⏳💫Switch A Loop: Talking to Loop after Talking to The King!💫⏳
Context: “Memory of Loss” post!
*Isabeau was back at the Favor Tree…
*Hunched over on Dormont's ground.
*He feels like he wants to throw up…
*…
*He stands up and slowly walked to towards it, crossing his arms.
*Just a few moments later, Oldie came rushing to the foot of the tree and yelled.
Odile: LOOP. OUT. NOW.
*Isabeau grip tightened at the side of his shoulders.
Isabeau: We just want to talk... Please?
*There was a pause for a moment, and then a bright light under the tree. Loop wasn't looking at them, instead choosing to floor.
Loop: I told you that something bad would happen if you did that...
Odile: No, something bad happening would just have the King kill us. What happened in that loop was MUCH worse...
Loop: Then why are you yelling at me!? It's not my fault! I didn't know that king would kill them!
*Isabeau flinched at that line. Odile pressed in the middle of her temple, trying her best to keep her boiling anger aside.
Odile: But you told us that you would know what would happen in these loops, suddenly you didn't think of the possibility that something could happen to Bonniface?
Loop: I thought that it would be DIFFERENT! That YOU would be smart enough to make sure that wouldn't happen to them! That you do the SMART thing and let the Traveler be the one to-
*Isabeau snapped. He groaned at Loop, startling Odile and Loop.
Isabeau: Change, Is that LITERALLY all you can say? "Aw" That sucks! Maybe if Siffrin was the one who did this, blah blah blah blah blah-!" Like, that wouldn't change anything! We would be just as upset if it was Siffrin!
*Loop clenches their fist, but he didn't care.
Isabeau: Look, I get it. You seem to have some irrational hatred towards Sif. Let's agree to disagree, but that gives you no right to badmouth him or joke about him to us! He is our friend!Besides, he couldn't have known that would-
Loop: Yes he should have.
Isabeau: Hey, I wasn't finished-!
Loop: WELL, YOU DON'T GET TO FINISH!
*Loop jumps off the Favor Tree, and run straight up to Isabeau. Wow, they're a lot smaller than he expected.
Loop: YOU DON'T GET TO LECTURE ME ABOUT HOW I TALK ABOUT THE TRAVELER! IRRATIONAL HATRED? HA! IF YOU KNEW WHAT I KNEW, I BET YOU-!
Mirabelle: Guys!
*Everyone turned to see both Mirabelle and Bonnie staring at them. Mirabelle was holding Bonnie's sunhat for them.
*Bonnie slowly walks up to Loop, who anger seemingly dissipates when the sight of them.
Bonnie: Please... Please don't be mad at Frin... It was my idea to have him talk to the king. I tripped while trying to runaway. If anything, I'm the one that messed it all up..
Isabeau: Bonnie...
* Surprisingly, Loop knees down to Bonnie and gently holds their tiny hands.
Loop: No, No... It's no one's fault. Not you or your Traveler's... It just... Brought up some unpleasant old memories... It's a me problem, don't worry.
*It was silent for a while... The Loop spoke.
Loop: [Congrats, Everyone! You got "Memory of Loss"! Unfortunately, you will never forget this! With this memory, your Traveler will be able to read books from their country! Oh, but be careful! It's best if we leave the past behind. You won't want to worry your forgetful little friend, now would we?]
* Loop pauses for a moment, and looks Bonnie in their eyes.
Loop:.. I'm sorry, Bonnie...
*Just like that, Loop stands up and goes back to the Favor Tree. The others slowly go back to the Clock Tower.
*Isa was thinking about Loop still, weirdly about how short they were! He guessed he never really considered it, since Loop always at sat in the Favor Tree. And just now, they said Bonnie's name after almost never saying any of theirs.
*And their eye's!
*They.
*Were.
*Just.
*Like.
*...
* Maybe…
*…
* He should talk to Odile about it, first…
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12 for the number of letters in that/whatwooshkai
Chase's frame is a well-oiled machine. It is a uniform, it is a tool for justice, it is nothing more than what he needs it to be to do his job.
And that would be the total and complete truth, if it weren't for these Primus-damned finials.
He has attempted to implement emotion-supressing protocols to stop them from moving so damn much, but he wasn't so good at it that he could hide the coding from medibots, who would immediately delete it upon finding it, despite Chase's protests.
"It will make me better at my job," he had tried. "A field should be kept close and professional, finials should be the same!"
They'd just laughed at him, and laughed harder when his finials pinned back.
Finials aren't rare on Cybertron, but they continue to be an object of fascination regardless. Many times bots would have no qualms about reaching out and touching and groping his finials, just to see them flick and twitch, because leave me alone, those are sensitive- which just encouraged them more.
"You're uptight," Blades had drawled, leaning over the top of his bunk to look down at him. "Try to stop reacting. They just want to see you vulnerable."
Chase's finials had pinned back, flicking when he noticed Blades' optics tracking the movement. "I do not understand."
Blades sighed heavily, dropping down onto his chassis. "You and me both."
Despite the strange end to that conversation, Chase had tried his best to follow the advice. But the finials seem to have a mind of their own, and he doesn't even notice most of the time when they move on their own accord.
At least on Earth it's been better. His rescue bots have known him for so long they're not fascinated by his finials, and the humans don't seem to notice them half the time.
He's still not fond of them. They take away from his professional image and he can't control them.
And then, what a surprise, Heatwave makes it worse.
They had been sitting on the couch. Heatwave was splayed across Chase's lap, drawing, while Chase balanced the datapad he was reading on Heatwave's windshield.
It had been a Cybertronian essay on the mechanimals that found themselves populating solely large cities, a truly fascinating subject he hadn't gotten around to reading about yet.
So by the time he noticed, it was too late.
Heatwave had his digits on Chase's finial, rubbing gentle circles up and down. Instead of an electric jolt and a horrible feeling of wrong, a strange calm comes over him, and an involuntary purr begins to rise from his engine. He slumps forward, leaning on Heatwave, who coos mockingly.
"Look at that," he says with a triumphant grin, putting down his stylus to rub the other finial, and the purring gets louder. Chase tries to push his frustration through his field, but content flows out instead, making Heatwave's grin grow bigger. "Chase-y's got an off switch!"
Chase glares at him, but he knows it comes off as pathetic with the way Heatwave laughs at him.
Stupid fucking finials.
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