Nobody Loves Waspinator

indie waspinator, as written by Ocean, 20+

[air-razor]

"Mmmnnn, Air Razor?"

" Wasp-!" She scoops him up with chrring happiness," Hello little one~"

[ickle-buggy]

Scooped up, Waspinator's antenna wiggle delightedly, round optics shiny. Looked like he'd even washed himself this time.

"Is Air Razor ok?"

[ickle-buggy]

"Mnnngh... Waspinator slept for too long... Waspinator is sore..."

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator sets himself to his task, which currently seems to be... digging. Furiously.

[tyrannical-t-rex]

There's a faint knocking at the door of the Darksyde. He's not even certain Megatron would want this, but then, everyone likes a present, right? His wings buzz against his back, anxious nerves making his shift uneasily.

There was silence for a few moments before the grand door opened, revealing a very, admittedly tired, predacon leader.

His red optics scanned in front of him then down at the green bot right there. Shaking like a leaf in the wings it seemed.

"Ah- waspinator," Megatron began in that almost taunting voice of his. "It seems you have decided to show your face around here again, I thought you hated it here?" He scoffed. He's bitter.

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator's plating puffed up a little, but he prided himself for not flinching back when the door opened. His wings were still buzzing away, but ah well, old habits died hard.

He does, however, thrust the box he's holding out at Megatron, antenna bobbing nervously.

"Waspinator brought Megatron something," he manages. And then after a few more moments, almost sheepishly, he murmurs, "Waspinator was.. mean. Waspinator knows he was mean to Megatron. Brought something nice? Peace offering?"

[tyrannical-t-rex]

The gift was a surprise, however it did not stop Megatron from eyeing it, optics going from waspinator to whatever was in his servos then back to waspinator again. His expression was confused yet curious of what was in the box. However he had a suspicion.

"You? Mean?" He thought for a moment, perhaps if he tells the bug bot that it's not his fault he may then hesitate with this gift..

"Oh waspinator, you were merely upset. Perhaps even convinced by the maximals to be cruel."

Megatron soon watched and waited.

[ickle-buggy]

Airazor liked Megatron, and Waspinator liked Airazor. If Airazor liked him, then maybe.. Waspinator was wrong about him. It wouldn't be the first time Waspinator had ever been wrong, but it would be the first time Waspinator had ever felt guilty about it.

He nudges the gift towards Megatron again, antenna drooping.

"Waspinator.. can't be a maximal. Maybe. If everyone goes back, other Maximals wouldn't want Wasp, anyway. ..Wasp doesn't know what Wasp wants."

A pause, and his wings buzz, again. "Wasp does know he's tried of exploding all the time, though."

[tyrannical-t-rex]

There's a faint knocking at the door of the Darksyde. He's not even certain Megatron would want this, but then, everyone likes a present, right? His wings buzz against his back, anxious nerves making his shift uneasily.

There was silence for a few moments before the grand door opened, revealing a very, admittedly tired, predacon leader.

His red optics scanned in front of him then down at the green bot right there. Shaking like a leaf in the wings it seemed.

"Ah- waspinator," Megatron began in that almost taunting voice of his. "It seems you have decided to show your face around here again, I thought you hated it here?" He scoffed. He's bitter.

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator's plating puffed up a little, but he prided himself for not flinching back when the door opened. His wings were still buzzing away, but ah well, old habits died hard.

He does, however, thrust the box he's holding out at Megatron, antenna bobbing nervously.

"Waspinator brought Megatron something," he manages. And then after a few more moments, almost sheepishly, he murmurs, "Waspinator was.. mean. Waspinator knows he was mean to Megatron. Brought something nice? Peace offering?"

[air-razor]

Pap pap. Wasp gently taps her on the elbow to get her attention. "Airazor?"

" Wasp dear!" She turns with a happy trill arms open to scoop him up into a careful hug.

[ickle-buggy]

"Brought Aizrazor nice thing," he murmurs, mostly into her feathers. His wings flicker, causing a vibrating sort of hum. "Wasp went hunting and found this!"

