NOTE: Yes, this is STILL @themcomicsofficial just with a new account!
EXT. MALL DARK CORNER-NIGHT
DeathScythe walks left and right in frustration due to what happened two and a half hours ago with her former sister, BlackHeart and their humiliating defeat against her and stops and breathes in and out angrily.
“(DeathScythe) This is such an embarrassment…how can see overpower us in one minute? I told her to loyal enough for our masters—and yet, he betrayed us and threw us away like garbage!”
Nocturne stares blankly at DeathScythe.
“(DeathScythe) Don’t give me that look! You saw how she’d humiliated us with her fancy new powers! If we had her right now I would’ve SNAPPED her neck by now! What will our master say about this..?”
Nocturne walks closer to DeathScythe and whispers to her ear.
“(DeathScythe) What?—that’s preposterous!—you serious? Why?—no, we cannot bother them!—they’ll have our heads if we fail or worse—detonate us!—are you sure?—this is quite surprising this is the first time I heard you speak to me…”
Nocturne backs away from DeathScythe’s ear.
“(DeathScythe) Alright, then…are you sure this might work?”
Nocturne nods and DeathScythe gives a deep breath
“(DeathScythe) Alright, let’s all hope we don’t die…”
Nocturne continues to leave a blank look. DeathScythe summons a wrist communicator and presses leaving a holographic screen of their masters, the Quintessons.
“(Quintessons) Huh…what? Who dares summons us—what the? DEATHSCYTHE?”
“(DeathScythe) Masters, we are in dire need in emergency…”
“(Quintessons) Where’s our army we scent you two with?”
“(DeathScythe) Yes…about that, unfortunately our former flesh and blood managed to take them all out in one minute—”
“(Quintessons, furious) WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LOST BLACKHEART???!!”
“(DeathScythe) Patience, my masters. It appears she must’ve “upgraded” herself and broke free from your ranks and went independent…”
“(Quintessons) We thought we raised you to be fiercer than this, child! How can you mess up this quickly? Now we’re down with two spawns we’ve made! Even though both Bloodlust and CruelGutter were failures as well and now we’re dealing with a third one!”
“(DeathScythe) Well, have you tried locating her around this sanctuary?”
“(Quintessons) Unfortunately, we have not—our detonation panel managed to lose her connection…”
“(Quintessons) Which is a minor ANNOYANCE to us!”
“(Quintessons) Yet you and Nocturne are still online so it will make sense for us to blow you up if you fail this mission or be a bothersome to us…”
“(DeathScythe) Wait, wait, my masters is there a still chance for me and my brother to accomplish your mission?”
The Quintessons give both DeathScythe and Nocturne a cold stares as one face switches to another.
“(DeathScythe) Well, well?”
“(Quintessons) Hmm…alright then…”
“(DeathScythe) Yes, thank you, my masters—”
“(Quintessons) BUT there’s one more offer we can bright to you two?”
“(DeathScythe) Yes, yes, what are the offers?”
“(Quintessons) You have one more chance, let this be a warning for you two if EVER make a mistake during this mission or even try to humiliate us with one little flub up…we’ll know, we’ll do worse things that you won’t even imagine…”
“(DeathScythe) We both already know you’re going to blow us up if we fail, masters!”
“(Quintessons) Worse, worse than that, child!”
“(Quintessons) Instead of the idea of detonation…we have come up with other drastic measures when it comes to failing our will.”
“(DeathScythe, terrified) A-a-and what will that be, masters?”
The Quintessons snaps its fingers as it shows a machine of what it looks like a torture chamber with drills, buzzsaws, and scalpel knives with a stain of green goo on the chair appear next to the Quintessons leaving DeathScythe to have a terrified reaction.
EXT. MALL DARK CORNER-NIGHT
“(Quintessons) You have one more chance, find your sister or face the consequences, are we clear?”
“(Quintessons) DO YOU UNDERSTAND, ARE WE CLEAR???!!!”
