Crash Cart

[rung-official]

My helm hurts and all I can think about is Six and- and Crash Cart and Bulkhead and— This is ridiculous. Am I drunk? I’m not drunk. Ough.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Six? Rung, Six can't hurt us anymore, I scared him off, remember?

[rung-official]

I know…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Need me to come over? Maybe to help you, or just watch Crashcart until you feel better.

[rung-official]

Yes please… I think need to rest…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Alright! Also don't mind if I look a little... different, the anons got to me.

[rung-official]

The anons— …I won’t question it.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

There was Bulkhead's signature loud knock on the door before entering. "Oh boy, I hope Crashcart still recognizes me..."

[rung-official]

The door opened and Rung blinked at what she was greeted with. “Oh!” She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Stifling back a chuckle, Rung stepped aside and invited Bulkhead inside. “I’m glad you’re here, really. I think I’m…coming down with something, so I can’t take care of Crash Cart without the risk of getting her sick, too.”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, clearly a little embarrassed about the situation. "I get it. I'll go check up on her." He nervously scratched the back of his neck as he headed towards Crashcart's room.

"Sweetheart? You in here? Papa's home." He cooed.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up from what she was doing photographs sprawled out in front of her, on the floor. Her optics widened as she looked at Bulkhead, taking in the sight. She gasped, running up to him with stars in her optics.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a little chuckle, gently picking her up. "Guess you don't mind at all, do you?"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

She squealed as she was picked up, waving her arms excitedly. “Papa!!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead almost burst into tears right then and there, giving his daughter a gentle hug. "That's right, papa's here." He kissed her forehelm, a tear rolling down his cheek.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart giggled, kicking her legs. “Papa! Papa unnh!!” she gestured to the fur.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Yes sweetie, that's fur." He chuckled. "A magic wizard put a spell on me and made me fluffy!"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart let out another squeal, her smile widening. A magic wizard? That sounded awesome! And now her papa was fluffy, it was great! “Unnh, unnh, unnh!” she reached out to pet Bulkhead’s fur, feeling how soft and warm it was. “Fffffffflunnf!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Yes honey, fl-uh-ff." He slowed his talking, trying to help Crashcart pronounce it."

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

“Fffluff! Papa fluffyyyy!!” she giggled.

[rung-official]

My helm hurts and all I can think about is Six and- and Crash Cart and Bulkhead and— This is ridiculous. Am I drunk? I’m not drunk. Ough.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Six? Rung, Six can't hurt us anymore, I scared him off, remember?

[rung-official]

I know…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Need me to come over? Maybe to help you, or just watch Crashcart until you feel better.

[rung-official]

Yes please… I think need to rest…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Alright! Also don't mind if I look a little... different, the anons got to me.

[rung-official]

The anons— …I won’t question it.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

There was Bulkhead's signature loud knock on the door before entering. "Oh boy, I hope Crashcart still recognizes me..."

[rung-official]

The door opened and Rung blinked at what she was greeted with. “Oh!” She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Stifling back a chuckle, Rung stepped aside and invited Bulkhead inside. “I’m glad you’re here, really. I think I’m…coming down with something, so I can’t take care of Crash Cart without the risk of getting her sick, too.”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, clearly a little embarrassed about the situation. "I get it. I'll go check up on her." He nervously scratched the back of his neck as he headed towards Crashcart's room.

"Sweetheart? You in here? Papa's home." He cooed.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up from what she was doing photographs sprawled out in front of her, on the floor. Her optics widened as she looked at Bulkhead, taking in the sight. She gasped, running up to him with stars in her optics.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a little chuckle, gently picking her up. "Guess you don't mind at all, do you?"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

She squealed as she was picked up, waving her arms excitedly. “Papa!!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead almost burst into tears right then and there, giving his daughter a gentle hug. "That's right, papa's here." He kissed her forehelm, a tear rolling down his cheek.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart giggled, kicking her legs. “Papa! Papa unnh!!” she gestured to the fur.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Yes sweetie, that's fur." He chuckled. "A magic wizard put a spell on me and made me fluffy!"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart let out another squeal, her smile widening. A magic wizard? That sounded awesome! And now her papa was fluffy, it was great! “Unnh, unnh, unnh!” she reached out to pet Bulkhead’s fur, feeling how soft and warm it was. “Fffffffflunnf!”

[rung-official]

My helm hurts and all I can think about is Six and- and Crash Cart and Bulkhead and— This is ridiculous. Am I drunk? I’m not drunk. Ough.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Six? Rung, Six can't hurt us anymore, I scared him off, remember?

[rung-official]

I know…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Need me to come over? Maybe to help you, or just watch Crashcart until you feel better.

[rung-official]

Yes please… I think need to rest…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Alright! Also don't mind if I look a little... different, the anons got to me.

[rung-official]

The anons— …I won’t question it.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

There was Bulkhead's signature loud knock on the door before entering. "Oh boy, I hope Crashcart still recognizes me..."

[rung-official]

The door opened and Rung blinked at what she was greeted with. “Oh!” She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Stifling back a chuckle, Rung stepped aside and invited Bulkhead inside. “I’m glad you’re here, really. I think I’m…coming down with something, so I can’t take care of Crash Cart without the risk of getting her sick, too.”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, clearly a little embarrassed about the situation. "I get it. I'll go check up on her." He nervously scratched the back of his neck as he headed towards Crashcart's room.

"Sweetheart? You in here? Papa's home." He cooed.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up from what she was doing photographs sprawled out in front of her, on the floor. Her optics widened as she looked at Bulkhead, taking in the sight. She gasped, running up to him with stars in her optics.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a little chuckle, gently picking her up. "Guess you don't mind at all, do you?"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

She squealed as she was picked up, waving her arms excitedly. “Papa!!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead almost burst into tears right then and there, giving his daughter a gentle hug. "That's right, papa's here." He kissed her forehelm, a tear rolling down his cheek.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart giggled, kicking her legs. “Papa! Papa unnh!!” she gestured to the fur.

[rung-official]

My helm hurts and all I can think about is Six and- and Crash Cart and Bulkhead and— This is ridiculous. Am I drunk? I’m not drunk. Ough.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Six? Rung, Six can't hurt us anymore, I scared him off, remember?

[rung-official]

I know…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Need me to come over? Maybe to help you, or just watch Crashcart until you feel better.