[air-razor]

" A nice thing? Wasp dear you didn't have to bring me something. But thank you sweet one." Razor nuzzles and carefully preens at him before cuddling him closer.

Chuckling quietly," What did you hunt dear?"

[ickle-buggy]

"Waspinator did not catch..", he trails off at the end, embarrassed, but digs through his subspace to offer out a chunk of yellow-amber gemstone. "Citrine! Lots of it, but Wasp couldn't carry it all."

He holds it up to the light, so that when it catches, it turns gold.

[air-razor]

" Oh! Well that's so lovely dear spark. What a pretty find." She means it too. Admiring the color as the sun turns a beautiful hue through the gemstone.

Holding her servo out," May I see it lovely? Did you know that Citrine was once associated with a Goddess of War? Because it was believed the sun God sent her with the stone to represent him on her blades to punish humanity. But others believed it could bring you wealth due to its gold colors."

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator, in fact, did not know. He didn't really.. know much, about any of the gods, save for Primus and Unicron, who were the beginning and end, as far as he was concerned.

He places the gem in her palm, wings buzzing and big, compound optics flickering as he considers this. "Mmm- is any of it true?" Can a little rock like that bring anyone luck? Mostly, he thought, it was pretty, and if you processed it, it could make a nice snack.

[air-razor]

Pap pap. Wasp gently taps her on the elbow to get her attention. "Airazor?"

" Wasp dear!" She turns with a happy trill arms open to scoop him up into a careful hug.

[ickle-buggy]

"Brought Aizrazor nice thing," he murmurs, mostly into her feathers. His wings flicker, causing a vibrating sort of hum. "Wasp went hunting and found this!"

[air-razor]

" A nice thing? Wasp dear you didn't have to bring me something. But thank you sweet one." Razor nuzzles and carefully preens at him before cuddling him closer.

Chuckling quietly," What did you hunt dear?"

[ickle-buggy]

"Waspinator did not catch..", he trails off at the end, embarrassed, but digs through his subspace to offer out a chunk of yellow-amber gemstone. "Citrine! Lots of it, but Wasp couldn't carry it all."

He holds it up to the light, so that when it catches, it turns gold.

[air-razor]

Pap pap. Wasp gently taps her on the elbow to get her attention. "Airazor?"

" Wasp dear!" She turns with a happy trill arms open to scoop him up into a careful hug.

[ickle-buggy]

"Brought Aizrazor nice thing," he murmurs, mostly into her feathers. His wings flicker, causing a vibrating sort of hum. "Wasp went hunting and found this!"

[dinoserious]

alt mode

[metallightningbug]

@ickle-buggy

[ickle-buggy]

air-razor Hands him a snack and pets his helm because he's a good bot.

He makes a soft clicking noise, wings fluttering along his back.

"Mmmm- hello, Airazor."

[ickle-buggy]

Quiet crunching noises...

[air-razor]

" What. Do. You. WANT-?" Red-gold optics gleam from above. Feathers bristling where she's hunkered in the furthest rafters of the least used hangar. Her talons make the metal under them scream they clench.

Her wing dangles and it's ill looking. A few feathers resting rusted on the floor under her.

A bad day indeed...

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator shrinks a little, wings tuck close to his back and antenna slicking back along his helm.

He holds hunks of meat in his arms.

“Waspinator hunted,” he offers, haltingly, optics gone big and round. A successful hunt, his first, real successful hunt in.. ever. He’d brought it back to Airazor because he couldn’t show Tarantulas, but..

“Airazor is.. ok?”

[air-razor]

Her helm rears back and her beak opens.

Then a shudder rubs through her. She twists into bipedal mode. Gripping the joint of her bad wing hard enough feathers come undone around her talons. She vents-

One-

Find the center.

Two-

The flame is hers.

Three-

That is her little one. Her fledgling.

