a home with like forty other boys,” he explained honestly. “So I think the loving and nurturing part is the furthest things from Mr. and Mrs. Larson’s minds.” He said, refering to the people who ran it.
Skystalker listened intently as Dylan explained what this "home" was to the Predacon. But when he did explain how a normal home was suppose to be on Earth, he quickly followed with a description of his own sire and carrier, parents as they were called here, treated him. The description made him visibly cringe, his own jaw tightening and teeth giving a small grinding sound. That sounded awfully familiar. No, it was familiar. He had flashes to those realizations, the experiments done he vaguely recalled when occasionally aware and awake in his hyperevolution chamber, the talks he heard, what he saw when he emerged...
"There, we have something unfortunate in common." Skystalker muttered, anger and bitterness edged in his voice, claws flexing and leaving small gauges in the metal floor. But he listened to the rest of Dylan's answer, merely shaking his head slightly. "The Autobots would gladly welcome you with open arms Dylan. If they can give a wayward spark such as mine a second change, they would certainly give you the same thing." He assured him with the upmost confidence, something he rarely if ever expressed. But one thing he was certain of and that was the Autobots were for the most part true to their word.
Dylan watched the giant mech grit his teeth. He definitely knew what he was talking about he figured - even before he confirmed it. He looked down with a frown, trying not to think too hard on it... But still. “Yeah, it was uh, pretty hard. My mom died when I was like three months old. And my dad... He uh, abused me pretty bad. It was... I barely.” Nope he still couldn’t talk about it. It was way too painful to talk about the condition he’d been found in let alone what was done to it.
“Let’s just say I lost my family and my innocence all at once.”
He paused as the mech commented about the Autobots. “Yeah, that’s why I come here most of the time. They’ve been way more of a family to me. Though I really doubt any of them could make that official,” Little did he know yet how wrong he was. “But I feel safe and cared about here most of the time so I spend all the time I can here.”
"You don't have to give the full detail if you don't want to. I can...relate to a degree. My sire, if you can even call him that, wasn't exactly much of a caring type." Skystalker told him, trying to calm himself before he lost control again. That was one downside for the likes of Skystalker. He was logical and intelligent, but the beast side of him still lurked about, coming to the surface when he felt such tense emotions such as now. "Me and my brethren were nothing but soldiers, tools to be used as my creator and suppose-to-be leader to use as they saw fit. We were experimented upon, and seen with little more than a beastly side."
Yes, he remember those moments well enough. The memories that surfaced now and again, especially in his dreams. But he managed a small tooth smile, "You might be surprised what can happen. I never thought I'd make friends with the other Autobots due to how different I was and my temper, but they have welcomed me thus far. Not to mention you could say I have found someone who has much of an animal side as I do, but a little less...scary." Skystalker explained.
Come to think of it, he wondered how his Dinobot friend was these days. It had been a while since he had visited Grimlock.
Dylan twiddled his thumbs a bit. Listening closely to what Skystalker had to say. He supposed if he could be honest with him about that. He could talk at least a little about it. “That’s awful your uh, sire sounds like a creep,” after a brief pause, he spoke up slowly. “My dad, he uh... Used to lock me in our attic and beat me when he felt like it. And sometimes he’d do other things.” He was sure he could surmise the latter, he hated to say it out loud and hardly wanted to say it out loud.
Dylan shrugged his shoulders a little, unsure of what to think about that. “I don’t know I guess the world works weird around here. But I’m glad you at least made a friend. It sounds like your situation was worse than mine,” he shuddered at the thought. “I can’t imagine being used like that. It’s messed up what people do to others. People talk about how we all have to take care of each other by then there are people like us. I just don’t get it. Why is the world so messed up like that?”
"It isn't made much better that he has no emotion, no remorse, so I suppose he could never understand the level of trauma and pain he caused." Skystalker snarled at the thought, his tone more than telling he would gladly tear apart his own creator for the wrongs he had done. And from what Dylan was just telling him his father did not seem much different. "Seems we have common origins, save for how we were conceived." He observed, his tail lashing behind him and the spikes on the mace-like end scrapping on the metal floor, making an unpleasant screeching sound.
"More like the universe throws some of us, as you humans say, a shitty curveball." Skystalker had slowly been learning about humans, and quite frankly he didn't know if he had used the right word or phrase for this situation. But, it was the first human thing that came to his processor. "But, how we use it I suppose defines who or what we will become. Just as now, luck seems to be turning in your favor to avoid becoming the kind of human your father was." Skystalker pointed out. Yet, he had not quite narrowed down who he wanted to become.
He had no guidance, no family, simply friends and allies. And Skystalker would never admit it, but sometimes he felt being an Autobot was probably not what he was meant to be, but there was no saying for sure.
“Yeah we definitely have that in common. My dad was the same way. Told me when he got out of prison he’d kill me.” Dylan explained. “Lucky for me though, by the time that happens I’ll be an adult. So hopefully I have what it takes to handle him.” He definitely hoped that at least, though a part of him knew none of the Autobots would let that happen. He can imagine that some of them would at least have something to say about it.