“(DeathScythe) Yes! Yes…”
“(Quintessons) Excellent, now do what you need to do, get out of our sight…”
DeathScythe and Nocturne hesitate
“(Quintessons, pounds fist on temple) NOW!”
The holograms disappear from DeathScythe’s wristwatch as DeathScythe leaves a hidden scared look as Nocturne tries to comfort her.
“(DeathScythe, moves away her shoulder) Keep your hands off of me! C’mon we got a mission to do!”
DeathScythe walks away from Nocturne
DeathScythe stops midway and looks behind with a confused look.
“(DeathScythe) Why are you speaking?”
“(Nocturne) …I…am…Noc…Turne…”
“(DeathScythe) That’s strange you never spoken a word since we came here…”
“(Nocturne) Death…Scythe…scared…masters…”
“(DeathScythe) Why would I be scared of our masters?”
Nocturne hesitates as he tries to speak up.
“(DeathScythe) I am not!”
“(Nocturne) You scared, you scared, you scared, you scared, you scared you scared, you scared—(CONT’D)”
“(DeathScythe) I am not! Stop this, stop this right now!”
“(Nocturne) YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED, YOU SCARED!!!—”
“(DeathScythe, slams down her scythe) SHUT UP!—you mute bastard of a brother…”
Nocturne continues to point at her and DeathScythe leaves an angry, irate look.
“(DeathScythe) It’s quite interesting you managed to talk but it’s not to going to stop us from completing our mission! So for now on, you are going to forget about learning how to talk and instead, keep your own trap shut for the rest of the day! Understand?”
Nocturne continues to stare blankly.
“(DeathScythe) That’s what I thought…”
“(Nocturne) Sister, mean—”
“(DeathScythe, threatening) LAST WARNING!!!”
Nocturne jumps from DeathScythe’s outburst and continues to follow her in the mall.
INT. NEW LOST AND FOUND-NIGHT
Burgertron ponders with Dimlit, Kikmee, Clogstopper, and Bonz-Eye toward BlackHeart (offscreen) with her new form and design.
“(Burgertron) Hmm…how can we able you won’t attack us?”
“(BlackHeart) Well, uh…I featured out the truth about human beings and I broke free from my sister’s and my master’s lies!”
“(Bonz-Eye) How are we able to trust you? You entrapped us in your energon absorbing vines! It took us like an hour or two to get us out! I had to do the dirty work!”
“(BlackHeart) Look, times were different I have changed now! I now learn that humans are not the greedy, morbidly obese, spoiled, arrogant miscreants! They do exercise, they take care of their young ones and give them respect and throw away their trash and recycling! You have to trust me! I am not like my siblings!”
“(Bonz-Eye) I don’t think we should trust her…”
“(Kikmee) I think I disagree I mean I do dig those colors, I mean pink and blue! Hot damn!”
“(Bonz-Eye) I still don’t believe her…”
“(Dimlit) I don’t know, Bonz-Eye she showed kindness toward us recently and hasn’t gotten crazy-deadly since!”
“(Clogstopper) She smells like strawberries!”
“(Burgertron) Yeah, Bonz-Eye! Maybe we should give her chance! Sure, she may have started out as blank, soulless, genocidal zealot maniac…maybe we should give her chance.”
“(Bonz-Eye, sighs) Alright, but still—I still don’t think she’s a good influence. Keep on eye on her, alright?”
“(Burgertron) Why would we keep an eye on her?”
“(Bonz-Eye) Because you failed to keep an eye out on Clogstopper while he was escalator surfing?”
Clogstopper surfs on a sandal on the downstairs escalator in full speed.
“(Clogstopper) YEAH!!!!—wait…”
Clogstopper crashes through a woman’s clothing store where a woman’s scream is heard.
INT. NEW LOST AND FOUND-NIGHT
“(Burgertron) Okay, fair point…so have we come to make a decision…”
“(Bonz-Eye) I’m still not sure…”
Bonz-Eye eyes the curious BlackHeart looking at the Lost Bots and Bonz-Eye lets out a sigh.
