Eclipse doodleee (+ a small headcanon of mine)
Don’t mind the angst hajahahha I’m sleepy
Sorry this took so long, wow. It's not done, not edited either, but still figured I'd share this.
When the mimic had mimicked Eclipse, he had felt everything. Every little movement, every wire and board torn out to make room for something that was never meant to be there. He could do nothing as he slowly lost control of himself, as he was turned into nothing but a suit to be worn.
Then getting stuck in his mind…
He wasn’t traumatized, mind you. But, sometimes he needed to remind himself that he was in control. It was logical to start fidgeting. Touching his rays, moving his mouth, tapping his foot. It told him he was still there, and kept him working.
If he slipped into his mind right now, he wouldn’t get anything done, and would waste time. Especially now, since Puppet was determined to kill herself. He wouldn’t let her, not after everything. It was a favor, for how much she sacrificed for him he would not let her go any further. He had to.
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Eclipse hated to admit it, but the fidgeting was getting worse. Roxanne would say it was destructive, but it wasn’t his fault everything was going wrong. First the mimic somehow comes back, then Roxanne can’t just stay in her room during open hours and now he has to deal with a suing case on top of tracking the mimic.
Just when things had been calming down too.
He stared at his monitor. The words were blurring together and his coding kept jumping around. There was something he needed to fix, something was wrong, but the harder he looked the more the screen blurred. He grit his teeth in frustration, and…
Screech!
He jolted, almost jumping out of his chair at the sudden pinch on his wrist. His skin, it was being opened. Wires, he couldn’t move, he needed to move, why wasn’t he moving! Get it out, get it out, get it out.
His mind was screaming, and he yanked on the mimic… but there was nothing.
His fans were whirring loudly and his chassis was hot with overexertion, and there was nothing. He chuckled, small at first. But it grew and grew and turned into a roar of frustration. He was weak, all he’d done was dented his wrist a little and he’d thrown a fit.
He slammed his hand on his desk in frustration, his eyes burning with oil just barely held back. He forced his fans to slow and turned his computer off. He stood up on shaky legs and started towards the repair bay.
The front of his forehead was buzzing a little, but each step he took felt solid and fought it back. By the time he arrived, it was almost gone.
He sat himself on a bench and picked up a glue gun. Dents were easy fixes, just dab some hot glue on the center, let it harden, then pull. It took a few tries, but just as he was finishing up, Andrew walked in. “Oh, hey Eclipse.”
