TRUST NO ONE.

They come. I hear them. They're dEAD and GoNE and yet THEY COME. STATUS: Emergency stasis lock deactivated. Teletraan l temporarily offline. COORDINATES AVAILABLE. (Independent AU broken!Red Alert, primarily based on G1. Unless you are either Primus or a grayface or have a good reason for it, you probably are not conversing with him face to face. Warning: Some NSFW stuff. Violence, crazy shit, zalgo text abuse, flashy things. M!Able within reason.)

[72stars]

good night

[corruptedcircuitry]

EMERGENCY STASIS LOCK DEACTIVATED

[theparanoiddirector-blog]

Red could easily pick up the distressed snarl of his alternate’s engine. Okay he was awake, he could hear him he was functioning…. well if he could even call it that. The young officer takes in another deep intake as he allows himself to look through the door slightly, barely seeing the figure that was in the darkness. “Can you recognize my voice?” he called out to his alternate. 

"I received the S.O.S from here, are you alright?" he continued to call out because he understood that in the mental state he would have been in if places were switched he wouldn’t want to be barged in on so quickly. This had to be a slow process. 

[corruptedcircuitry]

Half-burned helm slowly rotated on rusted gears, too audible in the silence. He could still hear the whispering, but it was softer, hissing, warning. Who they were warning he couldn't tell.

"S̴.́.͞.͞ ͠O.҉...͟ ͟S̀.́..̧.?́" His voice came out in a cracked whisper of its own, accusatory and bewildered all at once. "Did no̶t.͞..̶ ̴Te͠l̴etr̵aan 1͏ ̸o̡ff--͞off̵l͠ine.̷..͠ ̛y͠o͜u̷ sh̕ou͡l̷d ̷n͟o͞t̶ ͜b͢e̷ ̵h̷e̶re̴..̢"

A painful crackling somewhere deep in his internals in lieu of another engine snarl. Optic blazing as brightly as the eternal burning of his horns.

The compulsion to escape into the abyss was still oddly compelling, even with the wrong-shaped specter of his past looming in the doorway. He began to move, slowly, one leg stiff and useless, scraping against the tile as he inched closer to the door.

Long-dead attack protocols were slowly beginning to warm up. If the other mech touched him, he would probably strike out.

[corruptedcircuitry]

EMERGENCY STASIS LOCK DEACTIVATED

It’s not supposed to be silent, but it is. A suffocating, inescapable silence he’s only heard once before.

He can no longer feel the link with Teletraan 1. 

Inferno has grown as silent as the rest of the room, no longer whispering and cajoling him and his kisses have grown colder by the moment.

There’s a cold pit in rusted tanks, felt a long time ago and a time not all that long ago at all, as he looks down as his mate and almost sees him for what he is.

He jerks away, and finds that there is no longer a leash keeping his helm close to the console. The connector is no longer in his neck. He is physically isolated.

With a rusted croak of desperation he tries to plug it back in, but the silence continues. There’s nothing there. Teletraan 1 has gone offline.

And worser still.. the door is open.

[theparanoiddirector-blog]

Primus why did he do this? Red Alert couldn’t help but wonder to himself as he walked through the broken base. He knew it was bad going in when he received the SOS. Though still taking in the scene of this broken ARK was hard. It just felt like nothing more than a faliure at keeping mechs safe. This was his job, his alternate’s job before the glitch seemed to take hold. Though right now Red wasn’t sure it was completely the glitch since the last time he had contact with this world it was Teletran who answered him. Who seemed to be calling the shots and hung up on him. But not this time. His sensors were at their highest setting as he allowed the noise of everything through his audios to try pin point everything as he slowly made his way to the security center. After all where else would he be?

It took some time but he found the open door and Red took in a deep intake as he didn’t allow himself to enter just yet. Well at least not completely, “Hello?” he called out through the open door hoping he would get a reply of some sort for his alternate. 

[corruptedcircuitry]

The door is open.

The door that should have been sealed, that had been sealed and locked and protected for as long as his battered processor can remember, is standing wide open, baring the security room to an inky abyss.

How long had it been open? Had he been operating for eons literally vulnerable to everything?

A quiet clicking accompanies a stressed ventilation, and while in the back of his burning, aching mind he feels the response to shut it via the link with the defunct computer, his broken, decaying body hauls itself away from Inferno towards the darkness.

He had to see what was out there. Who was out there. 

His cannon primed, though the missile that occupied the space had been expended long ago, the last time he left this room and expected never to return. He begins to stand despite leg struts that struggle to take his weight.

The sound of a voice breaks the silence and nearly sends him back tot he floor. A real voice. A voice that doesn't whisper.

His voice.

The snarl of his engine is louder than it had any rights to be.

Enter at your own risk, for he cannot stop you nor does he want to invite you.

[corruptedcircuitry]

EMERGENCY STASIS LOCK DEACTIVATED

It's not supposed to be silent, but it is. A suffocating, inescapable silence he's only heard once before.

He can no longer feel the link with Teletraan 1. 

Inferno has grown as silent as the rest of the room, no longer whispering and cajoling him and his kisses have grown colder by the moment.

There's a cold pit in rusted tanks, felt a long time ago and a time not all that long ago at all, as he looks down as his mate and almost sees him for what he is.

He jerks away, and finds that there is no longer a leash keeping his helm close to the console. The connector is no longer in his neck. He is physically isolated.

With a rusted croak of desperation he tries to plug it back in, but the silence continues. There's nothing there. Teletraan 1 has gone offline.

And worser still.. the door is open.

[corruptedcircuitry]

TTN1: MAaaaaaaaaaaaLLUFUNCTION--

TTN1: eNGINES OPerATIoNAL

TTN1: ... eNGINEs cURRENTLY oN FIRE bUT OPERATIONAL aLL the SAAaaaaaaaaaamE

TTN1: ERROR

TTN1: ERRRORRR

TTN1: UNAUTtHhhhhhhhhhhorizeddd aCTION

--SENDING DISTRESS SIGNAL--

--AUTOBOT SOS - LOCATION: [coordinates]--

--IMMEDIATE ASSISTANCE REQUIRED--

[corruptedcircuitry]

TTN1: APOLOGIES FOR THE ABSENCE.

TTN1: EXPERIMENT WELL UNDER WAY.

TTN1: ACQUISITION IS RESPONDING FAVORABLY. REGENERATION AND REANIMATION TESTS SUCCESSFUL.

TTN1: ENGINE TEST IN PROGRESS.

[livelaughlove--forever]

Death- on We Heart It http://weheartit.com/entry/79566009/via/lilyxdh

[ipoetried]

She Says Her Freckles Fade In The Winter.

[jamadharling-blog]

123nayza is drawing beaten up robots, my favourite kind of robots. so i wanted to draw some too uwu

[72stars]

want to draw have ideas can’t focus doodle something random time again, with Inf and Red smoochin’s idk

[corruptedcircuitry]

[There's a dull clunk as he drops to the floor, still connected to the console thankfully. This one has inspired him to look for Inferno..]

[sketchysquirrel]

I have many way to vent out, and one of them is called Red alert.

[jamadharling-blog]

please tell me i’m not the only one keeping this ship afloat?

[corruptedcircuitry]

[There's a soft, croaked whisper from the form sprawled across the console, as information from the Datanet is shared in his link to Teletraan 1.]

n҉ow̡̧͘ ̕Ỳ̕Ó͏U k̴n̷͞o̷҉w̕..̶

[perfois]

[littlemilk-deactivated20160924]

high on cocaine

[blood-and-sins-deactivated20160]

Havent seen this quote in awhile

[missbrighttside-deactivated2015]