@skyvopp ;; cont.
Skywarp sidled closer, just slightly, still wary of the larger jet, suspicious of anybot larger than him, really.
Still…. “Where’s it hurt?”
Sunstorm bared his teeth at the younger mech, less aggressive & more in pure agony than anything else. His frame was half curled & he rested on one side, wings jolted out behind him & trembling as another shot of pain tore through his sensory net. He tried to control the irradiated energies coming from his frame, keeping them close to his frame & far from the wary youngling; his frame twisting in an attempt to wriggle away.
“Pl-please don’t touch me,” he tried to snarl but it came out as a pained whine instead. “Everything hurts. But please don’t touch--will die. You will die. Just--”
He didn’t know what else to say or do; he couldn’t hurt anyone else, Starscream said he’d make the pain stop. The memories of the lab still fresh & the scientist’s--his very creator’s--words still rung in his processors. A failure but not.
“Make it stop,” slipped out before he could stop it.