Exhausted optics open. She skips from her perch clumsily. Voice a hoarse criak but softer," D-did you now-? Oh I'm so proud fledgling-" she hovers.

Like she wants to draw him into a hug. But his posture is so scared. Her spark aches and she hates herself deeply.

[ickle-buggy]

Airazor seems to come back to herself, and Waspinator watches for a moment, before shrugging off his fear.

Just like that.

So easily, as though it was second nature.

Perhaps he was simply used to being afraid- Primus knew he had had his reasons to be. They had been fighting for so long, he didn’t exactly know how to live without it.

He’d just.. gotten used to it.

As it is, he’s not afraid of her.

But he is distinctly aware that she could tear him up into little pieces if she wanted.

He likes to keep these things in mind. ..just in case.

“Waspinator brought back- for Airazor,” he offers, a touch she as he wanders closer, meat held like an offering.

“Airazor is ok?” He asks again, because if she is like this, she must be.. not.

[air-razor]

" What. Do. You. WANT-?" Red-gold optics gleam from above. Feathers bristling where she's hunkered in the furthest rafters of the least used hangar. Her talons make the metal under them scream they clench.

Her wing dangles and it's ill looking. A few feathers resting rusted on the floor under her.

A bad day indeed...

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator shrinks a little, wings tuck close to his back and antenna slicking back along his helm.

He holds hunks of meat in his arms.

“Waspinator hunted,” he offers, haltingly, optics gone big and round. A successful hunt, his first, real successful hunt in.. ever. He’d brought it back to Airazor because he couldn’t show Tarantulas, but..

“Airazor is.. ok?”

[ickle-buggy]

(@metallightningbug ) Shrapnel sends him a set of location coordinates with only the brief message 'I have something for you' attached.

Shrapnel! Waspinator likes Shrapnel. Shrapnel isn't exactly nice, but he's not mean, either. He's kinda..

Waspinator doesn't know. He teases Waspinator a bit, but he hasn't hurt him. And he helps Waspinator find food without hurting himself. Waspinator trusts him, funny enough.

So he checks around to make sure he's clear before buzzing off towards the location.

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator snaps out of it, after a moment, optics cycling absently. “Ah.. Waspinator is alright. ..dirty.” He doesn’t mention the.. feelings, to Shrapnel. He’ll sort them out later, when he feels a little less dazed about it, perhaps. Maybe he’ll feel a little less bad about it with a bit of recharge.

“Bombshell and Shrapnel?” He asks, instead, unfamiliar with the names. He can only assume they must be other Insecticons. What he knows of Shrapnel is that he doesn’t really.. associate with other mechs randomly. Waspinator just looks bug enough that he got a pass.

“Waspinator is alright, really. ..maybe ate a bit of cabling that went down wrong? Hasn’t eaten like this in a really long time.” And that wasn’t a lie- his tanks were certainly full, almost uncomfortably so.

[metallightningbug]

“Bombshell and Kickback, they are my brothers (brothers). They will like you (you).” Well Kickback would definetly like him, Bombshell would probably tolerate him the same way he tolerated Kickback.

Reaching out he placed a stained servo on Waspinators shoulder. He had made up his mind, the lonely beastformer belonged with them. Wasp was too anxious and clearly lacking in self-confidence, but Shrapnel would teach him. “You’re one of us (us).”

[ickle-buggy]

Brothers.. Waspinator blinks at him. There are more Insecticons. He wonders how many, then, beyond these three that there are. An entire hive, maybe? The entire concept makes Wasp boggle for a moment.

And then.. Shrapnel declares him ‘one of them’ and he turns his full attention onto the Insection, claws rubbing together. “Really?” It is not a skeptical sort of question, so much as clarification. 

There is a sort of desperate Hope in his optics.

[ickle-buggy]

(@metallightningbug ) Shrapnel sends him a set of location coordinates with only the brief message 'I have something for you' attached.

Shrapnel! Waspinator likes Shrapnel. Shrapnel isn't exactly nice, but he's not mean, either. He's kinda..

