Sugar, chapter 10Sugar.Sugar, chapter 10 by ArcherBlack
“There's sugar on your soul
You're like no one I know
You're the life of another world
You swallow me whole
With just a mumbled hello
And it breaks my heart to love you,
It breaks my heart to love you”– Editors “Sugar”.
Warnings: Violence, explicit language, controversial subjects.
Timing: Post season 2 finale, in my very own Beauty of the Beast Prime timeline.
Rating: M (possibly even MA).
Disclaimer: Transformers Prime © Hasbro. Story’s plot and OC’s © me. There may be some OC’s that aren’t mine – they belong to their respective creators.
“Hot sun beating down
Burning my feet just walking around
Hot sun making me sweat
Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet
I can't dance, I can't talk.
Only thing abo
TFP: Voice I never talked very much in the first place.TFP: Voice by Megan1289
I was the quiet assassin. Deadly, quick, and silent. It was my trademark.
If you didn't have a trademark, you were dead. If you weren't well known and famous, you were dead.
When I did speak, it would be to a certain few that were very close. Never in front of crowds.
My friend, your enemy, handled the crowds. He was a great speaker, back in the day. Good at inspiring people. Not out of fear. Not like you've known.
I was always beside him, towards the back, recording the speech. (Sometimes even supplying the words to him.)
I'm not nervous in front of crowds. In my world, if you broke down under pressure, you were dead. If you couldn't stand being in front of people, you were dead.
He's heard my voice. More than once. Actually, a lot of times. He was a good friend, and I trusted him.
I worked hard to keep his image clean. I was his manager- hard to believe, I know -and He needed me. He knew that.
They call me instrumen
TFP: Melodies Knockout hummed a tune as he worked.TFP: Melodies by Megan1289
It was an old tune, and he didn't quite remember where it came from. The words, long forgotten, rang in his audios just out of reach.
The melody seemed too gentle and too familiar to be anything he normally listened to. The harsh vocals of human pop music didn't fit the image. He racked his data storage, trying to find a name for this unknown song.
Then, out of nowhere, it came back to him in a memory:
"Come down and refuel, Knockout." A pleasant female voice sang in Cybertronian tongue.
"Coming, Mom!" A spunky red Cybertronian answered, slowly getting up from the datapad he was reading. He ran down the stairs leading to the dinner table.
A healthy serving of low-grade Energon was sitting on his plate. His mother and father were sitting on either side of the table. Smiling. Happy.
"Well, what took you so long?" His father asked.
"I was reading a book on anatomy. It's so fascinating! But so
TFP: Shoveling Duties "Starscream! Knockout! Get up on the flight deck!" Megatron commanded.TFP: Shoveling Duties by Megan1289
"My liege; why would I be needed on the flight deck?" Knockout came up from his bow.
"Yes, what he said." Starscream picked at his servos.
"Well my good doctor, you know more about this planet than I do!" Megatron pushed a button on the main computer, and played footage from a flight deck camera. "What is this white ash?!"
Knockout stared at the image. The flight deck was covered in at least a foot of snow. Several Vehicons were poking around in it, remarking the weirdness of it all.
"That is snow on the flight deck, my liege. It's made of ice." He explained.
"Remove it! Immediately! We must keep our flight deck operational. You as well, Starscream." Megatron turned his back, growling quietly as he removed the image from the bridge screen.
The two Decepticons looked at each other, then walked off the bridge. Starscream was furious. "Why did you tell him what it