Dylan swallowed a bit. Becoming who his father was defintely scary to him. “I hope I don’t. Sometimes I’m afraid of that, becoming like my dad. I don’t even know if I ever want kids because I don’t want to be,” he admitted. “Things seem to be going well for you too, at least. You aren’t trying to kill anyone like a Decepticon.”
"The Autobots would never allow harm to come to you, regardless if that meant blowing their cover." Skystalker reflected the young human's thoughts without realizing it. Truth be told, revealing themselves was for extreme measures only, and their human allies were as much part of this team as any bot was. So, to say that harm would not be tolerated was putting it rather mildly. He had learned quickly that some Autobots did go to the extreme, when the time called for it.
Skystalker for once averted his gaze away from Dylan, "I doubt you'll become your father Dylan, you seem like a good kid already. If you have the proper guidance you will not be the same man he is." But, Skystalker doubted the same could be said for him. Truth be told, he wanted to tear apart a vast majority of the Decepticons if he ever came across them. They were his true enemies, and tearing through them would eventually get him to his real target: Shockwave. "I may not be trying to kill innocents or those not deserving of it Dylan, but I am by no means a saint. Revenge burns deep in my spark, and someday I will make the Decepticons suffer for what they've done, even if that means tearing out a few sparks with my bare claws."
Dylan nodded in agreement, surprised the mech vocalized his thoughts. But it was true, there was no way the Autobots would let anything happen. Even if they had to patrol wherever he was living at least. “Yeah is like to imagine a few people here would stand up for me. It’s just scary to think of sometimes. He’s a pretty scary guy,” he then added. “And powerful too. He was the chief of police, if you can believe that.”
That was also true. He did have some good role models in his life these days even if he didn’t always have them around. “True. I mean, they’ve kept me out of juvie again. I just hope it’s enough at the end of the day,” he listened to what Skystalker had to say, and shuddered a bit. That was definitely a dark outlook, but honestly? He didn’t blame him. “Well that’s... Understandable? I mean no one should have to say they were born to be anyone’s servants. Let alone made as part of an experiment.”
"How unshocking. Those in power sometimes think they can get away with anything." Skystalker snorted softly at that. It seemed even here on Earth, some authority figures found themselves feeling above the law, like they can get away with anything because of their position. Truly, some humans were like Decepticons in another skin, terrorizing on the weak and helpless, or those unable to do something for themselves at a certain point. "If you're willing to allow them guide you, I'm sure it will be worth while in the end."
The visible shudder Skystalker saw upon looking back at Dylan was enough to indicate such an outlook was not entirely welcoming. And that wasn't a surprise. Some would be appalled by such a thought of seeing a spark being torn out, and some could stomach it and understand his deep desire for revenge. "Most would not understand such a desire. Even among the Autobots many would disapprove if they knew how deeply I was willing to go to get at my creator. Probably would make some disappointed I'm not using my processor for something more productive than revenge plots."
“Yeah let’s just say I don’t trust the cops much, if at all,” Dylan admitted honestly. He had to think about the second thing he said though, which was a good point. Sometimes it was also the harder part though, letting people in. Most people didn’t even know what he was going through on the inside, not entirely anyway. “I don’t know. Sometimes it’s hard because I don’t talk about it much. Too many people look at me different. Like I’m broken or different... since, y’know..”
Dylan nodded his head slowly, understanding completely. “I mean I do get it. I really wish my dad was dead sometimes. Just so the idea wouldn’t linger honestly. I think it’s just par for the course with this kind of thing.”
"You would be surprised at how many even among the Autobots are broken Dylan. Not every one has the greatest past like you and mean, some may be on par with your own." Skystalker explained. If Skystalker could say one thing, several of the Autobots had probably had their own horrors in their lives, not just taking into account what they had seen during the war. "But, give it time. Eventually you'll find someone you can trust to open up to, or at least help you."
Not that Skystalker was much better in that department. "At least you attempt to turn away from such temptations, I cannot." That was perhaps one big difference between himself and Dylan, Skystalker was in this revenge business for the long haul unless something was done. For the moment, that wasn't going to happen. "In the meantime, I suppose I've kept your attention long enough. I should let you finish your so called lunch." Skystalker said as he stood.
Dylan nodded his head a bit. He definitely hoped that he would one day find someone like that. Maybe even someone he could trust to tell everything - but that would take someone really special. Someone who he knew would not change their views on him the second they knew just how much he’d been through. “I don’t know, Skystalker, maybe. I think a part of me gave on that idea a long time ago though.”
Dylan definitely felt a bit disappointed when the mech decided to leave him to his lunch. But at the same time he knew that he probably had his own stuff to do. “Oh yeah, right. Better finish before it gets cold,” he pointed out, then smiled a bit. “Uh don’t be a stranger though, ok?”
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