Post by Thunder on Apr 4, 2017 4:10:07 GMT
The next video skipped some time later.
"Another day, another episode of the Sickly Sicarius show, you walking tumors!" Sicarius clapped, "I've realized I can't say things now. Like the universe itself is censoring me, like I don't know what those words are anymore. Like I can't say N-----------t! Okay that one I can expect, not even Hitler said that one. Well aside from that, the devil's cabbage is okay. Energon on this world's fine. Oh right, and apparently the Matrix is being passed around like Sterling in a frat party." He would laugh, then hack coughing"
"SuperKamiFranku, are you alright?"
"What do I look like, a chump?" Sicarius wiped a bit of energon from the plate that covered his optic socket. "Just gotta lay off on the grass, my dude."
Thunder laid back in the chair, "He was getting sick?"
"Not exactly. From records his bio signs were all optimal, but he wasn't feeling as well."
Thunder then postulated, looking back up the screen, "Next event."
The next one played. He looked the same, optic gold.
"Well kiddies I got something exciting for ya!" Sicarius declared, "Not ten minutes ago I got something wild! A reading from far out in the system. I teleported out there and would you look at that..." He pulled out a piece of burned circuitry. It looked less like it was blasted off, but more of looking like it was just plucked from something, "We did a couple scans and, well, it's Unicron! Not, actually him that'd be pretty G--. What? I can't say that either? Fine, I'm Gay! Okay it works now, guess the universe is politically correct. That's pretty G--" Sicarius then snarled, pulling out his dual swords and the feed cutting out as they lit up and a portal was opened.
The next segment came on immediately, a few hours later.
"Soo...universe isn't tumblr. I put up my "God Emperor Trump" poster over there and a black hole isn't opening, so myth busted. Oh right!" Sicarius took a hit from a literal patch of grass, looking to the camera, "I literally want to die. Anyways, this piece of Unicron came from outside this universe. I tracked source point to none other than Primax 015.24 Gamma! Haha! I was just there too! I dabbed and people exploded! This must be where one of the pieces of Unicron went to after he went alahu snackbar. It's radiating Tachyons from their universe, no Dark energon though. I'll log off...I got a planet of Nebulans on the outer rim I need to make an excuse for exterminating."
"A piece of Unicron from when we beat him? The Transwarp drive...it worked! If that piece of him made it here it means we won! It means my friends are okay!" Thunder was ecstatic, more than that even. Finally, the first sign of hope. Something also came to mind, "System, you still have the fragment of Unicron?"
"Of course. However it's locked within a specialized containment case built from Alternity tech. Shall I bring it out, Weeaboo457?"
Thunder shook his helm and resumed his serious tone, "No, no. Keep it safe and play the next big event."
The next clip played. Sicarius seemed more stressed, his faceplate off to show his semi-scarred face and his right bionic optic. Having more of a somber and depressed tone now.
"Hey there you failed robe stains. Uhm...unfortunately I got bad news. Well for mainly me and for you if you see this. Sooo...how do I explain this?" Sicarius cracked his knuckles, "I'm trapped. Yep. Apparently someone didn't like papa Sicarius being a God and shut the door! Some fgt named Backbeat. He's on the moon. I'd go after him but uhm...I'd die. The vibration-based dimensional waves of this universe have weakened me. I can still shoot someone like JFK in a limo, but I can't be a dank badass anymore. My teleporting's uh gone, only short lame distances, uhm...Mors and Vita can't open a black hole anymore. I can't regenerate as well, so I'm Logan but Scrapty. But...can't hear the voices in my head." He tapped his forehelm, "I can't contact the other me's, or access the infinite knowledge we all gain. Nope, no more inter-dimensional dank memes for me. Can't even open the White Noise and Niles Vanish, it's locked off, can't even keep it up...the portal that is. Old papa's still got the endurance game heheh...not like I can ever use it again. I'm just going to be a Deadpool fanboy with diabetes and the realization that we're all meaningless because a bunch of horny teenagers are making us to satisfy their sick torture fetishes. So a deadpool wannabe. So yeah. This sucks."
Thunder watched and just realized the severity of this. Sicarius couldn't escape...that's why he was feeling sick. He was becoming mortal and regulating to how he should be in this universe. Similar to what's happening to him.
"Play the next one..." Thunder's tone became less optimistic or serious, and more dreadful.