“(Bonz-Eye) Alright, alright…let’s try to trust her…”
“(Bonz-Eye) IF…if there’s any mishaps than we cannot trust her more not ever what happened…”
“(Burgertron) She won’t try to attack us!”
Bonz-Eye lifts an eyebrow.
“(Burgertron) C’mon, believe us! She’s an alright gal! She won’t hurt anybody!”
Bonz-Eye looks at BlackHeart who is conjuring up a pink, purple, and blue rose with small, calm smile.
“(Burgertron) Alright then, then it’s settled! (claps hands and breaks the huddle) wouldn’t say, BlackHeart? Ready to start your journey as a Mini-Con?”
“(BlackHeart) I love to!”
“(Burgertron) Great! Let’s hope the other bots can trust you as well! I bet you’re going to do just fine!”
Llandra has her arms crossed with an disinterested look.
“(Burgertron) C’mon, Llandra get give her a shot!”
“(Llandra) Not even a chance…”
“(Burgertron) Y-ya know, why are you bots and cons against all of this?”
“(Llandra) Not even after she did to all of us…”
“(Burgertron) Yeah, I get that…she changed for the better! She doesn’t think of us of something that need to be annihilated!”
“(Llandra) Burgertron, I am part of Cybertron’s special operatives I can track down criminals and judge them from their unredeemable actions. Why would you make me change my mind on someone who went a crusade and attacked the mall’s music store for the Quintessons?”
“(Burgertron) Look, she was confused then! Sure, she was crazy and insane then, but you got to believe her! She got a new look, and she lives independently now!”
“(Llandra) Burgertron, there are certain types of people in the world who can and cannot take responsibility for their actions. I want you to understand that Burgertron. Even if she did what was wrong and monstrous I still won’t trust her before or after she can confess her actions. Or else, she’ll be outcasted, abandoned, treated like a criminal proven guilty.
“(Burgertron) Well, she showed that she can do better she showed these cool roses!”
Burgertron shows the multicolored, pink, purple, and blue rose. Llandra yelps and smacks it away.
“(Burgertron) HEY! WHAT DID YOU THAT FOR?”
“(Llandra) Are you off your software? Those were roses that could’ve killed us!”
“(Burgertron) You’re talking about the old roses! These roses smooth and soft!”
“(Llandra) Well, that doesn’t change my mind of me not trusting her as a genocidal crusader who tried to kill us!”
“(Burgertron) C’mon, Llandra you’re acting paranoid. You got to believe BlackHeart isn’t all that bad! So, maybe you can give her one last shot—”
Llandra thinks for herself.
Dimlit, Kikmee, Clogstopper, and Bonz-Eye, and BlackHeart are waiting outside and Burgertron comes out.
“(Kikmee) Well, what she say?”
“(Burgertron) Ugh…nothing all she did was giving me this look.”
Burgertron crosses his arm and imitates Llandra’s untrustful look.
“(Kikmee) So, another flub up, huh?”
“(Burgertron) Trust me, her’s is not like the other responses we’ve had.
“(Trailblazer, uninterested) No…”
“(SunLight) Not happening…”
“(SharpEdge) Aren’t there six of ya?”
LunarEclipse snores on the ground with a snot bubble.
“(LightNight) Yeah, sorry guys when it comes to people like that even what she did I cannot be a part of this. Besides, she’s not like my sister after using her credit card to buy more sci-fi figures!”
“(SunLight, offscreen) WHO PAID $80.00 FOR A NEW CONSOLE WITH MY CREDIT CARD???!!”
“(LightNight) Uh, yeah I think it’s time for you guys to go…”
“(SunLight, offscreen) YOU AND I HAVE EXPLAINING TO DO, BROTHER!”
“(LightNight) I JUST LET MY CURIOUSITY GET THE BEST OF ME!—DAH-OOW!!”
Burgertron, BlackHeart and the Lost Bots cringe at SunLight punching LightNight’s nose (offscreen).