[rung-official]

Yes please… I think need to rest…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Alright! Also don't mind if I look a little... different, the anons got to me.

[rung-official]

The anons— …I won’t question it.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

There was Bulkhead's signature loud knock on the door before entering. "Oh boy, I hope Crashcart still recognizes me..."

[rung-official]

The door opened and Rung blinked at what she was greeted with. “Oh!” She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Stifling back a chuckle, Rung stepped aside and invited Bulkhead inside. “I’m glad you’re here, really. I think I’m…coming down with something, so I can’t take care of Crash Cart without the risk of getting her sick, too.”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, clearly a little embarrassed about the situation. "I get it. I'll go check up on her." He nervously scratched the back of his neck as he headed towards Crashcart's room.

"Sweetheart? You in here? Papa's home." He cooed.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up from what she was doing photographs sprawled out in front of her, on the floor. Her optics widened as she looked at Bulkhead, taking in the sight. She gasped, running up to him with stars in her optics.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a little chuckle, gently picking her up. "Guess you don't mind at all, do you?"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

She squealed as she was picked up, waving her arms excitedly. “Papa!!”

[rung-official]

My helm hurts and all I can think about is Six and- and Crash Cart and Bulkhead and— This is ridiculous. Am I drunk? I’m not drunk. Ough.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Six? Rung, Six can't hurt us anymore, I scared him off, remember?

[rung-official]

I know…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Need me to come over? Maybe to help you, or just watch Crashcart until you feel better.

[rung-official]

Yes please… I think need to rest…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Alright! Also don't mind if I look a little... different, the anons got to me.

[rung-official]

The anons— …I won’t question it.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

There was Bulkhead's signature loud knock on the door before entering. "Oh boy, I hope Crashcart still recognizes me..."

[rung-official]

The door opened and Rung blinked at what she was greeted with. “Oh!” She certainly wasn’t expecting that. Stifling back a chuckle, Rung stepped aside and invited Bulkhead inside. “I’m glad you’re here, really. I think I’m…coming down with something, so I can’t take care of Crash Cart without the risk of getting her sick, too.”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, clearly a little embarrassed about the situation. "I get it. I'll go check up on her." He nervously scratched the back of his neck as he headed towards Crashcart's room.

"Sweetheart? You in here? Papa's home." He cooed.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up from what she was doing photographs sprawled out in front of her, on the floor. Her optics widened as she looked at Bulkhead, taking in the sight. She gasped, running up to him with stars in her optics.

[ratchet-offical]

There was loud knock on the door late at night.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

Come in!

*is the muffled response from the other side*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead opened the door, he a huge open wound on his right shoulder, his servo covered in energon, and a little sparkling in his other arm, softly hiccuping and curled up against him.

There's was something off about Bulkhead, something in his optics and the way he didn't look at Ratchet, his bloodied servo twitching nervously.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowned as he dropped what he was doing, and rushed to Bulkhead’s side*

What the slag happened here?!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He visibly tensed, bracing his arms protectively around his kid before just as quickly relaxing with a tired sigh.

"Shhh! He quietly but sternly responded. "Be quiet, or you're gonna scare the baby!"

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet glanced down at the kid, before looking back up at Bulkhead and nodding. He gestured for the bigger bot to follow him as he walked back to where he’d been before, and pointed at a medberth*

Sit there. And then tell me what happened.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He wordlessly followed, sitting down on the berth. "Do you have something to clean my servo off?" He softly spoke, holding up his bloodied servo.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet brandished a cloth he had already pulled out, then carefully grabbed Bulkhead’s servo and started wiping it down while also inspecting it*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His servo wasn't injured at all, none of that energon was his, and the tiny flakes of plating stuck in between his digits joints proved that.

Bulkhead didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk about it, at least not with his daughter able to listen in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet meticulously cleaned until there was practically no sign that anything had been there in the first place, then straightened*

Bulkhead, I need to know what happened. I have to be able to help.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead stared at his servo a moment before shifting his hold on Crashcart, showing her to Ratchet. "At least check on her first."

(Crashcart is played by my friend @theadventuresofcrashcart)

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet carefully looks @theadventuresofcrashcart over, searching her for injuries*

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart was fine aside from some dents and scratches. She leaned back against Bulkhead, squirming as Ratchet looked her over.

[ratchet-offical]

*When Ratchet was done, he pulled an energon goody from his subspace (keeping it hidden behind his back for the moment), and looked at @technitian-bulkhead-official *

Do you mind if I give her a treat?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Despite how tired he looked, Bulkhead gave a soft smile and nodded.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet pulled the energon goody out, and offered it to @theadventuresofcrashcart *

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, turning her helm away. “Mm-mm!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead chuckled watching her refusal. "She's just like her Baba." He gave her a little smooch on the helm.

( @ratchet-offical )

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet chuckled, and put the treat away*

Well, alright then.

Now, do you mind telling me what happened? And if you’re hurt at all?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His smile disappeared, replaced with a smaller fake one, trying to not worry Crashcart. "Is there somewhere I can place her, so we can talk privately?" He stood up, wincing as the blast wound on his shoulder leaked more energon.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded towards one of the multiple private rooms*

You can put her in there. Flatline goes in that one when I need to put him somewhere that’s not my chassis. It’s sparkling-proof, and has plenty of toys and colorful books.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded setting Crashcart down on, kneeling down and handing her a little animal plushie from his sub-space. "Papa need to go get patched up, you'll be safe in here until we're done, if you need anything just knock on the door, okay honey?" He softly spoke.

( @theadventuresofcrashcart )

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, burying her faceplate in the plush as she held it close. She let out a little “mm-hm…”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He gave her one last kiss on the forehead before leaving. "I'll be back soon." He reassured.

Going back to the medical berth, he looked tired and scared now thay he wasn't putting on a brave face for his daughter, his digits twitching again.

( @ratchet-offical )

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gently rested his servo on Bulkhead’s uninjured shoulder, keeping the touch light incase he wanted to get away from it*

It’s okay now. We’ll get you fixed up.

I’ll start on your shoulder, and you can tell me what happened. Or, just where you’re in pain.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, sitting down on the berth. "It's just the shoulder, I didn't get injured anywhere else." He quietly spoke.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded, and began cleaning the wound*

How are feeling? Mentally, I mean.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead was quiet for a long moment, staring down at his twitching claw, he remembered the feeling of metal giving way and the gush of energon that came after.