Waspinator doesn't know. He teases Waspinator a bit, but he hasn't hurt him. And he helps Waspinator find food without hurting himself. Waspinator trusts him, funny enough.

So he checks around to make sure he's clear before buzzing off towards the location.

[ickle-buggy]

Waspinator snaps out of it, after a moment, optics cycling absently. “Ah.. Waspinator is alright. ..dirty.” He doesn’t mention the.. feelings, to Shrapnel. He’ll sort them out later, when he feels a little less dazed about it, perhaps. Maybe he’ll feel a little less bad about it with a bit of recharge.

“Bombshell and Shrapnel?” He asks, instead, unfamiliar with the names. He can only assume they must be other Insecticons. What he knows of Shrapnel is that he doesn’t really.. associate with other mechs randomly. Waspinator just looks bug enough that he got a pass.

“Waspinator is alright, really. ..maybe ate a bit of cabling that went down wrong? Hasn’t eaten like this in a really long time.” And that wasn’t a lie- his tanks were certainly full, almost uncomfortably so.

[ickle-buggy]

(@metallightningbug ) Shrapnel sends him a set of location coordinates with only the brief message 'I have something for you' attached.

Shrapnel! Waspinator likes Shrapnel. Shrapnel isn't exactly nice, but he's not mean, either. He's kinda..

Waspinator doesn't know. He teases Waspinator a bit, but he hasn't hurt him. And he helps Waspinator find food without hurting himself. Waspinator trusts him, funny enough.

So he checks around to make sure he's clear before buzzing off towards the location.

[ickle-buggy]

There was a mech there, where pink stains lay. There was a mech, optics round with horror and fear, knowing they wouldn’t survive the night.

Waspinator licks the energon from his claws absently, as he stares at the spot that they were, processor sluggish. He is.. full, for the first time in his life, completely devoid of hunger, a kill he wasn’t shooed off from or called away from. All it took was nearly starving.

And doing something to someone that was, relatively very cruel. His tanks don’t turn, but there is a level of guilt building up that manifests into a hard knot in his throat, like a bit of protoform or cabling went down the wrong way. Swallowing does not help.

He’s not sure anything will, not when there is nothing he can do to fix it.

The Autobot is gone. He turns to Shrapnel, instead, wiping unsuccessfully at his face, again, only really wiping and smearing gore around, until he gives up entirely. “Waspinator has.. not eaten in a long time. ..a very long time.” His voice sounds faint, like it is far away to his audials.

He killed a mech. And he has done so, before, but only.. only ever on accident, and by then, they were dead, so it didn’t matter if he ate the leftovers. But this was.. purposeful. To look into their optics and seal their fate is a completely different experience.

...Waspinator may be full, but he isn’t sure he enjoyed it at all.

[air-razor]

"Did it change you?"

" Oh wasp-" Her expression softens for the small... not predacon. Nor quite Maximal. Simply a young mech in a long war that he did not ask for. She wraps an arm around his shoulders to draw him in. Giving a careful side hug," Every day, we change. Everything that touches us. All those that walk beside us; either in opposition or in support. All these things, they change us." She gently pets his back," It is our choice in how we allow these experiences to change us. Do we build a better tomorrow? OR do we carry the burden of hatred, of bitterness. I like to think I am choosing a better way forward." Her talons are careful as they rest on his helm," For you. And other younglings that will come after you... This I swore many years ago. Before the War."

[ickle-buggy]

It really wasn’t much of a hunt, unless you count finding Shrapnel.

And even then he was given coordinates. She tweaks his antenna and it wiggles in her hold, getting her a little laugh, and then silence, again. “Waspinator wants to lay down,” he tries, hoping to avoid the whole conversation about food altogether.

“Waspinator is very full- sleepy?” He should.. probably recharge. Or try to, anyhow. If he can manage.

He is loathe to let go of Airazor, though, because she is very warm and smells nice, and while her nest is good, it is nicer when she is in it.