{hey, you remember that TLOU x bone gang post i told you about? lost my hyperfixation and i felt i wasn't writing it up to some... perceived level of quality. so: here's what i wanted to happen.}
{bonecrusher gets scratched by a freshly infected patchwork, whom was under the effects of a newly discovered "zombie plague". this leads to twelve years of skipped time, and a grumpy bonecrusher that works with his old ex, flamewar. they meet up with rocketjumper, shenanigans ensue, nebula is found to be immune to the plague... let me split this up.}
{there. so basically, bonecrusher, nebula, flamewar and rocketjumper head to a hospital across the country that works with cybertronians, and bonecrusher - separated from his partners - saves nebula from dying in the name of a cure to the plague.}
{this is where part two comes in. bonecrusher gets kneecapped, and all of his partners try to save him; all of them dying one by one, to another 'they've taken everything from me' character: TFP!Arcee. over time, part 2's story takes place. oh, one more thing.}
{this post is where my story deviates from the story of TLOU 2. the decepticons have taken everything away from arcee. the autobots - arcee's - have taken everything away from bonecrusher. here, where they're both in a dimly-lit room, with arcee tied up in a chair and bonecrusher wielding his shotgun and some fresh hate... like the good old days... they converse. ...to a point, at least.}
{and trust me. i'm upholding the quality this time.}
[now... let's get to it.]
[Arcee awaken- wait. sorry. TFP!Arcee awakens in a chair, in some dimly lit room and a tight rope wrapped around her upper arms. She scans the area: a fenced off room to her right with shelves of equipment, two tables of different equipment out of arm's reach, and busting open a door to her front with his foot, a hatred-filled bonecrusher.]
[bonecrusher locks the door behind him, turning to arcee.]
[All she can see of bonecrusher is the red of his eyes.]
Arcee: ...Alright. Chunk out whatever monologue you've got prepared and get this over with.
BC: [...he stares at her thighs. never a mech of eye contact, he was.] i don't have the sanity or sensibility left for a monologue. here i stand, staring down the executioner of three of my best teammates, vulnerable yet victorious. i'm sure you think that i'm pissed off because you won -- that's further from the case than i'd feel comfortable putting it, frankly.
BC: [loading a shell:] no. you orchestrated the nuclear destruction of my base seven years back. you were the one to pin down each and every one of my teammates' locations and execute them. you guaranteed that the future of the cybertronians would be in vain. you executed my wife in front of my very eyes.
BC: [loading a second shell:] you deserve no forgiveness.
BC: [loading a third shell:] you and your allegiance stalk my cranium.
BC: [loading a fourth shell:] you caused so.
BC: [fifth shell:] many.
BC: [sixth shell:] problems.
BC: [seventh shell:] for me and my teammates.
BC: [eighth shell:] hell, i'm convinced you put optimus on the news just so he could lie about the plague.
BC: [ninth shell:] the plague you engineered to win the war.
BC: [tenth shell; the gun's loaded:] that ended in peace just twenty years ago.
BC: a war that you had no part in aside from that bitch airachnid.
BC: [taking out a fold-up chair and putting his shotgun away:] so why, if you have a moral compass, did you decide to do that? huh? release a plague upon the world? was it for fun? revenge? let me tell you, hate and revenge do not mix well. and let me inform you that this is not about revenge.
BC: [taking a seat:] this is not about vengeance. this? it's about hate. pure, unrivaled, brutal, unforgiving hate.
BC: i know about your past, and i'm sure you know of mine. so tell me why you deserve to be spared, arcee, because i sure as hell don't see a reason.
Arcee: [Frankly... she can't. Aside from the engineering of the plague.] The Autobots didn't engineer the plague, Bonecrusher, you'd have to interrogate Tarn in regards to that. Everything else? Spot-on. I'm impressed, really.
Arcee: [Leaning back in her seat:] For such a big, dumb brute, you managed to wrestle out any - every - reason I had to find and kill your Bone Gang. To be fair with you, before the outbreak started, Flamewar found out where I lived. Decided to live with her for a couple of months. That lasted for about six years, around the 4th anniversary of the outbreak.
Arcee: [Sitting straight:] Look, I'm gonna be honest, she's way too energetic for me. I broke it off, and moved somewhere else. Flamewar, apparently, didn't like that idea. So: she found out where I moved to, and killed the bot I shacked up with. I was gonna marry her.
Arcee: And about your base getting destroyed, that was all Prime's fault. Not mine, though, that was your Prime's fault. He got too drunk around the missile panel. Not my fault.