"I killed someone."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded, but kept quiet, continuing to work on his shoulder*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"He- he wouldn't stop trying to hurt Rung, he had been trying to talk to Crashcart, he was trying to tear apart my family. He tried to kidnap Crashcart, but I caught him and I just- I couldn't let him get away again, I just couldn't..."

He twitched and stuttered, questioning his own morality. "He was easier to kill then I thought, for someone who was a tyrant for so many years..."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet paused, and looked at Bulkhead*

I don’t know exactly what to tell you. I’ve been a war medic for so long, death is something I saw on the daily.

It doesn’t get easier. Taking a life? That sits with you.

As it should. Taking away the light from someone’s optics should never be an easy decision.

But sometimes, it’s the only decision.

If this was a story, I’d tell you that everything was going to be alright, and you’d forget this in a month. But this is real, and you might have nightmares for the rest of your existence.

I can’t tell you what’s right or wrong. I’m not Primus. Some-bots will tell you that you were justified. Others will say that no matter what he did, you should have taken him alive and brought him to trial.

But none of them are you. Only you will ever know all of the exact details that brought you to the decision you made. And only you can come to accept, and forgive yourself if that’s what you need.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He was silent a moment. "I didn't want him to hurt my family anymore."

His servos clenched, trembling with anger. "He took my baby, he could have hurt her."

[ratchet-offical]

Well, then in my personal opinion, you did good.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a sigh, releasing that anger. "I'm not going to tell anyone else about what happened, I don't want Rung to worry about that monster anymore, she doesn't need to know what I did to keep our family safe."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded*

That’s your right. I think you should talk to someone else, though. Someone who’s licensed to help you.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He shook his head. "Can't, I know the only two therapists you recommend, Rung is the creator of my kid, and Sounders is my bar buddy."

[ratchet-offical]

Well, we’ve been getting in influx of new universe bots, maybe one of them can help?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Maybe." He muttered, checking his bandaged shoulder. "But for now, this stays between you and me."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nods*

Of course. Nothing leaves this medbay.

Now, as long as you weren’t lying, you should be good to go.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Thank you, Ratchet, you are a great friend." He gave Ratchet a soft smile, turning to go pick up his daughter.

[ratchet-offical]

Of course.

*Ratchet smiled back, then started cleaning up*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead left the room, peeking through the private door to see what Crashcart was up to.

( @theadventuresofcrashcart )

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up, still clinging to the plushie. She looked drained, tired, and not just physically.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He gently opened the door. "Hey sweetie," He cooed, kneeling down and holding his arms out towards Crashcart. "You ready to go home?"

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

“Mhm…” Crash Cart hummed quietly, offering a small nod as she reached up for Bulkhead to pick up.

[ratchet-offical]

There was loud knock on the door late at night.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

Come in!

*is the muffled response from the other side*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead opened the door, he a huge open wound on his right shoulder, his servo covered in energon, and a little sparkling in his other arm, softly hiccuping and curled up against him.

There's was something off about Bulkhead, something in his optics and the way he didn't look at Ratchet, his bloodied servo twitching nervously.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowned as he dropped what he was doing, and rushed to Bulkhead’s side*

What the slag happened here?!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He visibly tensed, bracing his arms protectively around his kid before just as quickly relaxing with a tired sigh.

"Shhh! He quietly but sternly responded. "Be quiet, or you're gonna scare the baby!"

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet glanced down at the kid, before looking back up at Bulkhead and nodding. He gestured for the bigger bot to follow him as he walked back to where he’d been before, and pointed at a medberth*

Sit there. And then tell me what happened.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He wordlessly followed, sitting down on the berth. "Do you have something to clean my servo off?" He softly spoke, holding up his bloodied servo.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet brandished a cloth he had already pulled out, then carefully grabbed Bulkhead’s servo and started wiping it down while also inspecting it*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His servo wasn't injured at all, none of that energon was his, and the tiny flakes of plating stuck in between his digits joints proved that.

Bulkhead didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk about it, at least not with his daughter able to listen in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet meticulously cleaned until there was practically no sign that anything had been there in the first place, then straightened*

Bulkhead, I need to know what happened. I have to be able to help.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead stared at his servo a moment before shifting his hold on Crashcart, showing her to Ratchet. "At least check on her first."

(Crashcart is played by my friend @theadventuresofcrashcart)

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet carefully looks @theadventuresofcrashcart over, searching her for injuries*

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart was fine aside from some dents and scratches. She leaned back against Bulkhead, squirming as Ratchet looked her over.

[ratchet-offical]

*When Ratchet was done, he pulled an energon goody from his subspace (keeping it hidden behind his back for the moment), and looked at @technitian-bulkhead-official *

Do you mind if I give her a treat?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Despite how tired he looked, Bulkhead gave a soft smile and nodded.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet pulled the energon goody out, and offered it to @theadventuresofcrashcart *

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, turning her helm away. “Mm-mm!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead chuckled watching her refusal. "She's just like her Baba." He gave her a little smooch on the helm.

( @ratchet-offical )

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet chuckled, and put the treat away*

Well, alright then.

Now, do you mind telling me what happened? And if you’re hurt at all?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His smile disappeared, replaced with a smaller fake one, trying to not worry Crashcart. "Is there somewhere I can place her, so we can talk privately?" He stood up, wincing as the blast wound on his shoulder leaked more energon.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded towards one of the multiple private rooms*

You can put her in there. Flatline goes in that one when I need to put him somewhere that’s not my chassis. It’s sparkling-proof, and has plenty of toys and colorful books.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded setting Crashcart down on, kneeling down and handing her a little animal plushie from his sub-space. "Papa need to go get patched up, you'll be safe in here until we're done, if you need anything just knock on the door, okay honey?" He softly spoke.

( @theadventuresofcrashcart )

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, burying her faceplate in the plush as she held it close. She let out a little “mm-hm…”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He gave her one last kiss on the forehead before leaving. "I'll be back soon." He reassured.

Going back to the medical berth, he looked tired and scared now thay he wasn't putting on a brave face for his daughter, his digits twitching again.

( @ratchet-offical )

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet gently rested his servo on Bulkhead’s uninjured shoulder, keeping the touch light incase he wanted to get away from it*

It’s okay now. We’ll get you fixed up.