“(Burgertron) So, we’re out of luck…”
The Lost Bots sigh in defeat.
“(BlackHeart) Well, there’s still hope for me. I can still try!”
“(Bonz-Eye) BlackHeart, our society are more afraid of you then they support you. Your siblings were psychopathic murderers working for an ancient alien race…”
“(BlackHeart) Not all of them were, Bloodlust was my brother—the one channeled four elements at once. The one that you fought, Burgertron!”
“(Burgertron) Oh yeah—wait…he was your BROTHER?!”
“(Bonz-Eye) You need to keep up with the times, Burgertron.”
“(Blackheart) Yes, since my creation from our planet of Quintessa…he was the one who decided to protect me and be my brother. He cared about me outside of my other siblings…He was the only one who loved me…even after your battle with him at midst of his death. My siblings viewed him as a failure who coddled me too much. DeathScythe always berate me and blamed him for what I am, she would say “YOUR BROTHER WAS A FAILURE, HE MADE YOU TOO SOFT!” I can remember him running toward me, reaching his arm out trying to protect me and then they blew him up.
Flashback shows Bloodlust running toward BlackHeart and getting blown up and his spark fading away.
“(Bonz-Eye) Man…looks like you’ve been through a lot…”
“(BlackHeart) Yes…but thanks for this planet’s—yours included for its generosity made me break free from all the propaganda I was feed from the Quintessons and my—“siblings”…if I can call them that because they were the ones who were the monsters!”
“(Kikmee) And they are where they like or not!”
“(Burgertron) Say, how about we lay off this sob story and do something productive!”
“(BlackHeart) It would be the most certain!”
“(Burgertron) Good, because Clogstopper has been streaming a river of tears since you told your brother’s backstory…”
“(Clogstopper, choking up) I CAN’T HELP IT. IT’S TOO MUCH!! (cries)”
“(BlackHeart) Okay, then…”
“(Burgertron) So, where should start first, BlackHeart?”
“(BlackHeart) Well…I do want to give my newfound abilities a chance…”
“(Dimlit) So, where do want to start first?”
BlackHeart eyes a couple of BotBots and Mini-Cons struggling to set up a Jenga-like style tower.
BlackHeart walks over to the situation and the Lost Bots follow through.
“(Batsby) C’mon just a little!—”
Batsby tries to get closer to the edge of the top of the tower and misses as all topple to the ground along with the Jenga like tower. They all groan in disappointment…
“(Batsby) Well, that’s just great…well, time to return to square one…”
“(BlackHeart, offscreen) May I observe?”
Batsby and other BotBots and Mini-Cons look at BlackHeart standing there, curious.
“(Batsby) Are you…new around here?”
“(Batsby) Well, okay well, can you help us out with picking up the pieces so we can again—it’s going to take a while and—”
BlackHeart’s eyes glow pink as he summons vines as they pick up the blocks and rebuild the tower as all the BotBots and Mini-Cons look in awe as the tower is back to its original form.
“(Batsby) Whoa! How did you do that?!”
“(BlackHeart) Oh, it’s only a gift I have…I could also do this too…”
BlackHeart opens up her palm and conjures up a rose.
“(Batsby) Oh man! That is sick!”
“(BlackHeart) Actually, no I’m feeling fine…”
“(Batsby) Actually, no, “sick” as in “cool, radical, and awesome?”
“(BlackHeart) Why would those words equate with a human illness?”
Batsby leaves an blank look.
“(BlackHeart) You need to understand this place more, newcomer…”
“(Batsby) C’mon I’ll show you around, get to know this place better!”
“(BlackHeart) Oh, I would love to!”
“(Batsby) Well, follow me I got some stuff to show ya!”
BlackHeart gasps as he sees Fomo wearing a grim reaper outfit with a scythe.
“(Fomo) Check out this outfit I’m wearing!!”
BlackHeart hyperventilates upon seeing Fomo wearing the grim reaper outfit as flashes of images of DeathScythe attacking her (POV) with her scythe, physically and mentally.
