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Enslavement of the Matrix

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citymech:

thelastprimehasfallen:

The Prime hummed in a sleepy way and carefully turned over to his back to not mess up the job that Tracks just did and looked at him with dimmed and tired optics. 

Tracks couldn’t help but smile to the leader tilting his helm gently. “There … You are much relaxed. Isn’t this better?” he asked, beginning work again with the hand-waxing at Optimus’ shoulders and arms.

Optimus hummed sleepily again while flicking his optics off and letting Tracks work without stopping him and vented deepily while relaxing more and more.

::Ironhide:: Optimus said in a monotonic kind of way as he commed him. He flicked his optics as he laid on the berth he had been forced to lay on for the internal scan, he felt...apathetic and numb at the current moment.


gonnaironyourhide:

thelastprimehasfallen:

gonnaironyourhide:

::O-Optimus?:: He was hesitant in responding. Almost… scared. An emotion the veteran hadn’t felt in a long, long time.


::I know:: he told him and flicked his optics, ::The wipe is settling in, making me apathetic and monotonous during the apathetic wave. I don’t know when it’ll settle, but it won’t change back:: he said and vented in, ::Shockwave did a scan, it was a custom failsafe of the council and the only way to stop it is if the council hadn’t fully finished it and have it crack enough to return or find the original schematics for the coding:: he explained the gist of what he learned. He knew that Ironhide was scared, scared because Optimus wasn’t himself. 

Truth was, Optimus was scared too, as he spoke, the part of him that wasn’t changed by the failsafe felt everything heavily and it was enough to make him shake softly and tear up at how monotonous he was and how the rest of him didn’t care about anything.

Ironhide didn’t understand half of what had just been said to him. That didn’t mean the Prime’s words hadn’t made his spark skip a pulse. ::That sounds… permanent. Primus, Optimus, don’t ya’ll got no specialist? Maybe someone that knows a thin’re two ‘bout how a processor with this kinda failsafe works?::

::I do not:: he told him then flicked his optics lightly as he teared up more at the words Ironhide spoke and how useless it was for his world. 

But….

Multiverse….

::Ironhide, do you think you can find someone who can do that?::

Tracks no long trusts anyone

trackstheautobot:

::They like it…t-they laughing…like my s-suffering….they like it…dont care i break…:: He clings to Optimus, Burying his face into his neck. “…dey dont want me…heh…dont n-need me. I…i dont need friends now…no friends. Just family…e-everybody e-else…c-can…can frag…t-themselves..hehe…”

::Shhh:: Optimus shushed softly and kissed Tracks’ helm softly and nuzzled him, not saying words and just holding him close. He let Tracks hide himself as he continued to hold him and hid him with his frame and the sheet on the berth, using it to hide both of them.

Tracks no long trusts anyone

trackstheautobot:

thelastprimehasfallen:

trackstheautobot:

Tracks looks down at his datapad. Sees how everyone ignored the fact he almost got hurt severely. He stares at the datapad, his body starts to shake as sadness overcame him.

He couldn’t trust anyone anymore. No one cared. They all wanted to see him suffer. Thats it. They ignored him cause they liked seeing him in pain. 

Tears fall down onto his datapad. Sniffling. Not even the two mechs who were trying so hard to save him cared. They ignored him and laughed. He grins a bit for a moment before letting his walls crumble. 

The walls that were keeping his emotions at bay. He screams before throwing the datapad across the room, breaking it. Picking up several other items and breaking them also. His digits bleeding as he falls to his needs sobbing loudly.

"…can’t….trust anyone…they …want me to…suffer….Dont want me anymore…they hate me"

Optimus flicked his optics as he felt Tracks’ sadness and heard the noises of items breaking. He stood up and walked to where his younger mate was and moved into the room, not looking at the damage, just his saddened and hurting mate. 

::Tracks:: he whispered before lifting the smaller mech up and carrying him out of the room, holding him close and gripping at his plating to show that he was there and wasn’t going to let go. Even in his slightly apathetic state currently with settling personality wipe he felt anger for whomever hurt Tracks. 

::I’m here:: he whispered and continued to carry him away until they were in another room, locked away from the world. 

Tracks sobs as he was picked up. He could barely tell who it was until he was in his arms. ::o-optimus…optimus…:: He couldn’t stop sobbing and crying.

