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rattrap autobot spy && demolitions expert not a coward

[aranea-mechanica]

“What charade? I’m being quite amiable and honest, I assure you.” He did stop patting the ratformer on the head though - he could generally tell when enough was enough.

“Ah, I see. A fine reason to invade a private laboratory, after all. You’re forgiven. I’m a little disappointed in your lack of scientific curiosity though, are you sure I can’t show you around a little?”

“Additionally, if I were to unravel you, could I trust you not to run off and hide again?”

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ “Yeah? An’ I’m the goddamned KING of Iacon.” With a grumble, the rat twisted himself this way and that, but it was no use. He wasn’t getting out of these damned webs, not without Tarantulas’ help. “Look, it ain’t nothin’ against you, I just know better. I been through this shit plenty of times before.”

Still, he couldn’t help but snort at the other’s offer. A single optic ridge arched slightly. “Yeah? All right, look, you unravel me, an’ I’ll stick around long enough for a tour. But as soon as I see any funny business, me an’ my cute pink tail are gettin’ the hell outta here. You got that?” ⌡

[aranea-mechanica]

What a cute squeak! Tarantulas had never heard such a noise from anything other than the natural animals on Earth, and it didn’t quite have the robotic overtones to it like this. Tarantulas’ eight arachnid optics squinted happily.

“You’re the one forcing me to use unusual methods of restraint, and you’re the one who’s refusing to participate in conversation. Come now, don’t be difficult.”

Pat pat. Tarantulas ignored the risk of the motion and calmly petted the top of Rattrap’s helm. How could he not? The little bot was just so adorable!

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ Rattrap hissed when the spider started to pet his helm. As frightened as he was, he was not a child! He did not need to be soothed or cooed at, and he most certainly did not need to be placated. He had survived way too much BULLSHIT to be treated like he was some sort of fussy sparkling.

“Rattrap,” he finally spat, and sneered up at the mech. “My designation’s Rattrap. Ya happy now, or do ya feel the need to carry on this charade any longer?” The tip of his tail would have been lashing out, had he been able to move it. “I was just tryin’ to look for scraps t’ sell, ya eight-legged freak. I don’t give a shit about any EXPERIMENTS ya might be doin’.” ⌡ 

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[aranea-mechanica]

Tarantulas paid close attention to the squeaks emitting from the bundle, calculating respiration rates and possible t-cog effects. The little rat could potentially get enough excess energy through venting to power a panic-induced transformation, but would that be enough to get him out of the cocoon? Doubtful. It’d be funny to watch him try, though.

“Calm down, you mechanical murine,” Tarantulas replied, almost cooing the words. Twirling and scooping Rattrap up into his myriad arms, he even attempted to pat the squirming bot on the helm. “Remember, you were the one who decided it was a good idea to sneak into my laboratory and skulk around. Now, tell me your name, and we can have a pleasantly civil conversation. My desgination is Tarantulas - it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ The absolute LAST THING Rattrap needed to do was push himself into an emergency transformation. As a beastformer, though, it was harder for him to do sol the animal side was just as natural as his root mode. Not to mention the fact that transforming would get himself even more stuck, and could possibly get the webbing tangled in his internals.

No, it was best to stay as he was, and pray the damned spiderbot didn’t try any funny stuff.

But then the bot started to move him around within his arms, and Rattrap gave a panicked squeak. His body wriggled, both trying to avoid his touch and also find a way to escape. He would bite one of those damned legs off, if he had to. 

“Yeah? You want to have a CONVERSATION while I’m tied up like a slaggin’ burrito? Man, you got a weird idea of CIVIL, and conversation now that I think about it.” ⌡ 

[aranea-mechanica]

To be honest, Tarantulas was probably the most innocent of all mechs who had ever attempted to capture Rattrap. Not that Rattrap knew it, though. Tarantulas certainly couldn’t blame the prey for its sympathetic nervous response.

“I’m not showing off, silly, I’m utilizing what’s needed.” Tarantulas approached the struggling rat with the intent to properly restrain him. “This pitspawn reserves the right to protect himself from invaders such as you. Maybe if you give me one good reason I might let you go, but for now? I simply want to chat.”

Deftly wrapping Rattrap’s legs and tail into a strange rat-cocoon, Tarantulas picked the bundle up and held him by a secure thread, letting him wriggle all he wanted. “You have my word I won’t harm you without good reason. Not that you have any reason to trust me at the moment, but maybe you’ll see in time. I’m a neutral, after all. Certainly not a fighter, as you’ve probably deduced.”