"It's ya boy, skinny sword. So not much has happened. I've visited the outside world, try and see if this universe is worth living in. It's not. Like, nothing of importance happens. Ever. I was able to visit both factions and honestly their Whirl is the best part. But they have some Go-bot tank as Prime. I mean, and people were against Magnus getting the Matrix but sure, let's just give it to this guy! All of the Autobots except for Whirl and their pet suck. All of them are medics or cliches. The Decepticons have a semi-depressed and sexually frustrated Tarn--so Tarn. They have Leonidas--I mean 'Death Wish'! Lord and people think Reaper from Overwatch was too edgy. They should obviously be winning but their leaders suck at doing anything and keeping people. Medics can kick their asses and the Autobots never do anything, and the cons never do anything! Everything just Fother Mucking sucks!! Ha, catch that? That was me swerving the universe and it's rules. Like the Renegade I am...but yeah, nothing to do except for wait for Tarn to grow some bearings like Primax 015.24 Gamma's did." Sicarius just stood up, adjusting his non-existent trousers, "Well I'm going to go drink, read some Adheago Mindbreak, and have some dank ass dreams. System, security only. Don't worry about me."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm no chump. I just hope my sons don't find their way in here. Make sure you keep broadcasting the distress signal using the fragment as a booster. I'm going to go eat some energon Ramen."
"Are there any more?"
"Yes. A majority of him losing his mind. I've had to repair this facility multiple times because he kept having mental breakdowns. And having to re-energize his spark when he overloaded on boosters."
Thunder's helm faced downwards after hearing those words.
"There's one more, to 'Disappointment' and 'Weeaboo457'. Oh sorry, that was you. It's also made out to a name I am not permitted to say out loud, but I believe it refers to his biological son."
Thunder faced the screen, "Play it."
The log was in his room, he had a highly modified shotgun, and holding a singular, pure black shell in his hands. His optics were nowhere nearly as bright as they used to be. His faceplate and optic cover seemingly ripped off. Self inflicted wounds were matching with some scatches and dents in the room. He set up the camera and had his room play a track from Pink Guy's album, "Kill yourself" as he talked.
"Howya do, sons. This is my last message to you. Don't come here. If you're already here, then do what I'm about to do and what the song I'm playing tells you to do, and kill yourself. There's no way out, and if you don't die out there, you'll die of boredom. Your words are restricted, your abilities are halved if not completely wiped out. You'll be slaughtered out there. You'll feel weird, then fine but don't believe it. You will die. To be honest, I'm scared of dying. So many years of being immortal, having one dank, amazing mind that could just switch between literally infinite bodies. Sometimes multiple at one time. Heh, Tayla always enjoyed those scenarios. Ahem, well I'm going to be blunt(something I wish I had) with you...this place sucks. And you're both Autobots. The Decepticons are going to be that kid in the back of the class who gets bullied until they arrive the next day with a trench coat, AK, and a speaker blaring Linkin Park and Black Vale Brides until he gets enough collats that they can call in a Tactical Nuke. I don't want you to go out to Shadow the Edge Hog or Tarn, or any of these other Genericons that aren't named Steve. You're going to get killed by a Steve! Anyways, Dubstep? Sorry for not raising you, child support sucked. Thunder? Sorry I accidentally got you made. Hope you enjoy the body I gave you after your old one got taken. So...I'm gonna kill myself now. Decided I didn't want anyone using my tech so I got the system to have a way to get in only you two would find out. But I don't want anyone here infecting the rest of me with their suck, so I'm going to use this handy dark matter shell to blow my fugging brains out and corrupt all of my internal mechanisms and powers."
After loading the shell, he screamed as the music got louder, optics wide with fear and anger as he placed the barrel in his mouth,
"Hey universe? Hear my words! You all are a bunch of FUGGIN NORMIES!! REEEEEE--"
The transmission cut just as the trigger was pulled.
Thunder scooted back from the console and sat there, horrified with what he just watched, and coming to the conclusion that there's no way out.
"I'm trapped here...I'm trapped here...alone."
"I suppose the correct response would be to say I'm sorry...but I don't exactly ca-"
"RAAAAAGH!!" After getting out of his chair Thunder's optics lit up bright blue, smashing his glowing blue, supercharged fist through a wall. After which he proceeded to trash the bunker.
"Weeaboo457, if you could--"
"Of all the stupid!" Thunder smashed his fist through the wall, "Asinine!" He smashed his other fist through it, "Shark-jumping bullScrap!!" Thunder would smash his helm into the wall, which only caused him to back up and drop ,holding his helm crest and feeling some energon drop down. He was trapped here, weakened, and alone.
"Are you quite done?"
