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Who: Spinister and anyone who has the misfortune of dropping by the Autobot clinic
Where: The Autobot clinic!
When: Before the medics are rescued!
What: Spinister is re-arranging everything.
Warnings: You might possibly get hissed at.

The whole clinic was a bit of a mess.

An extremely tidy, perfectly cataloged mess, because Spinister was the kind of mech who liked his workspace organized down to the last teeny, tiny screw. But, well, things weren't where they used to be anymore and where they were going was still up in the air right now since he's still figuring out where everything is. It was new territory!

And a lot bigger than the cramped spaces he was normally used to, too, so he's not entirely sure what to do with all this space.

Also, the medical drone was now purple.

Feel free to come drop by and say hi to the new temporary head of the clinic. No guarantees he's going to say 'hi' back though.

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"... I'm just a prototype. I wasn't meant to live at all."

Ouch.

There's a lot of bitterness in the words, but they're the truth. The entire truth.

"Actually, if you're a prototype then you ought to have been made to reboot or shut down well," Spinister scrubs at the back of Kagerou's knees. "Otherwise, the system engineers would have had a nightmare just trying to install new software if it just resets every single time they need to shut down."

"Which probably means your systems makers are a bunch of knobs and hacks."

"What does it matter what you call it?"

Somehow, he can't make it come out angrily. Or aggressively. He just ends up sounding tired as he's shoved around by Spinister's brush. This is a conversation he's had many times in his own head. And once when it actually mattered.

"No matter what they install. If they reformat me, it's death, all the same."

"Not if you kill them first, huh?" Spinister says, grinning and patting Kagerou's shoulder. "That's how we Decepticons solved our problems! We destroyed the senate by killing all the politicians in it. I mean, it started a million other problems and Megatron started going a biiiiit power crazy, but you know, one step at a time."

"Admittedly, I think a UPS might be better in your case," he says, flicking the shower off and dumping a towel on top of Kagerou's head.

"Kill them?" He just stares at Spinister, like that never occurred to him -- outside of using the girl as a shield. That was all he'd tried. And then that stare continues. "You... kill people?"

Who is this guy even. Why is he rubbing things all over him. Should he be concerned?

"A wha--"

And then it's dark. And he goes quiet. You know, like birds do under blankets.

"Yep! Killing people is part of the whole Decepticon soldier job description," he answers cheerfully.

"And a UPS is an uninterrupted power supply. We don't exactly have a battery ready for strapping onto you yet, so you're kinda stuck on a cord until I get scramble something together."

"You up for that?" He turns back to Kagerou and stares expectantly at the towel covered figure for a moment. When the waiting inspires no answer, he reaches out and carefully pulls the towel up.

"Hello?"

"Why?"

He really doesn't understand. Not in the least. Why would it be someone's job to kill people?

But for a while, he stays quiet under the blanket. Whether he's thinking, or just feels safe under there, who can say. As the towel lifts, he peeks out, cautiously. Blinking wide-eyed at Spinister.

"Hello." A beat. "Yes. I... am."

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