“(BlackHeart) No, no! Stay back!”
“(Batsby) Whoa! New girl, you alright?”
BlackHeart falls on the ground.
“(BlackHeart) Just s-stay away, STAY AWAY!”
BlackHeart clutches her head and mumbles in fear.
“(Burgertron) What the heck is going on? BlackHeart?”
“(BlackHeart, mumbling) No, no, no, no, don’t hurt me, don’t hurt me…”
“(Bonz-Eye) She’s just getting worked up…I’ll go take her…”
Bonz-Eye picks up the traumatized BlackHeart who is still clutching her head and walks her to the lost and found.
“(Fomo) Was it something I said?”
“(Batsby) What the hell was that all about?”
“(Burgertron) Trust me, there’s a lot more you need to know about her…”
“(Burgertron) Well, ya see she’s not from around here nor from the mall or Cybertron…”
“(Batsby) Where did she come from?”
“(Burgertron) You don’t want to know…she grow up in a bad environment…and what I can say based on what told me…it wasn’t pretty…
Brent McCalyn is waiting on the swing set by himself waiting for someone in cold, starry sky.
“(Kiki, offscreen) This better be important…”
Brent looks and sees a uninterested Kiki Tomoiya in front of him and seats on a swing.
“(Kiki) Alright, talk to me…”
“(Brent) Um…okay, I never you come here that quick…”
“(Kiki) I know…I don’t come here just because—I come because I’m going to your pity party!”
“(Brent) Hey give me some slack! I’m trying to survive this nightmare I am dealing with!”
“(Kiki) Oh what like your grandpa?”
“(Brent) Wh—how—did you know?”
“(Kiki) You posted your reactions to the yelling on your TikTok account!”
“(Brent) Okay, I cannot argue with that!”
“(Kiki) Okay, lets the subject—one question, why did you texted me and made me go here I have some homework to finish and grades to keep up for my soccer tryouts!”
“(Kiki) I DON’T KNOW! You brought me here!”
“(Brent) Okay, fine!—I just—needed someone to keep me company…”
“(Brent) It’s just—my home life…it’s been a living hell since my jerk face dad died and now my grandpa is continuing his old-fart legacy!”
“(Kiki) Oh yeah, I could totally tell that from the videos I saw…”
“(Brent) It’s just too much pressure I mean since that attack on Sector 7—”
“(Kiki) The attack YOU caused?”
“(Brent) CAN YOU JUST LET ME FINISH?—Anyway, since that attack on my jerk face dad dying and all and letting my old fossil of a grandpa taking his place replacing him—it’s just a living nightmare!”
“(Kiki) Maybe you haven’t given people a hard time maybe they won’t act that way!”
“(Brent) What about you and that jet lady? You’ve bragging about her since the incident!!”
“(Kiki) Because I don’t act like a jerk and respect those who want to protect me! Besides, what have you been doing for the past two years. You’re just acting like the prankster of our school and got multiple detentions day-after-day!”
“(Brent)I just wanted entertain myself!”
“(Kiki) By making people’s lives worse?!”
“(Brent) CAN YOU JUST LISTEN, PLEASE! I do these things so I can get the negatively out of my life! So, I don’t judge at, mocked at, something to just cheer me up!”
“(Kiki) That’s why you pull these things?”
“(Brent) Yes! I just want to be happy for once! To be finally be free from this! Life isn’t simple, Kiki. End of story! We are pawns of our families! They don’t treat us like their sons and daughters instead treated like we’re objects—just to get thrown away like trash! That’s why they create us for! Just to throw us away into the garbage! Because I’m not the one who is dealing with a giant robot battle conflict that’s been going for forty years! I bet anyone with a brain who’s dealing with same crap twenty-four, seven as the same as you, Tomoiya! It sucks right? (breathes heavily) RIGHT??”
Kiki gets up from her swing.
“(Kiki) We’ll talk later in school…chill out…”
Kiki walks away leaving Brent alone in the dark…
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