[Video] [Memory Leak]

[robotfightclub]

[The video opens up as an angle shot, shooting a good view of Sprocket on the floor coloring with crayons like a five year old. It's quite a feat considering he has no fingers. Arcee can just barely be seen relaxing behind him, lounging on her couch in her apartment. Both of them seem unaware that the feed was turned on, so that can only mean one thing.]

I think I'm gonna draw my future house...

Knock your socks off. [Arcee swings herself up and looks as though she's about ready to leave the room.] I need to get a drink. Want me to grab anything while I'm up?

Juice box~

[Yeah, he sings that. And before he can say anything else, the video changes to static and starts broadcasting, well... a whole bunch of other things. Obviously not taking place in Tokyo, it has more to do with those robot things people may have seen before with these other leaking videos. This one's blue this time! And a lady! Sounding just like that lady before who was getting juice boxes. Of course, she doesn't sound so calm and cool in these flashbacks. There's a lot of screaming and spiders and loud noises and screaming. Really, nothing is very pleasant about it.

But wait, there's more! Just when you think that little tidbit is over and done with, more images begin to flash. Again, more robots, and again, more dead things. Only this time we got things like zombies. It's all very loud and obnoxious and continues to follow the very grim pattern a lot of these videos have been going with lately.

When it finally does end, the feed takes us back to a very wide-eyed Sprocket. For a guy whose face is made out of metal, he looks unusually pale. Like he's just seen a ghost or something. That...that was certainly a thing he just saw.

Arcee returns to the room with two juice boxes without a care in the world. Apparently she missed the whole thing.]

Apple okay?

APPLE IS FINE!

[He shouts that awkwardly, like she caught him off guard.]

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[trainsurdragons]

[Over the past week, Hiccup has seen a lot of memories. Memories that intrigued him, prompted him to question those that held those memories.
But this time he's been rendered completely speechless.

Due to Fearless' incident with Marley and Donnie he hasn't tried bothering his partner today, instead keeping to himself in the apartment, contemplating when he'll need to contact Wheeljack to get him to help rebuild his leg. He left his D-Terminal propped up on the desk so he could watch for incoming feeds while he worked on a preliminary blueprint to show the wrecker when Arcee and Sprocket suddenly appeared. Everything had been pleasant until the memories suddenly took over.

Now Hiccup just sits partially slumped in his seat, his pencil having dropped from his fingers ages ago. His eyes dart to Arcee when she suddenly returns, before he looks to Sprocket. The Digimon and viking are both sharing similar horrified expressions, with good reason. He can't really think of anything to say, nor is he confident that he really can at the moment.]

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[robotfightclub]

[Arcee catches that, Hiccup on the feed. What with Sprocket looking into it, she can only assume her Digimon caught another broadcast and is chatting it up without her permission again. She's used to it by now so there's no threats of boxes or time outs.]

Hey Hiccup.

[She heads back to the couch, tossing Sprocket his juice box. Seeing as he's still frozen in shock, it bounces off his head and lands on the floor. That's...a little weird.]

Okaaay...

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[trainsurdragons]

[Hiccup doesn't answer either, not catching until a few beats later that he's been just...sitting there with his mouth slightly open. Quickly he shakes his head and leans back a little, absently brushing some eraser shavings off his blueprints with the back of his hand. He clears his throat a little, watching Sprocket for a moment before looking back up at Arcee.
What's he supposed to say?]

Um....h-hey.

[WOW that sure was an awkward voice crack/stutter there. Maybe she didn't notice.]

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[robotfightclub]

[It's not like she can't notice, but she writes up as an awkward human teenage thing. If Sprocket is going to be dumber than usual, she's just going to grab her D-Terminal so she can talk to her kid. At least there's something to talk about, that's a nice blueprint she spots.]

Got something there?

[Aw yeah, she sure does look cool leaning back on her couch and sipping from her juicebox.]

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[trainsurdragons]

[Again Hiccup clears his throat, harder this time. Well...ok, this is good. Maybe he can shake off that memory and switch the subject. Then again he can't really trust Sprocket not to blurt something out, so he'll just keep talking as much as he can.

Carefully he picks up the blueprint and holds it up so Arcee can see. It's a pretty simple sketch so far, just a design for a new foot for himself. It's still pretty primitive for normal standards, since that's all Hiccup really knows when it comes to building.]

I'm uh....working on a blueprint I'm going to show Wheeljack next time I see him. He's going to help me rebuild my foot.

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[robotfightclub]

[Is that so? Sounds like fun, but Wheeljack being involved and all, she can't help but look a little skeptical.]

Okay, but whatever you do, do not let him talk you into adding rockets to it. Wheeljack's specialty lies in things that like to go boom. Last thing I need is you losing your other foot.

Or your head.

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[trainsurdragons]

[He chuckles weakly at that, glancing briefly at the blueprints.]

No rockets, right. I'll make sure to add that foot note.

[Though he has a feeling Wheeljack's opinion will sway in the opposite direction. After a minute Hiccup puts the blueprint back down, resting his forearms on the desk.]

Arcee, can I...can I ask you something?

