[ Everything moves sideways for a moment, and Quick feels like he's going to hurl. He shudders at the touch, the words, revulsion in his chest, and that seems to make it all the more likely- But he's too woozy still to even bare his teeth at his new master.
Leashed. But not tamed. But for now, he hurt too much to express it.
Probably a good thing.
He moves, slowly. Every time he does his vision spins, dizziness threatening to drown him. But Quickman is stubborn, so stubborn. He flips himself over to his hands and knees at first, though the movement makes him gasp with new errors. Then, slowly, nearly stumbling into falling over again... He stands. Everything's too long. His legs quake like a baby deer's, unsure of their new lengths. He's... Taller? The surface of that betraying hand is too far away compared to what it should be.
It makes him nearly sick.
He can taste the ash of his would-be home on his teeth again, mixing with the copper and aluminum. ]
[ He wants to SCREAM at him. Managable? MANAGABLE? This time, this time he bares his teeth (it's all he can allow himself), but says nothing. Even he knew not to bite Wily's hand when it had been around his throat.
He didn't ask for this. He asked for a friend to help him forget.
This monster was not his friend.
But the leash tugs tight and no matter how much he wants to posture and be the threat he is, Quick knows what he can and cannot do. He has a new master. He has a new collar. And now Megatron could do whatever the hell he wanted. ]
Fine. [ There was no other answer he could give. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:27 pm (UTC)Leashed. But not tamed. But for now, he hurt too much to express it.
Probably a good thing.
He moves, slowly. Every time he does his vision spins, dizziness threatening to drown him. But Quickman is stubborn, so stubborn. He flips himself over to his hands and knees at first, though the movement makes him gasp with new errors. Then, slowly, nearly stumbling into falling over again... He stands. Everything's too long. His legs quake like a baby deer's, unsure of their new lengths. He's... Taller? The surface of that betraying hand is too far away compared to what it should be.
It makes him nearly sick.
He can taste the ash of his would-be home on his teeth again, mixing with the copper and aluminum. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:33 pm (UTC)You are stronger, faster, bigger.
I did not change the core, I did not remove everything. I wanted you to be manageable, to exist to the left of yourself.
Do you understand now, Quick. You asked. I delivered. And you will help me in exchange.
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:39 pm (UTC)He didn't ask for this. He asked for a friend to help him forget.
This monster was not his friend.
But the leash tugs tight and no matter how much he wants to posture and be the threat he is, Quick knows what he can and cannot do. He has a new master. He has a new collar. And now Megatron could do whatever the hell he wanted. ]
Fine. [ There was no other answer he could give. ]
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Date: 2024-01-13 03:46 pm (UTC)And you will not be alone for long.