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[playfultyrant]

"Shut up!! Shut up!" Megatron shouts back, but instead of his continued shaking and rattling of his Wheeljack.. His arms reach around him and pull him close. "Shut up, stop looking at me like that. Stop screaming, stop resisting this existance... I can't stand to hear it."

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-That noise, which only built higher as conscious thought was swallowed up within its shadow, save for when

Wheeljack's spark spasmed again, and he clutched at his lord, optics strobing between overly bright and almost offline entirely, as

The pain didn't retreat. Save for when the pain made him scrabble at his lord. He attempted to ask a question but

what came out wasn't words.

[playfultyrant]

He falters down with Wheeljack, cradled his frame in his hug, as they're both now to the floor. "Just stop resisting, stop fighting this... You don't need anything but me." He curls around his pet and grips tighter.

"Just shut up.. Shut up..."

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Wheeljack rested a hand on his lord's chest. He had no way of knowing whether the hand had been intended to push away or to pull closer because he barely felt it at the moment, only

stabbing shooting burning throbbing

The promise of a release from the pain didn't matter because he'd already forgotten why it wasn't stopping

throbbing burning shooting stabbing and all of it rising to a fevered pitch of

He thought of Tech and of Slipstream and the pain immediately rushed into his mind, making him twitch and whine and curl into his lord

noise. His, the birds', his lord. All of it blended together until he couldn't have said where he was, or why the screams bubbling from his mouth mattered at all.