"NYAAAGGH!!" Thunder would scream yet again, slamming his fist into the wall, over and over again.
"Another day, another episode of the Sickly Sicarius show, you walking tumors!" Sicarius clapped, "I've realized I can't say things now. Like the universe itself is censoring me, like I don't know what those words are anymore. Like I can't say N-----------t! Okay that one I can expect, not even Hitler said that one. Well aside from that, the devil's cabbage is okay. Energon on this world's fine. Oh right, and apparently the Matrix is being passed around like Sterling in a frat party." He would laugh, then hack coughing"
"SuperKamiFranku, are you alright?"
"What do I look like, a chump?" Sicarius wiped a bit of energon from the plate that covered his optic socket. "Just gotta lay off on the grass, my dude."
Thunder laid back in the chair, "He was getting sick?"
"Not exactly. From records his bio signs were all optimal, but he wasn't feeling as well."
Thunder then postulated, looking back up the screen, "Next event."
The next one played. He looked the same, optic gold.
"Well kiddies I got something exciting for ya!" Sicarius declared, "Not ten minutes ago I got something wild! A reading from far out in the system. I teleported out there and would you look at that..." He pulled out a piece of burned circuitry. It looked less like it was blasted off, but more of looking like it was just plucked from something, "We did a couple scans and, well, it's Unicron! Not, actually him that'd be pretty G--. What? I can't say that either? Fine, I'm Gay! Okay it works now, guess the universe is politically correct. That's pretty G--" Sicarius then snarled, pulling out his dual swords and the feed cutting out as they lit up and a portal was opened.
The next segment came on immediately, a few hours later.
"Soo...universe isn't tumblr. I put up my "God Emperor Trump" poster over there and a black hole isn't opening, so myth busted. Oh right!" Sicarius took a hit from a literal patch of grass, looking to the camera, "I literally want to die. Anyways, this piece of Unicron came from outside this universe. I tracked source point to none other than Primax 015.24 Gamma! Haha! I was just there too! I dabbed and people exploded! This must be where one of the pieces of Unicron went to after he went alahu snackbar. It's radiating Tachyons from their universe, no Dark energon though. I'll log off...I got a planet of Nebulans on the outer rim I need to make an excuse for exterminating."
"A piece of Unicron from when we beat him? The Transwarp drive...it worked! If that piece of him made it here it means we won! It means my friends are okay!" Thunder was ecstatic, more than that even. Finally, the first sign of hope. Something also came to mind, "System, you still have the fragment of Unicron?"
"Of course. However it's locked within a specialized containment case built from Alternity tech. Shall I bring it out, Weeaboo457?"
Thunder shook his helm and resumed his serious tone, "No, no. Keep it safe and play the next big event."
The next clip played. Sicarius seemed more stressed, his faceplate off to show his semi-scarred face and his right bionic optic. Having more of a somber and depressed tone now.
"Hey there you failed robe stains. Uhm...unfortunately I got bad news. Well for mainly me and for you if you see this. Sooo...how do I explain this?" Sicarius cracked his knuckles, "I'm trapped. Yep. Apparently someone didn't like papa Sicarius being a God and shut the door! Some fgt named Backbeat. He's on the moon. I'd go after him but uhm...I'd die. The vibration-based dimensional waves of this universe have weakened me. I can still shoot someone like JFK in a limo, but I can't be a dank badass anymore. My teleporting's uh gone, only short lame distances, uhm...Mors and Vita can't open a black hole anymore. I can't regenerate as well, so I'm Logan but Scrapty. But...can't hear the voices in my head." He tapped his forehelm, "I can't contact the other me's, or access the infinite knowledge we all gain. Nope, no more inter-dimensional dank memes for me. Can't even open the White Noise and Niles Vanish, it's locked off, can't even keep it up...the portal that is. Old papa's still got the endurance game heheh...not like I can ever use it again. I'm just going to be a Deadpool fanboy with diabetes and the realization that we're all meaningless because a bunch of horny teenagers are making us to satisfy their sick torture fetishes. So a deadpool wannabe. So yeah. This sucks."
Thunder watched and just realized the severity of this. Sicarius couldn't escape...that's why he was feeling sick. He was becoming mortal and regulating to how he should be in this universe. Similar to what's happening to him.
"Play the next one..." Thunder's tone became less optimistic or serious, and more dreadful.