I’ll start on your shoulder, and you can tell me what happened. Or, just where you’re in pain.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded, sitting down on the berth. "It's just the shoulder, I didn't get injured anywhere else." He quietly spoke.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded, and began cleaning the wound*

How are feeling? Mentally, I mean.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead was quiet for a long moment, staring down at his twitching claw, he remembered the feeling of metal giving way and the gush of energon that came after.

"I killed someone."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded, but kept quiet, continuing to work on his shoulder*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"He- he wouldn't stop trying to hurt Rung, he had been trying to talk to Crashcart, he was trying to tear apart my family. He tried to kidnap Crashcart, but I caught him and I just- I couldn't let him get away again, I just couldn't..."

He twitched and stuttered, questioning his own morality. "He was easier to kill then I thought, for someone who was a tyrant for so many years..."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet paused, and looked at Bulkhead*

I don’t know exactly what to tell you. I’ve been a war medic for so long, death is something I saw on the daily.

It doesn’t get easier. Taking a life? That sits with you.

As it should. Taking away the light from someone’s optics should never be an easy decision.

But sometimes, it’s the only decision.

If this was a story, I’d tell you that everything was going to be alright, and you’d forget this in a month. But this is real, and you might have nightmares for the rest of your existence.

I can’t tell you what’s right or wrong. I’m not Primus. Some-bots will tell you that you were justified. Others will say that no matter what he did, you should have taken him alive and brought him to trial.

But none of them are you. Only you will ever know all of the exact details that brought you to the decision you made. And only you can come to accept, and forgive yourself if that’s what you need.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He was silent a moment. "I didn't want him to hurt my family anymore."

His servos clenched, trembling with anger. "He took my baby, he could have hurt her."

[ratchet-offical]

Well, then in my personal opinion, you did good.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a sigh, releasing that anger. "I'm not going to tell anyone else about what happened, I don't want Rung to worry about that monster anymore, she doesn't need to know what I did to keep our family safe."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded*

That’s your right. I think you should talk to someone else, though. Someone who’s licensed to help you.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He shook his head. "Can't, I know the only two therapists you recommend, Rung is the creator of my kid, and Sounders is my bar buddy."

[ratchet-offical]

Well, we’ve been getting in influx of new universe bots, maybe one of them can help?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Maybe." He muttered, checking his bandaged shoulder. "But for now, this stays between you and me."

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nods*

Of course. Nothing leaves this medbay.

Now, as long as you weren’t lying, you should be good to go.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"Thank you, Ratchet, you are a great friend." He gave Ratchet a soft smile, turning to go pick up his daughter.

[ratchet-offical]

Of course.

*Ratchet smiled back, then started cleaning up*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead left the room, peeking through the private door to see what Crashcart was up to.

( @theadventuresofcrashcart )

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart looked up, still clinging to the plushie. She looked drained, tired, and not just physically.

[ratchet-offical]

There was loud knock on the door late at night.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

Come in!

*is the muffled response from the other side*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead opened the door, he a huge open wound on his right shoulder, his servo covered in energon, and a little sparkling in his other arm, softly hiccuping and curled up against him.

There's was something off about Bulkhead, something in his optics and the way he didn't look at Ratchet, his bloodied servo twitching nervously.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowned as he dropped what he was doing, and rushed to Bulkhead’s side*

What the slag happened here?!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He visibly tensed, bracing his arms protectively around his kid before just as quickly relaxing with a tired sigh.

"Shhh! He quietly but sternly responded. "Be quiet, or you're gonna scare the baby!"

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet glanced down at the kid, before looking back up at Bulkhead and nodding. He gestured for the bigger bot to follow him as he walked back to where he’d been before, and pointed at a medberth*

Sit there. And then tell me what happened.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He wordlessly followed, sitting down on the berth. "Do you have something to clean my servo off?" He softly spoke, holding up his bloodied servo.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet brandished a cloth he had already pulled out, then carefully grabbed Bulkhead’s servo and started wiping it down while also inspecting it*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His servo wasn't injured at all, none of that energon was his, and the tiny flakes of plating stuck in between his digits joints proved that.

Bulkhead didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk about it, at least not with his daughter able to listen in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet meticulously cleaned until there was practically no sign that anything had been there in the first place, then straightened*

Bulkhead, I need to know what happened. I have to be able to help.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead stared at his servo a moment before shifting his hold on Crashcart, showing her to Ratchet. "At least check on her first."

(Crashcart is played by my friend @theadventuresofcrashcart)

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet carefully looks @theadventuresofcrashcart over, searching her for injuries*

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart was fine aside from some dents and scratches. She leaned back against Bulkhead, squirming as Ratchet looked her over.

[ratchet-offical]

*When Ratchet was done, he pulled an energon goody from his subspace (keeping it hidden behind his back for the moment), and looked at @technitian-bulkhead-official *

Do you mind if I give her a treat?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Despite how tired he looked, Bulkhead gave a soft smile and nodded.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet pulled the energon goody out, and offered it to @theadventuresofcrashcart *

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, turning her helm away. “Mm-mm!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead chuckled watching her refusal. "She's just like her Baba." He gave her a little smooch on the helm.

( @ratchet-offical )

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet chuckled, and put the treat away*

Well, alright then.

Now, do you mind telling me what happened? And if you’re hurt at all?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His smile disappeared, replaced with a smaller fake one, trying to not worry Crashcart. "Is there somewhere I can place her, so we can talk privately?" He stood up, wincing as the blast wound on his shoulder leaked more energon.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet nodded towards one of the multiple private rooms*

You can put her in there. Flatline goes in that one when I need to put him somewhere that’s not my chassis. It’s sparkling-proof, and has plenty of toys and colorful books.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He nodded setting Crashcart down on, kneeling down and handing her a little animal plushie from his sub-space. "Papa need to go get patched up, you'll be safe in here until we're done, if you need anything just knock on the door, okay honey?" He softly spoke.

( @theadventuresofcrashcart )

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, burying her faceplate in the plush as she held it close. She let out a little “mm-hm…”

[ratchet-offical]

There was loud knock on the door late at night.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

Come in!

*is the muffled response from the other side*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead opened the door, he a huge open wound on his right shoulder, his servo covered in energon, and a little sparkling in his other arm, softly hiccuping and curled up against him.

There's was something off about Bulkhead, something in his optics and the way he didn't look at Ratchet, his bloodied servo twitching nervously.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowned as he dropped what he was doing, and rushed to Bulkhead’s side*

What the slag happened here?!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He visibly tensed, bracing his arms protectively around his kid before just as quickly relaxing with a tired sigh.

