[Transformers] Once upon a time there was a machine

7.

[You can't escape, deadlock, you can't go anywhere. 】

Shut up, shut up shut up shut up! !

【You have my brand on you, you can't escape...】

Do not! ! !

His palm was in pain, and the wound that should have been repaired by the ambulance seemed to be torn apart again.He knew that this should just be part of the flashback, but the sensory reappearance was too real, as if returning to the darkest moment for him.

When he drifted into Crystal City, he was not free. He was a soldier, a spy, and he sneaked into Crystal City for a mission.In order to gain the approval of the higher-ups of Crystal City and win them over to join forces with the Decepticons, he used his own advantage-his swordsmanship.

Fei Yi, a high-level priest in Crystal City, likes to practice swords very much, and also admires fighters with superb sword skills.Challenging Wing and gaining recognition is his only chance to get close to this group.

Everything went very smoothly, quite smoothly, but it was a pity that the top management of Crystal City finally succumbed to force and did not dare to fight against the saboteur, and decided to remain neutral.Drift should have evacuated, but Fei Yi discovered the truth at this time.

He used the flying wings to deceive the priests of Crystal City and insult the dignity of the swordsmen.

The priest was quite angry, even a little mad.

Oh, it's not Flying Wing's fault.What is wrong is drifting, he should not take advantage of the most noble things in others.But regret is useless, the angry Wing made Drift remember his mistakes personally - he imprisoned, tortured, insulted, and used all the ways that could make Drift suffer deeply to remember the price of betrayal.

But Drift couldn't hate him, what could he do?It was his own doing, letting his best friend be tainted with hate.

In order to rescue Drift, the Decepticons dispatched their best fighters, but unfortunately none of them could match Wing.In the end, in order to save his companion, Drift had no choice but to kill Fei Yi and his friend who was betrayed and deceived by him.

As if right now, the feeling of the sword piercing into the machine was still in his hand; as if right now, the feeling of the same sword piercing into his palm was still in his hand.

Yes, the sword that killed Fei Yi, the sword that belonged to Fei Yi, had been pierced into his palm by Fei Yi, pinning his body to the ground.

At that time, Fei Yi said to him...

[The price of cheating me is quite serious, deadlock, I want you to always remember. 】 "NO..."

He struggled and trembled, but he couldn't escape the priest's injury and violation.There was someone calling in his heart, a person who always saved him time and time again when he was in the most danger and despair, but in the end that person didn't appear.

"Ah, you are amazing. Boy, you and your nightmares are really... delicious."

whose voice is it?

Drift tried to grab his sanity from the nightmare, but he couldn't concentrate, the continuous violation and injury of the body made him groan in pain, and he couldn't help crying.

"No, no, Feiyi! Stop, please... ah...!"

Drift cried in pain, he could not escape, nor could he stop what happened to him.After a bout of demolition he's forced to overload, and soon the thug who insulted him assaults him again, playing him as a fun game.

"Let him go, Perceptron."

The black body took a look at the hand that was pinching its own lens barrel, fingering the lens that would really break it at any time, and took a few steps back, away from the body lying on the ground.

"Well, it's just a little joke, don't mind too much, ambulance."

The ambulance glared at the perceptron viciously, and walked over to check the drifting body.Apparently Drift wasn't physically harmed, what the Perceptrons did was drugged Drift's worst memory, played it over and over in his head, and fed Drift the sensory illusion that he was being hurt all the time— —If it were ordinary people, they would have been completely destroyed long ago.The ambulance has seen several TFs who were made neurotic and vegetative by the sensor.

If he came one step later, I'm afraid Drift would be completely addicted to nightmares, at the mercy of the sensor.Of course, Perceptron will be happy to enjoy this delicious meal. This is not the first time that the bad-tempered professor has shot at the TF around him.If it wasn't for the Perceptron, Apothecary should have stayed with the Autobots instead of fleeing to the Decepticons like he had encountered a demon.

"Listen, this kid is an important friend of mine. Let me see that next time, I'll turn your deformation mode into a toy Rubik's cube, and you'll never use your microscope tube again for the rest of your life. I mean it. arrive."

Perceptron restrained his smile, stepped back a few steps and quietly disappeared into the darkness.Obviously this threat is far more terrifying than killing him.And, believe him it might not be a threat, the ambulance can really do it.