"It's ya boy, skinny sword. So not much has happened. I've visited the outside world, try and see if this universe is worth living in. It's not. Like, nothing of importance happens. Ever. I was able to visit both factions and honestly their Whirl is the best part. But they have some Go-bot tank as Prime. I mean, and people were against Magnus getting the Matrix but sure, let's just give it to this guy! All of the Autobots except for Whirl and their pet suck. All of them are medics or cliches. The Decepticons have a semi-depressed and sexually frustrated Tarn--so Tarn. They have Leonidas--I mean 'Death Wish'! Lord and people think Reaper from Overwatch was too edgy. They should obviously be winning but their leaders suck at doing anything and keeping people. Medics can kick their asses and the Autobots never do anything, and the cons never do anything! Everything just Fother Mucking sucks!! Ha, catch that? That was me swerving the universe and it's rules. Like the Renegade I am...but yeah, nothing to do except for wait for Tarn to grow some bearings like Primax 015.24 Gamma's did." Sicarius just stood up, adjusting his non-existent trousers, "Well I'm going to go drink, read some Adheago Mindbreak, and have some dank ass dreams. System, security only. Don't worry about me."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm no chump. I just hope my sons don't find their way in here. Make sure you keep broadcasting the distress signal using the fragment as a booster. I'm going to go eat some energon Ramen."
"Are there any more?"
"Yes. A majority of him losing his mind. I've had to repair this facility multiple times because he kept having mental breakdowns. And having to re-energize his spark when he overloaded on boosters."
Thunder's helm faced downwards after hearing those words.
"There's one more, to 'Disappointment' and 'Weeaboo457'. Oh sorry, that was you. It's also made out to a name I am not permitted to say out loud, but I believe it refers to his biological son."
Thunder faced the screen, "Play it."
The log was in his room, he had a highly modified shotgun, and holding a singular, pure black shell in his hands. His optics were nowhere nearly as bright as they used to be. His faceplate and optic cover seemingly ripped off. Self inflicted wounds were matching with some scatches and dents in the room. He set up the camera and had his room play a track from Pink Guy's album, "Kill yourself" as he talked.
"Howya do, sons. This is my last message to you. Don't come here. If you're already here, then do what I'm about to do and what the song I'm playing tells you to do, and kill yourself. There's no way out, and if you don't die out there, you'll die of boredom. Your words are restricted, your abilities are halved if not completely wiped out. You'll be slaughtered out there. You'll feel weird, then fine but don't believe it. You will die. To be honest, I'm scared of dying. So many years of being immortal, having one dank, amazing mind that could just switch between literally infinite bodies. Sometimes multiple at one time. Heh, Tayla always enjoyed those scenarios. Ahem, well I'm going to be blunt(something I wish I had) with you...this place sucks. And you're both Autobots. The Decepticons are going to be that kid in the back of the class who gets bullied until they arrive the next day with a trench coat, AK, and a speaker blaring Linkin Park and Black Vale Brides until he gets enough collats that they can call in a Tactical Nuke. I don't want you to go out to Shadow the Edge Hog or Tarn, or any of these other Genericons that aren't named Steve. You're going to get killed by a Steve! Anyways, Dubstep? Sorry for not raising you, child support sucked. Thunder? Sorry I accidentally got you made. Hope you enjoy the body I gave you after your old one got taken. So...I'm gonna kill myself now. Decided I didn't want anyone using my tech so I got the system to have a way to get in only you two would find out. But I don't want anyone here infecting the rest of me with their suck, so I'm going to use this handy dark matter shell to blow my fugging brains out and corrupt all of my internal mechanisms and powers."
After loading the shell, he screamed as the music got louder, optics wide with fear and anger as he placed the barrel in his mouth,
"Hey universe? Hear my words! You all are a bunch of FUGGIN NORMIES!! REEEEEE--"
The transmission cut just as the trigger was pulled.
Thunder scooted back from the console and sat there, horrified with what he just watched, and coming to the conclusion that there's no way out.
"I'm trapped here...I'm trapped here...alone."
"I suppose the correct response would be to say I'm sorry...but I don't exactly ca-"
"RAAAAAGH!!" After getting out of his chair Thunder's optics lit up bright blue, smashing his glowing blue, supercharged fist through a wall. After which he proceeded to trash the bunker.
"Weeaboo457, if you could--"
"Of all the stupid!" Thunder smashed his fist through the wall, "Asinine!" He smashed his other fist through it, "Shark-jumping bullScrap!!" Thunder would smash his helm into the wall, which only caused him to back up and drop ,holding his helm crest and feeling some energon drop down. He was trapped here, weakened, and alone.
"Are you quite done?"
"NYAAAGGH!!" Thunder would scream yet again, slamming his fist into the wall, over and over again.