He felt broken. Like he had shattered inside. His bleeding servos reach up and wrap around his neck. Track was shaking uncontrollably in his arms. Whimpering and crying as he was carried away. 

He didn’t want to leave his room with his mates anymore. He wanted to stay by them. The only happiness he’ll ever have. Its then only thing he has now. 

::not…wanted…Tracks not w-wanted by f-friends anymore…they…they left me. Laugh at me. Grin at my suffering…::

::Shhhh, think no more of them:: he told him and continued to hold him close, rock him back and forth and comforted him. He nuzzled him lightly and stroked his frame softly in a soothing and loving manner as he comforted his hurting mate.

::Ironhide:: Optimus said in a monotonic kind of way as he commed him. He flicked his optics as he laid on the berth he had been forced to lay on for the internal scan, he felt...apathetic and numb at the current moment.


gonnaironyourhide:

thelastprimehasfallen:

gonnaironyourhide:

::O-Optimus?:: He was hesitant in responding. Almost… scared. An emotion the veteran hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

::Yes:: he said in the same monotone like voice, ::It is I:: he told him. He heard the emotion in Ironhide’s voice and he just blinked.

::Don’t… don’t sound like ya.:: The war vet’s voice shook. Whether from rage at Megatron for causing this change in the Prime, or at the hatred he felt toward himself for allowing his friend’s situation to progress this far, he did not know.

::I know:: he told him and flicked his optics, ::The wipe is settling in, making me apathetic and monotonous during the apathetic wave. I don’t know when it’ll settle, but it won’t change back:: he said and vented in, ::Shockwave did a scan, it was a custom failsafe of the council and the only way to stop it is if the council hadn’t fully finished it and have it crack enough to return or find the original schematics for the coding:: he explained the gist of what he learned. He knew that Ironhide was scared, scared because Optimus wasn’t himself. 

Truth was, Optimus was scared too, as he spoke, the part of him that wasn’t changed by the failsafe felt everything heavily and it was enough to make him shake softly and tear up at how monotonous he was and how the rest of him didn’t care about anything.

Tracks no long trusts anyone

trackstheautobot:

Tracks looks down at his datapad. Sees how everyone ignored the fact he almost got hurt severely. He stares at the datapad, his body starts to shake as sadness overcame him.

He couldn’t trust anyone anymore. No one cared. They all wanted to see him suffer. Thats it. They ignored him cause they liked seeing him in pain. 

Tears fall down onto his datapad. Sniffling. Not even the two mechs who were trying so hard to save him cared. They ignored him and laughed. He grins a bit for a moment before letting his walls crumble. 

The walls that were keeping his emotions at bay. He screams before throwing the datapad across the room, breaking it. Picking up several other items and breaking them also. His digits bleeding as he falls to his needs sobbing loudly.

"…can’t….trust anyone…they …want me to…suffer….Dont want me anymore…they hate me"

Optimus flicked his optics as he felt Tracks’ sadness and heard the noises of items breaking. He stood up and walked to where his younger mate was and moved into the room, not looking at the damage, just his saddened and hurting mate. 

::Tracks:: he whispered before lifting the smaller mech up and carrying him out of the room, holding him close and gripping at his plating to show that he was there and wasn’t going to let go. Even in his slightly apathetic state currently with settling personality wipe he felt anger for whomever hurt Tracks. 

::I’m here:: he whispered and continued to carry him away until they were in another room, locked away from the world. 

::Ironhide:: Optimus said in a monotonic kind of way as he commed him. He flicked his optics as he laid on the berth he had been forced to lay on for the internal scan, he felt...apathetic and numb at the current moment.


gonnaironyourhide:

::O-Optimus?:: He was hesitant in responding. Almost… scared. An emotion the veteran hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

::Yes:: he said in the same monotone like voice, ::It is I:: he told him. He heard the emotion in Ironhide’s voice and he just blinked.

S-So Optimus is going to be blank?

Anonymous

[\qwq/ Fear not! He’ll come back…. just….not right now]

Personality wipe?! WHAT!?

Anonymous

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Failsafe

[6:21:10 PM] Optimus: [I believe that Optimus has had a lapse in who he is because of what the council did and it’s made him want to do more thing than he’s willing to admit, as a fail safe, and just submit entirely to his bondmate(s) and do what they want while unconsciously draining out who he is/has become to make me more compliant and agreeable to things, he’ll come back to himself some, but not fully]

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