The ambulance breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he was not a combat unit, and the Perceptron had once brought down an army of Decepticons by himself.So it was the best ending to let the professor leave quietly just by intimidation.Fortunately, not far away is the bedroom of the Great Destroyer, and no TF would foolishly cause trouble around here.

However, he still had to settle the drift quickly, before the Emperor woke up and noticed that he had gone AWOL.

8.

"ambulance……?"

Drifting and confused, he turned on the optical lens, his body was neat and clean, as if everything before was just a nightmare.

He felt embarrassed, guilty, he thought he was strong enough to bear the suffering of the past and help his friend in the future, but in the end nothing changed.I still depend on the ambulance, just like I did many years ago.

"It was my negligence. Your body should be thoroughly checked. The toxin injected into your body by the sensor has been eliminated."

The ambulance used spray paint to do the final repair of the drift, which made the swordsman's body look as new as it just came off the assembly line.

"Ambulance, I..."

"Had a nightmare?"

"Yes."

"Very well, you're awake, so don't worry about the things in your dreams, those are just dreams."

"No, no...just a dream."

Drift tells the ambulance what happened, he betrayed his friend, was hated, hurt by his friend, and killed his friend.What I did wrong was myself, but I let my friend bear the price of crime and death.He felt guilty, remorseful, sad and resentful of himself.He should have been punished, but he survived despicably.He said it all, what else could he not say?Ambulance had seen his meanest, dirtiest self, and that was nothing compared to those pasts.

After hearing this, the ambulance only asked him a word.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

No matter what he did, no matter whether you forgave him or not, no matter how much hatred and regret there was in it, you liked him first and last.

"Don't forget this mood, this is enough."

Drift was stunned, and then covered his optics with both hands.

【Deadlock, I want you to always remember...】

It turned out that the answer had been right in front of us all along.Wing's desire is not revenge, or venting anger or anything.

remember me.

What he wanted to say was, remember me.

****

The Great Destroyer wasn't resting quietly like the ambulance thought.In fact, the sensitive king woke up as soon as the ambulance left.

Trust is just a relative term.The Great Destroyer doesn't trust everyone, the living TFs will always betray, and only after death can they become calm and obedient, this is a fact he knew early on.

So after meeting and saving the doctor for the first time, he tried to turn this white body with a pure inner core into a dead body, although the results were not satisfactory.

Ambulance is pretty cunning and will not be killed easily.He slipped past him, the first time he tried to catch him.

How do you say it later, is it an arrangement of fate or a self-inflicted trap?He appeared in front of him again, and once again saved his life.

It's really bold and unbelievable, which made him unable to resist asking this doctor who is not afraid of death, who doesn't even have the strength to fight, so why is he acting so fearless when facing himself?

"It's a miracle you're alive. The most incredible miracle I've ever seen."

Is it a compliment?Or a compliment?Or do you mean something else?The emperor couldn't tell the difference, but the expression of the doctor in front of him was sincere.Yes, the doctor was stunned, amazed, and fascinated by the fact that he was 'alive'.

Optimus Prime knew that his body was condensed with the breath of death; his embers were also filled with darkness and hatred.Everything that he had experienced, everything that he would never tell anyone, was preserved in some form on his body and on the embers, and the doctor saw it all.These remaining traces allow the doctor to understand the past that should not be known, and make him full of respect for the vitality and willpower of the owner of this body.

So Optimus Prime knew that this doctor liked the strong and was willing to follow the strong; obviously he was the strongest he had ever seen so far, so it was easy for him to submit to him and follow in his footsteps.

Among the Autobots, the ambulance has always been loyal to its duties, and is more trustworthy than any personal guard.

However, trust seems to have a limit.

The routine was broken, and he left the Great Destroyer without any warning. This behavior is similar to leaving his post without authorization. Well, although he has no famous words to stipulate the scope of the doctor's work, isn't it a matter of course to accompany him through the difficult night? Does he have to work?

"Pliers, follow up."

The steel pliers, a member of the tape recorder army, transformed into a small mechanical lion, silently catching up with the ambulance leaving.Soon, he came back quietly and converted everything he saw into images for the emperor to play.

"FRIEND? Heh, since I'm your friend, I must treat you well so as not to break the etiquette, don't you think so, my dear doctor."