[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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[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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[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.]

[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.]