Arcee: Neither was the plague - again, talk to Tarn about that. Remind me, am I forgetting anything?
BC: [his hate is converting to rage, ever so slowly.] why did you kill rocketjumper?
Arcee: Oh, easy. My first conjunx, right? Couple thousand years ago, we were both sitting on the beach in the Sea of Rust. Some asshat in a starship comes flying by and DEVASTATES him with the wing! Turns out, I learn a year later that the asshat who was driving the starship was YOUR asshat wife! Drunk, too. Can you believe that?
BC: so... what, some stale beef with my wife?
BC: [a little more rage piling up:] are you fucking pulling my leg?
Arcee: Hey, might as well. Not like I have much more time - you'll surely see to that, right? You and your disgusting team of freaks. All you Decepticons've done is take, take, take. I d-
BC: [sudden outburst:] YOU TOOK EVERYTHING I'VE EVER CHERISHED AWAY FROM ME OVER THE COURSE OF THIRTEEN YEARS!! ALL I'VE TAKEN WAS THAT PIECE OF SHIT YOU CALLED A LEADER!!! WHAT MAKES YOU THINK YOU HAVE ANY SAY IN WHAT HAPPENS NOW?!?!
[Arcee is taken aback. Not sure why. Probably didn't expect that.]
BC: YOU KILLED MY FUCKING WIFE. INFRONT OF MY VERY EYES. BECAUSE OF SOME THOUSAND-YEAR-OLD BEEF.
BC: YOU SLAUGHTERED MY TEAMMATES FOR FUN.
BC: AND I'M GOING TO MAKE SURE YOU LIVE TO REGRET EVERY WAKING SECOND OF YOUR RAPIDLY-SHRINKING LIFE.
Arcee: Hey- Bonecrusher, we can talk about this! I-I didn-
BC: AND I'M GOING TO START BY HAVING YOU INFECTED.
[bonecrusher launches out of the chair, unlocking the door and leaving for a bit.]
[Well, shit.]
[Arcee scans th-]
[bonecrusher comes back faster than expected with an infected vehicon, shoving it at arcee.]
[it chomps down on arcee's neck, taking some meat with it for sustenance. bonecrusher rips it off of arcee's neck, breaking its neck and throwing it back out the way it was thrust in. he then locks the door.]
Arcee: Ow, god damnit... Was that real-
[bonecrusher fires off the shotgun next to arcee's head.]
Arcee: Okay... okay, not up for words right now. I get that. Honestly, I do. Just... hear me out.
BC: i'm done with hearing people out. especially you. now i hope you die with some illusionary sense of dignity, like the pathetic excuse for an autobot you are. oh- and one more thing. footmuncher asked me to do something for him in regards to you.
Arcee: ...and what was that?
[bonecrusher digs his claw into arcee's crotch, tearing out her genitalia.]
[Arcee writhes in agony. As one would when getting their genitals ripped out.]
BC: he told me to remind you that he had a crush on you. this is revenge on his behalf.
[bonecrusher tosses arcee's genitals onto the tables off to arcee's left.]
BC: you deserve that, and much more. frankly, what i'm having happen to you is insufficient punishment.
Arcee: ...w-
BC: now this room will act as your prison cell. you, and the disgusting shell you're going to become when the plague takes your frail body away from you. so you can watch yourself rust away.
BC: THAT still wouldn't be enough. i'm sure megatron or tarn or whatever legendary asshole would have something much worse in store for you.
BC: frankly, i don't care what you deserve. this is what you're getting.
Arcee: Wait-
BC: rust in hell - where you belong - and tell the gang i said hi.
[with that, bonecrusher exits the dimly-lit room, and locks the door behind him.]
[Arcee continues to writhe in pain, seeing no other way out of this fresh hell laid out for her.]
[Oh, you thought we were done? Hold on.]
[three months later, after the husk of arcee has been fully infected by the Plague, bonecrusher pops back in.]
BC: oh yeah, i forgot you were here. ugly little thing, aren't you?
"Arcee": [It roars at Bonecrusher.]
BC: nice frame you got there.
[without skipping a beat, bonecrusher whips out his shotgun, unloading an entire magazine into the husk's frame: nine to center mass, and one to the neck.]
BC: would be a shame if something happened to it.
[and with that, he leaves for the final time. he meets back with blackberry.]
A!RJ!BC: So...
BC: ...yeah.
A!RJ!BC: You want me to...?
BC: please.
[Blackberry takes Bonecrusher's claw in his own, walking him to some off-screen destination.]
{alright. you can leave me alone now.}