Ep. 2 - Unpleasant Surprise - [Closed]
Nov 25, 2015 6:10:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Nov 25, 2015 6:10:44 GMT -5
Zoom-Zoom rolled his optics behind his visor. No duh. No point building a database without the actual storage set up and organised. Besides wit would give him something to do during the long hours of the night. It was literally something to do in recharge.
Or supposed to be, at least.
The minibot bit off several frustrated responses, "You don't say,' 'No fragging duh,' 'Yes, yes, I know,' and channeled his annoyance into sorting out his box a little faster. Keeping the chatter on his part to a minimum would probably be best for both of them.
A simple "okay" was all Zoom-Zoom allowed himself in response. Unfortunately, Prime didn't extend him the same courtesy of minimal conversation when he asked;
There was a loud crack in the quiet room, then the tinkle of broken glass as the items clutched in the minibot's servos shattered as he unconsciously clenched his fists. Zoom-Zoom flinched at the (unexpected) question. It ripped right through him, his head snapped up and he starred vacantly into space. Of all things that Prime could have asked-
No, no, he hadn't. Hadn't mustered the nerve to go see Red. Red Alert wasn't the problem, wasn't what was stopping him.
It all came back to the questions he'd been asking himself ever since he'd arrived in the Omega base and then presented with the tantalising temptation of the base's databanks merely a wireless signal away. He'd kept himself away because the notion that his personal quest would be over terrified him. That he could have his answers and that they might not be the ones he wanted (hoped)-
It was too much to bear.
It threatened the happy little delusions he existed in and he had no idea how he was going to cope if he was wrong.
So no, Zoom-Zoom hadn't dared to approach Red in the aftermath of putting a hole in Prime's ceiling, partly because he didn't want to be scolded by the security director for putting a hole in Prime's ceiling and mostly because he was simply straight up terrified to know the answer. Then, the MECH mission had come up shortly afterwards and that had been a definite reason to put it off. The minibot couldn't afford to be compromised then.
But that was over and done with. Now Zoom-Zoom was attempting to gather nerve to follow through.
Nerve which he clearly still lacked, given that Prime's question had rattled Zoom-Zoom straight to his core.
"No," the minibot answered hoarsely. He shook his head, blinking his optics in confusion as he took in the shattered remnants in his grasp. Zoom-Zoom placed the pieces in the discard bin and shook the little glass fragments out of his hand.
The budding enthusiasm he'd had over this whole deal about the storage room had been thoroughly extinguished, leaving a cold, lonely ache in him. He wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere and alone.
Zoom-Zoom reached for the next item in the box. His shoulders had hunched over. He picked up an intact flux capacitor but he was distracted, Zoom-Zoom gazed blankly down at the item for several long moments before comprehension set it and he shuffled it into the appropriate pile.
"Not yet."
Or supposed to be, at least.
The minibot bit off several frustrated responses, "You don't say,' 'No fragging duh,' 'Yes, yes, I know,' and channeled his annoyance into sorting out his box a little faster. Keeping the chatter on his part to a minimum would probably be best for both of them.
A simple "okay" was all Zoom-Zoom allowed himself in response. Unfortunately, Prime didn't extend him the same courtesy of minimal conversation when he asked;
"Did you find out what you needed from Red Alert?"
There was a loud crack in the quiet room, then the tinkle of broken glass as the items clutched in the minibot's servos shattered as he unconsciously clenched his fists. Zoom-Zoom flinched at the (unexpected) question. It ripped right through him, his head snapped up and he starred vacantly into space. Of all things that Prime could have asked-
No, no, he hadn't. Hadn't mustered the nerve to go see Red. Red Alert wasn't the problem, wasn't what was stopping him.
It all came back to the questions he'd been asking himself ever since he'd arrived in the Omega base and then presented with the tantalising temptation of the base's databanks merely a wireless signal away. He'd kept himself away because the notion that his personal quest would be over terrified him. That he could have his answers and that they might not be the ones he wanted (hoped)-
It was too much to bear.
It threatened the happy little delusions he existed in and he had no idea how he was going to cope if he was wrong.
So no, Zoom-Zoom hadn't dared to approach Red in the aftermath of putting a hole in Prime's ceiling, partly because he didn't want to be scolded by the security director for putting a hole in Prime's ceiling and mostly because he was simply straight up terrified to know the answer. Then, the MECH mission had come up shortly afterwards and that had been a definite reason to put it off. The minibot couldn't afford to be compromised then.
But that was over and done with. Now Zoom-Zoom was attempting to gather nerve to follow through.
Nerve which he clearly still lacked, given that Prime's question had rattled Zoom-Zoom straight to his core.
"No," the minibot answered hoarsely. He shook his head, blinking his optics in confusion as he took in the shattered remnants in his grasp. Zoom-Zoom placed the pieces in the discard bin and shook the little glass fragments out of his hand.
The budding enthusiasm he'd had over this whole deal about the storage room had been thoroughly extinguished, leaving a cold, lonely ache in him. He wanted nothing more than to be elsewhere and alone.
Zoom-Zoom reached for the next item in the box. His shoulders had hunched over. He picked up an intact flux capacitor but he was distracted, Zoom-Zoom gazed blankly down at the item for several long moments before comprehension set it and he shuffled it into the appropriate pile.
"Not yet."