"Shhh! He quietly but sternly responded. "Be quiet, or you're gonna scare the baby!"

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet glanced down at the kid, before looking back up at Bulkhead and nodding. He gestured for the bigger bot to follow him as he walked back to where he’d been before, and pointed at a medberth*

Sit there. And then tell me what happened.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He wordlessly followed, sitting down on the berth. "Do you have something to clean my servo off?" He softly spoke, holding up his bloodied servo.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet brandished a cloth he had already pulled out, then carefully grabbed Bulkhead’s servo and started wiping it down while also inspecting it*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His servo wasn't injured at all, none of that energon was his, and the tiny flakes of plating stuck in between his digits joints proved that.

Bulkhead didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk about it, at least not with his daughter able to listen in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet meticulously cleaned until there was practically no sign that anything had been there in the first place, then straightened*

Bulkhead, I need to know what happened. I have to be able to help.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead stared at his servo a moment before shifting his hold on Crashcart, showing her to Ratchet. "At least check on her first."

(Crashcart is played by my friend @theadventuresofcrashcart)

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet carefully looks @theadventuresofcrashcart over, searching her for injuries*

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart was fine aside from some dents and scratches. She leaned back against Bulkhead, squirming as Ratchet looked her over.

[ratchet-offical]

*When Ratchet was done, he pulled an energon goody from his subspace (keeping it hidden behind his back for the moment), and looked at @technitian-bulkhead-official *

Do you mind if I give her a treat?

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Despite how tired he looked, Bulkhead gave a soft smile and nodded.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet pulled the energon goody out, and offered it to @theadventuresofcrashcart *

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart whined, turning her helm away. “Mm-mm!”

[ratchet-offical]

There was loud knock on the door late at night.

- @technitian-bulkhead-official

Come in!

*is the muffled response from the other side*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead opened the door, he a huge open wound on his right shoulder, his servo covered in energon, and a little sparkling in his other arm, softly hiccuping and curled up against him.

There's was something off about Bulkhead, something in his optics and the way he didn't look at Ratchet, his bloodied servo twitching nervously.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet frowned as he dropped what he was doing, and rushed to Bulkhead’s side*

What the slag happened here?!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He visibly tensed, bracing his arms protectively around his kid before just as quickly relaxing with a tired sigh.

"Shhh! He quietly but sternly responded. "Be quiet, or you're gonna scare the baby!"

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet glanced down at the kid, before looking back up at Bulkhead and nodding. He gestured for the bigger bot to follow him as he walked back to where he’d been before, and pointed at a medberth*

Sit there. And then tell me what happened.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He wordlessly followed, sitting down on the berth. "Do you have something to clean my servo off?" He softly spoke, holding up his bloodied servo.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet brandished a cloth he had already pulled out, then carefully grabbed Bulkhead’s servo and started wiping it down while also inspecting it*

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

His servo wasn't injured at all, none of that energon was his, and the tiny flakes of plating stuck in between his digits joints proved that.

Bulkhead didn't say a word, he didn't want to talk about it, at least not with his daughter able to listen in.

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet meticulously cleaned until there was practically no sign that anything had been there in the first place, then straightened*

Bulkhead, I need to know what happened. I have to be able to help.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead stared at his servo a moment before shifting his hold on Crashcart, showing her to Ratchet. "At least check on her first."

(Crashcart is played by my friend @theadventuresofcrashcart)

[ratchet-offical]

*Ratchet carefully looks @theadventuresofcrashcart over, searching her for injuries*

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart was fine aside from some dents and scratches. She leaned back against Bulkhead, squirming as Ratchet looked her over.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Private RP between @technitian-bulkhead-official @theadventuresofcrashcart and @six-of-twelve-functionists

This RP contains child kidnapping and (not child) murder

Rung was...distracted. And Crash Cart? Well, she was bored out of her mind. She still had the camera she stole, so why not go take some photos? She took the camera headed out. The city itself was boring, but there were so many colourful bots she could get photos of! Getting in the elevator, she couldn’t help but bounce in anticipation. She wondered if she could collect a full rainbow of different frames and put them up somewhere on display.

“Oh, going down?” Someone in the elevator with her observed as she pressed the button for the ground floor. “All on your own?” he inquired, and Crash Cart nodded in response, holding her camera up for the mech to see. “Ahh… A little photographer, are we?” She held the camera up towards the mech, waving it a little. “Ah, you want to take a photo of me? Well, of course! Who am I to deny such a talented little spark?” The figure took a step back, allowing Crash Cart the room to get a good angle. She held the camera up to her faceplate, peeking through with a single optic and squinting the other shut. Once she was finally ready—

Click!

It took a moment, but a photograph would eventually slip out of the camera. Nothing appeared to be on it, but that was all and well. Crash Cart took the photo and shook it as the elevator continued to descend, airing it out til the colours bled through. “Ah!” the mech pointed out. “There, it’s showing.” The mech in the photo was a dark orange frame with… an oddly shaped head. Crash Cart paused. She hadn’t quite taken a moment to think about it, but yeah! It was weird looking! Looked like the thing in Rung’s backpack!

“Oh, that?” That mech spoke, snapping Crash Cart out of her thoughts. “It’s a Matrix. Is it familiar?” She nodded slowly, optics glancing at the emergency call button. “It should be,” the mech suddenly stepped in front of the elevator panel, blocking the call button. “Considering your creator made it.” Crash Cart let out a gasp, dropping her camera of which Six-Of-Twelve promptly crushed under his pede. “Hello Crash Cart.”

The first thing Six-Of-Twelve noticed was Crash Cart’s lack of a voice. She screamed and thrashed against him as he cornered and picked her up, but not once did she cry for help or saving. No calling out for “mama” or “baba” or whatever she calls Rung. Nothing. Just a lot of crying and screaming and thrashing around. Six-Of-Twelve figured that if she couldn’t use her words to cry out for help, her cries would look like nothing more than a sparkling having a temper tantrum to passerby’s.

And he was right. Six-Of-Twelve was able to carry Crash Cart out into the streets without interference, leaving behind that crushed camera and photograph. He didn’t care. Some janitor would probably find it and throw it away.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

It had been a long day working at the lab, and Bulkhead couldn't wait to go home and see his daughter, he had been missing her all a day, but when he reached the apartment building, something felt off.

