Revelations

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Characters: @knockout
Location: The Brig
Content Warnings: N/A
Plot Summary: Chris receives news he never expected from the mech who captured him.

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It had been a couple of days he gathered.

Chris felt weak from only being given limited food and water. He couldn’t really sleep well chained up, the noises all around him didn’t help either. And the longer he stayed there, the more he dreaded that every day might be his last. Especially given they now knew who he was, and what he was.

He leaned against the wall, again yanking at the chains. Why did he even bother anymore? He wasn’t going anywhere. And maybe that Kaon guy was right, maybe the Autobots weren’t coming. Maybe they hadn’t noticed he was missing at all. Feeling tears stinging his eyes as he thought about it, he slammed his chains against the wall in frustration.

He didn’t want to be stuck here. To be their experiment, or prisoner. He wanted to go home, and the longer he was there? The more scared he was. And god he hated showing fear.

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Knock Out wrang his digits. He had gone over these results at least ten, no, fifteen times. The CNA samples clearly showed HALF his coding mixed with what appeared to be human DNA. His optics were starting to pin a little bit more. How was he going to tell Breakdown that he technically had a second son? How was he going to tell Wildbreak he had a brother?!

While his pedefalls tromped toward the Brig, he wrung his servos. What to tell? What to do? He soon approached the cell, he seemed to turn on his heel.

"I...have some information. That concerns you and I." He murmured. "If you'd like to hear."

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Chris lifted his head.

Oh god this was the last guy he wanted to see. That asshole that had got him caught here in the first place. He gave a scoff, having not seen him since he’d arrived. What was he even doing there anyway? Come to gloat, he supposed? Despite Chris attempting to fight him off - he’d gotten him here and now here he was, at the brutal mercy of the Decepficons. He must have felt pretty smug about the whole thing huh? Especially now that he knew what he was.

If only he knew.

Something regarding the two of them? Ha! What game was he playing? He didn’t even know the mech before a few days ago. “What could I possibly have to do with you? Pissed I took your paint job or something?” Chris asked - of course having noticed the plating and coloring similarities. “Sorry Narcissista, or whatever your name is - save for anything life shattering like a way out I’m not interested.”