THE MEMORY OF ME; 01 | ratchet

[inferiordude]

The smile. The smile never goes away. Ratchet is always smiling, joyful, giddy.

The room is dimly lit because it's like as if the Autobots have never heard of lighting or anything like that or many they just love to rely on smelting pools for their main source of light but still. Here Soundwave is, strapped down to a berth, struggling, panicking. He wasn't doing anything, he wasn't doing anything, he's not even part of this war!

It's awful. He can't hide his screaming when he's being pried open, clamps keeping him exposed. He hears Ratchet talk, giggle, excited, remarking upon his equipment.

But oh, his face, everyone has a face and that's boring.

Soundwave's visor flashes in fear when he sees Ratchet approach with the laser scalpel.

"N-no! No, wait! Please--" Soundwave begs.

There is no hesitation or pause. Ratchet jams the laser scalpel in, digging and cutting. Soundwave screams and tries to struggle, but his helm is being clutched and he can't move as his face is violently cut around. The features and mouth components are torn off, for the most part; some lingering cables and wires are attached, but with another good yank and a splash of energon bleeding out, Ratchet removes the face.

"There we go. You're much more unique looking now," Ratchet muses happily. He turns the face in his hand to show Soundwave, who can only gurgle and squirt out energon in dismay, internally sobbing in his own mind. "You won't miss this one bit. That gaping hole is more interesting to look at! Here."

The face is tossed aside so casually. There's a squeak of metal as Ratchet brings down a mirror, forcing Soundwave to look.

Under his visor, there really is just a hole. Gaping open and wide; his throat can be seen, sputtering out energon from the grotesque surgery performed.

Soundwave is only able to emit a helpless whimper.

"You're just so lovely now," Ratchet assures with a broad smile.