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💣 ¦¦ ⌠ The silk began to climb up his limbs, and Rattrap felt his spark squeeze. He wasn’t getting out of this one. He wasn’t GETTING OUT of this one. Although light, the silk was near about the strongest thing he had ever had the displeasure of being encased by. His vents were coming out in panicked squeaks, even as the other approached him.

Rattrap felt his form leave the ground, and tried to writhe and swing himself. Maybe he could nibble his way free. Maybe, if he was able to swing himself up, he could chew through the rope the spider was holding and crawl back in his hiding space. At least that would spare him a few moments.

“I don’t give a slag whatcha are!” He continued to wriggle and swing, his teeth coming so close to the silk, only for him to swing away at the last moment. “You’re a goddamned spida’, an’ the absolute last thing I need tyin’ me up. So just put me down, an’ maybe I won’t chew through all your goddamned wires.” ⌡

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There are a number of things wrong with this picture

[the-write-ideas]

Send me a △ and ask a really invasive question aimed at my character

[lavahearted]

the-write-ideas:

They’ll have to:

Rate on a scale of 1-10 how much they don’t want to answer that question.

Answer that question.

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ Rattrap never listened. 

That was one of his best qualities– and also his worst. Whenever someone told him what to do, he always went with his gut. And, unfortunately, his gut wasn’t always right. Trying to run had done absolutely nothing for him; in fact, it seemed as though it had gotten him out of his safe space, and into the open. A curse escaped him.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. It don’t get any FUNNIER, though.” His tail began to flick back and forth, nervously. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like not having an escape. His nose twitched nervously. “Look, I ain’t got none of your scrap, so just let me get outta here. This place makes my tanks churn.”

Another escape. He needed another FUCKING escape, and he needed it now. ⌡ 

[aranea-mechanica]

To be honest, there were probably a few other escape routes, but not ones Rattrap was going to get at anytime soon. Aiming as carefully as he could, Tarantulas attempted to web up the little ratformer himself - if he could get even one silk attached, he’d be in business.

“You’re trespassing, that’s enough for me to want to keep you here.” Another careful shot. “You still haven’t answered my questions either, and I’m so curious to hear your response. It’s not often I run into natural beastformers such as yourself, you know.”

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💣 ¦¦ ⌠ Try as he might, Rattrap just wasn't able to avoid the second shot of web. It snagged the base of his tail, intertwined with his fur, and the mech cursed. His little form began to twist and struggle, trying desperately to get away from him. He didn't like this mech; he didn't like being CAPTURED. That sort of thing brought back memories best forgotten.

Unfortunately for the rat, struggling only deemed to make things worse. The steel silk only wrapped tighter, entrapping him in the spider's web. With every breath, Rattrap could feel his spark pounding. He knew he wasn't getting out of this, and that scared him. He just wanted out of this. He just wanted away.

"Let me outta this, you slag-sucking pitspawn! Stop tryin' to be a fuckin' show off." ⌡

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          Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin’                 “I’m up shit’s creek!                        I’ve never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!”

Well, yeah, actually.

indie rattrap. played by lafayette !!

[aranea-mechanica]

“Hyeh, only in alt mode. This is from my forearm, if you must know.” Makes sense that the intruder couldn’t see it - Tarantulas couldn’t see much of the mystery mech either. All he knew was that he was small and agile and apparently some sort of beastformer…

“I’m not one of you,” Tarantulas replied, pointed but not upset. “But that’s a story for another day. You, now -”

And then the little mech lunged out from under the equipment, catching Tarantulas off guard. Rattrap managed to navigate past Tarantulas and almost made it to the door before the scientist managed to activate its closure right in the poor rat’s face.

“You really should stop trying to run, hyeh. I’m probably not going to hurt you.”

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ Rattrap never listened. 

That was one of his best qualities-- and also his worst. Whenever someone told him what to do, he always went with his gut. And, unfortunately, his gut wasn’t always right. Trying to run had done absolutely nothing for him; in fact, it seemed as though it had gotten him out of his safe space, and into the open. A curse escaped him.

“Yeah, I’ve heard that one before. It don’t get any FUNNIER, though.” His tail began to flick back and forth, nervously. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like not having an escape. His nose twitched nervously. “Look, I ain’t got none of your scrap, so just let me get outta here. This place makes my tanks churn.”

Another escape. He needed another FUCKING escape, and he needed it now. ⌡ 

[aranea-mechanica]

Tarantulas really hoped the intruder would try to claw or somehow break his way through the web and realize it was next to impossible to do. Tarantulas reveled in any chance he got to show off the effectiveness and glory of his creations.

“I recycle them myself, thank you very much. I’d ask you to slide it over my way, but I’m afraid that’s not possible at the moment.” He shot an extra addition of webbing to emphasize the point.

