#nonocere

[pharmanic]

x // @nonocere

The moment the words had left his mouth, he isn't was hit with the nausea of regret. He shouldn't have said anything. He shouldn't have come here. But he did say something, and he did come here. It's too late now.

Servos clench and he does his damndest to keep himself from shaking as he continues on. Helm still towards the ground, still refusing to look to the other mech.

"That's..." He sighs heavily. "That's not what I meant..." ( and you know it. )

[rifleseye]

@nonocere asked.

"You're in no position to start moving around yet. Lay back down. Let your body rest. Doctor's orders."

— Perceptor strains as he tries sitting up, only to be forced back down both by his own weakness and Ratchet's hand on his chest pressing him down. He huffs, both out of frustration and in pain. Seems sensenet is working again. His emulator must have burnt itself out trying to keep them overrode. How annoying.

"Ratchet?" Truthfully he was half expecting to either die in transit or wake up in some med center surrounded by unfamiliar faces. This is... a pleasant surprise, if not incredibly alarming. Ratchet was on Earth.

And then, even more alarmed, both clarity and panic begin to set in as he tries pushing himself back up. "Where's Prowl?"

[stinglikeame]

“You’ll grab me with Pharma’s little stick fingers?”

[pharmanic]

"Stop threatening other variations of me. It's embarrassing."

"Stop being a grumpy avoidant jerk in every iteration i've ever met and maybe I will."

"Theres bound to be at least ONE of you out there who likes me. Logistically, speaking."

[pharmanic]

"What did I expect??? What ever happened to "Hello" or "How have you been?" huh???"

[pharmanic]

"That's it. Get back in the box. Go on, get in there."

[pharmanic]

@nonocere asked: ✎ looks at you with my eyes

send ✎ for a handwritten letter from my character to yours

A handwritten letter that he had written in Delphi with the intention to give to Ratchet whenever (or if ever) they next saw eachother. He never did get to do so.

Ratchet,

Hello, dearie. It's been quite a while now, and I find myself thinking about you more and more as of late. Figured I'd write something out rather than forget everything I wanted to say in the time it takes till we cross paths again.

We didn't end things well. I don't know what I did, but clearly I upset you enough to have you leave without so much as a goodbye. But in my time here it has occurred to me that I cannot function without you. I need you here. I need your advice. This place wants me dead. I'm at a loss.

I know you don't feel the same. I've come to terms with that best that I can. You don't have to be with me, but please just be near me. I've pined for this long, what does it change if I pine going forward? I just want to see you. Know that you're there.

I have a very bad feeling, Ratchet. I miss you. What do I do, please just give me a solution because all of mine are used. I don't want to have to do this. I don't want to. I'm scared. I need you here and I

The note is unfinished, crumpled and left somewhere burried on his desk.

[thelastpathfinder]

"You know, Earth's a pretty good home away from home."

Your anger rises quicker than you can stifle it. You whirl around, glaring up at Ratchet. "Is that your answer? That I should just run away?" you snap. "Cybertron isn't my home. Not anymore. But I spent several million years just trying to get back, and I'll be damned if I flee with my tail between my legs because someone doesn't want me here."