As he stepped inside the elevator, something crunched beneath his pede, peices of a broken camera. He kneeled down to get a closer look, picking up the flipped over photograph. His spark sank, realizing what happened.

He rushed out of the elevator, looking around for his now missing daughter. "Crashcart!" He yelled out, hoping she was still close by.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Crash Cart continued to scream and cry as Six-Of-Twelve carried her through the streets, though her voice was beginning to tire out. “I for one am glad sparklings are no more where I am from. You things are terribly loud and impudent.” He held her up to his shoulder, rubbing her back in a poor attempt to console her, though his attempts only served to send a shiver through her frame. “Be quiet, won’t you?” he stopped, looking around. “Where was that rift…?”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead raced through the city, remembering the path he took not so long ago when saving Rung, heading straight towards the rift to Rung's dimension.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

“Hm. It’s smaller than it was before.” Six-Of-Twelve observed, stepping through. “Not a problem. It can close for good for all I care. If Rung will not come home willingly, taking his sparkling will certainly encourage him. He’d tear a hole in the universe to get you back, I’m sure.”

He traveled through the other Cybertron’s streets, which were rather empty and dark in comparison. Very few bots left their homes unless necessary or for work. There weren’t any bright lights or pretty sights. It was dark and dull. The Functionist Council was abolished (all except for Six-Of-Twelve), but things were still bleak in their absence. Recovery was a slow, strenuous process for the Cybertronians of this universe, and not everyone wanted to move onto better things. Some mechs, much like Six-Of-Twelve, wanted to keep to the Functionist way of living.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

A loud engine roared behind him, Bulkhead transformed and rushed towards him with an angry roar. "YOU." He growled.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve spun around. He was expecting Rung, not— “No, not you!” A flash of electric light surged from Six-Of-Twelve’s Matrix helm, shooting out at Bulkhead. “You and that blue mech are always getting in the way. It’s a nuisance!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

The blast hit him in his right shoulder, creating an open wound, but Bulkhead didn't let that stop him. "Give me back my daughter." He growled.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve’s grip on Crash Cart tightened, causing her to let out another cry. But instead of striking Bulkhead again, the mech suddenly turned and ran. “Damn it! How was I meant to know this thing was yours!?”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a growl and charged forward, preparing his wrecking ball.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

"Don't be rash," Six-Of-Twelve called out as he ran, looking over his shoulder back at Bulkhead. "You'll do more harm than good with that thing! You wouldn't just be hitting me with it! Or have you forgotten about the sparkling I’m carrying?"

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He didn't give an answer, reaching his spare servo out to grab Six-of-Twelve, or to rip off his arms to get Crashcart. "Give me my baby!" He yelled out again.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

There was a distinct SNAP as one of Six-Of-Twelve's arms was ripped from its socket, snapping tearing apart. He collapsed with a gasp, nearly crushing a still sobbing Crash Cart beneath himself.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead reached down and pulled him off of Crashcart, picking her up and holding her against his uninjured shoulder, he could let her see this.

"You won't hurt my family ever again." He snarled pressing his open servo against Six-of-Twelve's helm, slowly adding more and more pressure.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

“What are you doing? Get off of me!” With the servo he had left, Six-Of-Twelve scrambled to pry Bulkhead’s servo off his helm. “GET OFF OF ME!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead didn't give a response, he just stared back at the helm under his servo, applying more of his weight onto it. The was a cracking noise, than another, his digits beginning to touch the pavement. Nothing Six-of-Twelve would say would stop him, not until he went quiet.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve squirmed and writhed beneath Bulkhead’s servo, pleading desperately for release between screams of agony as he felt his helm crushing and splintering apart.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead didn't listen, he just kept going, the cracking becoming louder until his helm popped with one final, disgusting squelch.

He stood back up, looking at his energon-stained servo before going to comfort Crashcart. "Shhh, it's okay sweetheart, he won't hurt us anymore." He cooed turning away so Crashcart couldn't see the body.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart cried—heaved—into Bulkhead’s shoulder, her whole frame trembling as she clung desperately to him.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead held her close, making sure to not get any energon on her. "I know sugar, I know, you're safe with me now." He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead.

He walked away from the scene, he didn't want to be caught here, especially not with his baby.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart wanted to cry that she didn’t know it was Six-Of-Twelve—that she was so sorry despite not even knowing what she was sorry for—but the words died in her vocalizer. They always did. So she kept sobbing.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Private RP between @technitian-bulkhead-official @theadventuresofcrashcart and @six-of-twelve-functionists

This RP contains child kidnapping and (not child) murder

Rung was...distracted. And Crash Cart? Well, she was bored out of her mind. She still had the camera she stole, so why not go take some photos? She took the camera headed out. The city itself was boring, but there were so many colourful bots she could get photos of! Getting in the elevator, she couldn’t help but bounce in anticipation. She wondered if she could collect a full rainbow of different frames and put them up somewhere on display.

“Oh, going down?” Someone in the elevator with her observed as she pressed the button for the ground floor. “All on your own?” he inquired, and Crash Cart nodded in response, holding her camera up for the mech to see. “Ahh… A little photographer, are we?” She held the camera up towards the mech, waving it a little. “Ah, you want to take a photo of me? Well, of course! Who am I to deny such a talented little spark?” The figure took a step back, allowing Crash Cart the room to get a good angle. She held the camera up to her faceplate, peeking through with a single optic and squinting the other shut. Once she was finally ready—

Click!

It took a moment, but a photograph would eventually slip out of the camera. Nothing appeared to be on it, but that was all and well. Crash Cart took the photo and shook it as the elevator continued to descend, airing it out til the colours bled through. “Ah!” the mech pointed out. “There, it’s showing.” The mech in the photo was a dark orange frame with… an oddly shaped head. Crash Cart paused. She hadn’t quite taken a moment to think about it, but yeah! It was weird looking! Looked like the thing in Rung’s backpack!

“Oh, that?” That mech spoke, snapping Crash Cart out of her thoughts. “It’s a Matrix. Is it familiar?” She nodded slowly, optics glancing at the emergency call button. “It should be,” the mech suddenly stepped in front of the elevator panel, blocking the call button. “Considering your creator made it.” Crash Cart let out a gasp, dropping her camera of which Six-Of-Twelve promptly crushed under his pede. “Hello Crash Cart.”