The tone in Tarantulas’ voice was starting to shift from wary to amused. “Hmm, I might consider donating a cube if you introduce yourself to me and explain why you’re snooping around in my lab.” A pause. “And explain how you’re capable of digesting organic matter, while you’re at it.”

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ "Ya know, that slag really AIN’T FAIR.” A huff escaped his vents. “Not all of us can shoot fuckin’ steel silk from our afts.” 

With a huff, Rattrap moved from his hidden spot towards the front of the machine. He may not be able to break through the silk-- a fact he realized when he tried to open the tile beneath him-- but maybe he could find a spot that the bastard hadn’t taken. His glossa flicked out.

“I mean, it ain’t EASY. It isn’t good on our tanks, an’ it’s not efficient, but in a pinch? It’ll do. I got stranded on an organic planet once, an’ for a bit that was all I could eat.” His vents rattled as he prepared to lunge. Maybe, if he was fast enough, he could pass beneath the spiderbot and out through the door. “Ya should know that; you’re a beast too.”

And with that, he took off, little paws tapping gently as he pushed himself. He may not have grabbed anything worth selling, but maybe he could get out of here with his life. ⌡  

[aranea-mechanica]

This area of the lab with the more sensitive equipment was virtually a web of Tarantulas’ own making - invisible trails of silk laid down cross-crossing on the floor, giving Tarantulas a heads-up whenever anyone entered the room. This new invader must be very light on his feet though, with how long it took Tarantulas to catch the vibrations.

“What kind of scrap, pray tell? I’ve been missing a multimeter for quite some time, do let me know if you find it.”

OK, so the stranger had decided to retreat. Tarantulas could work with that. If he managed to web up one side and maneuver quickly enough to get the other, he could trap the poor soul down there until he figured out what to do with him.

Unfortunately for Rattrap, the side that Tarantulas chose to web up was the one nearest the vent. Moving more swiftly than he could have in his old body, Tarantulas formed a zigzag weave across the opening, then scurried around to the other side to see what the little intruder would do.

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ Yeah, Rattrap wasn’t exactly USED to dealing with spiders. Mammalian predators? Sure. Crooked politicians? Of course. But spiders? Well, there weren’t a lot of them where he was from. So he wasn’t used to dealing with webs, and he certainly had no idea how they worked. If he had known, he might have had a sporting chance.

But he hadn’t, and now Tarantulas was on to his game.

“Can’t say I see one of those, though I’m pretty sure there are far too many test tubes down here. An’-- is that a dead battery cell? You know you can RECYCLE those, right? Scrap, spiderbot, learn to protect the environment.”

There. There was the damned opening-- aaaaand now it was covered by web. Excellent, fantastic, wonderful. Well, that seemed to be two exits he could no longer use. How many more did the pitspawn have in his workshop? Rattrap could possibly pry up a tile from the floor and escape through that, but there was no assurance that he could escape that way.

“’Ey, if we’re playin’ this game, you mind tossin’ me a tiny cube? I ain’t eaten in a few, an’ I’m startin’ to get hungry. I’ll take organic scraps, too, if that’s all ya got lyin’ around. I ain’t picky.” ⌡ 

[aranea-mechanica]

@diispensable - closed starter!

“I do hope you’re not chewing on the wires down there, little glitchmouse.”

Tarantulas had his optic trained on the shadowy little figure hiding behind his equipment, ready to web him up as soon as he got the chance. Goodness though, but smaller targets were always so much harder to hit…

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💣 ¦¦    ⌠ Well, okay. It appeared as though he was going to have to do this the HARD WAY.

Rattrap wasn’t used to being caught. He was a skilled hacker, and an even better thief. He knew how to get in, steal what he needed, and get out, but it would appear this time as though his skills had been matched. No matter, he was still fast. He was still SMALL. He could do what needed to be done.

“Eh, coppa’s not my favorite flavor. Get some nickle, an’ maybe we’ll talk.” Moving back beneath the equipment, Rattrap surveyed the area. There, a small vent nearby. He hadn’t come in that way, but he could surely get out through it. “You got a whole lotta SCRAP back here, ya know.” ⌡ 

[pangolinart]

hey so i’m still drawing a ton (not that anyone is worried) i’m just busy with some Big projects, and a bit of freelance work, that’s been keeping me from posting the smaller fun stuff

gonna try and sketch more too, but for now, ol’ chopperface and the rodent stuck in the rain

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          Now, you’re prob’ly thinkin’                 "I’m up shit’s creek!                        I've never been north of Ninety-Sixth Street!”

Well, yeah, actually.

indie rattrap. played by lafayette !!

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[wnq-writers]

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