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[Seems like this place just loves showing everyone the top million things no one wants to see--especially Autobots. This time it's Wheeljack catching it on the feed. The hug...makes a lot more sense now.

Arcee had just as much baggage as he did. He's about to say something, until he's met with Sprocket face.

It's enough to silence him, for the moment.]

...Hey, you okay?

[There's not much time for a response as Arcee walks in, looking awkwardly from the feed.]

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[robotfightclub]

[Sprocket opens his mouth in a weird sort of silent scream, eyes looking off in different directions. If he could speak, he would tell you about the horrors. The horrors. He's in a dark place right now, Wheeljack. A really dark place.

To which Arcee responds to in a reasonable fashion.]

He's never okay.

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

[That's...worrying. At least, to You, who's now clinging to Wheeljack's shoulder once again. Since his memory leak, she's been super cuddly to him, even if he rebuffs those affections to a point.

He doesn't seem to mind it now, at least.]

Sprocket? Do you...need...u-uh--

...So. Whatcha got there.

[Avoiding the subject? Avoiding the subject.]

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[robotfightclub]

Juice box. Drink of champions.

[It comes with a straw and everything!

Sprocket, in his fit of horror, slowly raises up one of the pieces of paper he drew on to reveal a crudely drawn face wearing the same expression he currently is. That is, absolute terror.]

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[wheeljackofalltrades]

Really now? Where have I been.

[But you know--food and Wheeljack. He's definitely interested.]

I heard apple, though.

[And apples aren't bad.]

S..prock--nevermind...HOW ABOUT SOME JUICE? Everyone should have juice!!

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[robotfightclub]

[Sprocket slowly crawls over to get his juice box and stabs the straw through it, sipping silently. Silently and stunned.]

You might've. Motorcycle set me back so we're treated to juice boxes and sandwiches. We're eating gourmet over here.

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[bigsoftie]

[No no no. He could handle a lot of memories that this place dished out and a lot of them were unpleasant. But Arcee's, someone he knew took the cake. It was just far too close to his own experiences, to the memories of his own captivity and experimentation.

Sure, perhaps being there would have been the best thing for him to do. But after watching all that horribleness pass before his eyes, it reaches too deep into his own scars. The only thing he can manage when turning on the D-Terminal is just stare. His eyes are wide with anxiety, shell-shocked and full of a mix of fear and pain.

He's sorry, Arcee. He wanted to help...but this was too much.]

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[robotfightclub]

[And of course Arcee has no idea what's wrong.

It doesn't help that this behavior has become normal for Leatherhead, at least for her. As such, she can only assume this is his way of reaching out for help. Seeing as it's important, she snags the D-Terminal from her stunned partner and takes on a more serious tone.]

What's the matter, big guy? Talk to me.

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[bigsoftie]

[Give him a moment Arcee. He's trying not to get himself into another downward spiral. Unfortunately this behavior IS normal for him, but still...he feels incredibly sorry.

And please forgive him as he struggles with words.]

I saw...what happened...those...things.

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[robotfightclub]

[Not seeing the video herself, she can't seem to understand what he's talking about. She can only assume it's other, unrelated memory leaks.]

Leatherhead, I'm gonna need you to try and ignore those videos while this keeps happening. Maybe turn off your comm for the rest of the week.

...You need me to come over?

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[bigsoftie]

[She didn't know, didn't she? Leatherhead slowly nods, not sure if he should bring it up now. Maybe just talking will take his mind off it.]

...yes. I do.

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[robotfightclub]

Okay, just sit tight. I'll be over in no time.

[And with that, she ends the feed.]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[Suddenly, her reaction to his own memory leak even more now. Seeing fiends cut down with nothing you can do about it is something he knows all too well. He sits there, quiet for a moment or two, before looking back up to the screen to see Sprocket's horrified expression.

[He's about to say something to the digimon when Arcee re-enters the room, leaving Garrus looking like a deer in the headlights as he tries to figure out what to say.]

[robotfightclub]

[Arcee stares back at the terminal on the ground only to be greeted by Garrus giving her a weird look. Well, it's not like she hasn't seen stranger.]

You okay there?

[calibrates_big_guns]

[Give him a second, he's bad at this.]

Your, ah, your terminal just broadcast something, a memory, like what's happened to me and Wheeljack. I'm ... I'm sorry about your partners. I know how little that probably means, but ... I know how you feel.

I'm sorry.

[robotfightclub]

[Congratulations, Garrus. You're the first to be that open with her.]

...Come again?

[Not that she appears happy about it.]

[calibrates_big_guns]

[He can tell, but it wouldn't be like him to dance around something like this. She deserves to know. But for the moment, he'll remain quiet, and let this fact sink in, because nothing he says right now will make this any better.]

[robotfightclub]

[The more it starts to sink in, the more her face begins to scrunch up into a scowl. No. There are certain things you just don't touch, and that is one of them. How dare this place even think that's acceptable.

She glances around, obviously wanting to take her anger out on something. Anything. Her sensible side pleads with her to calm down, which makes her hesitate, until she can't hold it in anymore and violently takes down a lamp with what can only be described as a loud battle cry.

It shatters, of course, and the lighting isn't as good as it could be, but she needed to let that out.]