The first thing Six-Of-Twelve noticed was Crash Cart’s lack of a voice. She screamed and thrashed against him as he cornered and picked her up, but not once did she cry for help or saving. No calling out for “mama” or “baba” or whatever she calls Rung. Nothing. Just a lot of crying and screaming and thrashing around. Six-Of-Twelve figured that if she couldn’t use her words to cry out for help, her cries would look like nothing more than a sparkling having a temper tantrum to passerby’s.

And he was right. Six-Of-Twelve was able to carry Crash Cart out into the streets without interference, leaving behind that crushed camera and photograph. He didn’t care. Some janitor would probably find it and throw it away.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

It had been a long day working at the lab, and Bulkhead couldn't wait to go home and see his daughter, he had been missing her all a day, but when he reached the apartment building, something felt off.

As he stepped inside the elevator, something crunched beneath his pede, peices of a broken camera. He kneeled down to get a closer look, picking up the flipped over photograph. His spark sank, realizing what happened.

He rushed out of the elevator, looking around for his now missing daughter. "Crashcart!" He yelled out, hoping she was still close by.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Crash Cart continued to scream and cry as Six-Of-Twelve carried her through the streets, though her voice was beginning to tire out. “I for one am glad sparklings are no more where I am from. You things are terribly loud and impudent.” He held her up to his shoulder, rubbing her back in a poor attempt to console her, though his attempts only served to send a shiver through her frame. “Be quiet, won’t you?” he stopped, looking around. “Where was that rift…?”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead raced through the city, remembering the path he took not so long ago when saving Rung, heading straight towards the rift to Rung's dimension.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

“Hm. It’s smaller than it was before.” Six-Of-Twelve observed, stepping through. “Not a problem. It can close for good for all I care. If Rung will not come home willingly, taking his sparkling will certainly encourage him. He’d tear a hole in the universe to get you back, I’m sure.”

He traveled through the other Cybertron’s streets, which were rather empty and dark in comparison. Very few bots left their homes unless necessary or for work. There weren’t any bright lights or pretty sights. It was dark and dull. The Functionist Council was abolished (all except for Six-Of-Twelve), but things were still bleak in their absence. Recovery was a slow, strenuous process for the Cybertronians of this universe, and not everyone wanted to move onto better things. Some mechs, much like Six-Of-Twelve, wanted to keep to the Functionist way of living.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

A loud engine roared behind him, Bulkhead transformed and rushed towards him with an angry roar. "YOU." He growled.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve spun around. He was expecting Rung, not— “No, not you!” A flash of electric light surged from Six-Of-Twelve’s Matrix helm, shooting out at Bulkhead. “You and that blue mech are always getting in the way. It’s a nuisance!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

The blast hit him in his right shoulder, creating an open wound, but Bulkhead didn't let that stop him. "Give me back my daughter." He growled.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve’s grip on Crash Cart tightened, causing her to let out another cry. But instead of striking Bulkhead again, the mech suddenly turned and ran. “Damn it! How was I meant to know this thing was yours!?”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He let out a growl and charged forward, preparing his wrecking ball.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

"Don't be rash," Six-Of-Twelve called out as he ran, looking over his shoulder back at Bulkhead. "You'll do more harm than good with that thing! You wouldn't just be hitting me with it! Or have you forgotten about the sparkling I’m carrying?"

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

He didn't give an answer, reaching his spare servo out to grab Six-of-Twelve, or to rip off his arms to get Crashcart. "Give me my baby!" He yelled out again.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

There was a distinct SNAP as one of Six-Of-Twelve's arms was ripped from its socket, snapping tearing apart. He collapsed with a gasp, nearly crushing a still sobbing Crash Cart beneath himself.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead reached down and pulled him off of Crashcart, picking her up and holding her against his uninjured shoulder, he could let her see this.

"You won't hurt my family ever again." He snarled pressing his open servo against Six-of-Twelve's helm, slowly adding more and more pressure.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

“What are you doing? Get off of me!” With the servo he had left, Six-Of-Twelve scrambled to pry Bulkhead’s servo off his helm. “GET OFF OF ME!”

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead didn't give a response, he just stared back at the helm under his servo, applying more of his weight onto it. The was a cracking noise, than another, his digits beginning to touch the pavement. Nothing Six-of-Twelve would say would stop him, not until he went quiet.

[six-of-twelve-functionists]

Six-Of-Twelve squirmed and writhed beneath Bulkhead’s servo, pleading desperately for release between screams of agony as he felt his helm crushing and splintering apart.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Bulkhead didn't listen, he just kept going, the cracking becoming louder until his helm popped with one final, disgusting squelch.

He stood back up, looking at his energon-stained servo before going to comfort Crashcart. "Shhh, it's okay sweetheart, he won't hurt us anymore." He cooed turning away so Crashcart couldn't see the body.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart cried—heaved—into Bulkhead’s shoulder, her whole frame trembling as she clung desperately to him.

[tommysrpstuffiguess]

Yeah. No disrespect, but please DNI with/unfollow/whatever my blogs if you interact with astarmustburn-official or their other RP blogs. Cool? Cool.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Private RP between @technitian-bulkhead-official @theadventuresofcrashcart and @six-of-twelve-functionists

This RP contains child kidnapping and (not child) murder

Rung was...distracted. And Crash Cart? Well, she was bored out of her mind. She still had the camera she stole, so why not go take some photos? She took the camera headed out. The city itself was boring, but there were so many colourful bots she could get photos of! Getting in the elevator, she couldn’t help but bounce in anticipation. She wondered if she could collect a full rainbow of different frames and put them up somewhere on display.

“Oh, going down?” Someone in the elevator with her observed as she pressed the button for the ground floor. “All on your own?” he inquired, and Crash Cart nodded in response, holding her camera up for the mech to see. “Ahh… A little photographer, are we?” She held the camera up towards the mech, waving it a little. “Ah, you want to take a photo of me? Well, of course! Who am I to deny such a talented little spark?” The figure took a step back, allowing Crash Cart the room to get a good angle. She held the camera up to her faceplate, peeking through with a single optic and squinting the other shut. Once she was finally ready—

Click!

It took a moment, but a photograph would eventually slip out of the camera. Nothing appeared to be on it, but that was all and well. Crash Cart took the photo and shook it as the elevator continued to descend, airing it out til the colours bled through. “Ah!” the mech pointed out. “There, it’s showing.” The mech in the photo was a dark orange frame with… an oddly shaped head. Crash Cart paused. She hadn’t quite taken a moment to think about it, but yeah! It was weird looking! Looked like the thing in Rung’s backpack!

“Oh, that?” That mech spoke, snapping Crash Cart out of her thoughts. “It’s a Matrix. Is it familiar?” She nodded slowly, optics glancing at the emergency call button. “It should be,” the mech suddenly stepped in front of the elevator panel, blocking the call button. “Considering your creator made it.” Crash Cart let out a gasp, dropping her camera of which Six-Of-Twelve promptly crushed under his pede. “Hello Crash Cart.”

The first thing Six-Of-Twelve noticed was Crash Cart’s lack of a voice. She screamed and thrashed against him as he cornered and picked her up, but not once did she cry for help or saving. No calling out for “mama” or “baba” or whatever she calls Rung. Nothing. Just a lot of crying and screaming and thrashing around. Six-Of-Twelve figured that if she couldn’t use her words to cry out for help, her cries would look like nothing more than a sparkling having a temper tantrum to passerby’s.

And he was right. Six-Of-Twelve was able to carry Crash Cart out into the streets without interference, leaving behind that crushed camera and photograph. He didn’t care. Some janitor would probably find it and throw it away.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Papa, what’s a minibot? Mr. Twelve said I was a minibot.

- @theadventuresofcrashcart

Sweetheart, don't talk to him, that mech is dangerous, he could seriously hurt you.

That fucking vermin is dead when I get my servos on him

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? But he said… Okay… I’m sorry.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Oh no honey, it's okay don't apologize.

I'm just worried because he's not a nice Mech, he's said and done many mean things, could you tell me what he told you?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

He said I’m pe… pecu… I’m a liar? I dunno… ‘cause he said minibots are useless, but I have a use—I help abba—so I’m… whatever the word was. He also said he’s like me, he helps abba, too!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I see...

Hun, I need to be honest with you. You shouldn't trust Six-of-Twelve, he's a liar, who just believes he's a good guy. Your uncle, Bumblebee, is a minibot, and he's not useless, right?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? WAH!? I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!!! THAT’S SO COOL! YEAH, YEAH! HE’S SUPER COOL!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Mhm, and Six thinks all minibots are useless and shouldn't exist. That people like your uncle shouldn't exist.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Oh. That’s—

…

I don’t wanna talk to Mr. Twelve anymore…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Hm, we can do something else then, want me to come pick you up so we can play with some toys together?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Yes yesyes!!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I'll be there in just a moment, just pack the toys to want to bring to my apartment.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Okay okayokay okay!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Just a few moments later, a knock sounded through the door before it opened. "Hi sweetie!" Bulkhead smiled.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart jumped around, unable to contain her excitement as she squealed. In her arms was a box of fidgets, magnets, and other toys she’d packed up. She stopped jumping around when she saw Bulkhead and ran up to him.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

"There's my girl!" He instantly picked her up, giving her a big smooch on her forehead.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart giggled, kicking her pedes as Bulkhead picked her up. “Ah, ah, ah!!” She made a noise, gesturing to the box, as though to say she had everything she needed ready to go. She seemed so proud of herself, too, all packed up and ready to spend time with her father. She got ready all on her own.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Papa, what’s a minibot? Mr. Twelve said I was a minibot.

- @theadventuresofcrashcart

Sweetheart, don't talk to him, that mech is dangerous, he could seriously hurt you.

That fucking vermin is dead when I get my servos on him

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? But he said… Okay… I’m sorry.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Oh no honey, it's okay don't apologize.

I'm just worried because he's not a nice Mech, he's said and done many mean things, could you tell me what he told you?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

He said I’m pe… pecu… I’m a liar? I dunno… ‘cause he said minibots are useless, but I have a use—I help abba—so I’m… whatever the word was. He also said he’s like me, he helps abba, too!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I see...

Hun, I need to be honest with you. You shouldn't trust Six-of-Twelve, he's a liar, who just believes he's a good guy. Your uncle, Bumblebee, is a minibot, and he's not useless, right?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? WAH!? I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!!! THAT’S SO COOL! YEAH, YEAH! HE’S SUPER COOL!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Mhm, and Six thinks all minibots are useless and shouldn't exist. That people like your uncle shouldn't exist.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Oh. That’s—

…

I don’t wanna talk to Mr. Twelve anymore…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Hm, we can do something else then, want me to come pick you up so we can play with some toys together?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Yes yesyes!!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I'll be there in just a moment, just pack the toys to want to bring to my apartment.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Okay okayokay okay!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Just a few moments later, a knock sounded through the door before it opened. "Hi sweetie!" Bulkhead smiled.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Crash Cart jumped around, unable to contain her excitement as she squealed. In her arms was a box of fidgets, magnets, and other toys she’d packed up. She stopped jumping around when she saw Bulkhead and ran up to him.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Papa, what’s a minibot? Mr. Twelve said I was a minibot.

- @theadventuresofcrashcart

Sweetheart, don't talk to him, that mech is dangerous, he could seriously hurt you.

That fucking vermin is dead when I get my servos on him

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? But he said… Okay… I’m sorry.

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Oh no honey, it's okay don't apologize.

I'm just worried because he's not a nice Mech, he's said and done many mean things, could you tell me what he told you?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

He said I’m pe… pecu… I’m a liar? I dunno… ‘cause he said minibots are useless, but I have a use—I help abba—so I’m… whatever the word was. He also said he’s like me, he helps abba, too!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I see...

Hun, I need to be honest with you. You shouldn't trust Six-of-Twelve, he's a liar, who just believes he's a good guy. Your uncle, Bumblebee, is a minibot, and he's not useless, right?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Huh? WAH!? I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!!! THAT’S SO COOL! YEAH, YEAH! HE’S SUPER COOL!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Mhm, and Six thinks all minibots are useless and shouldn't exist. That people like your uncle shouldn't exist.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Oh. That’s—

…

I don’t wanna talk to Mr. Twelve anymore…

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

Hm, we can do something else then, want me to come pick you up so we can play with some toys together?

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Yes yesyes!!!

[technitian-bulkhead-official]

I'll be there in just a moment, just pack the toys to want to bring to my apartment.

[theadventuresofcrashcart]

Okay okayokay okay!!