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"Oh, aren't you just the cutest widdle thing!!!"
Kaon cringed and struggled harder in order to escape the grasp of the massive organic. It was in vain, however, as this titan of an organic just gripped him harder. There was little to be done about the disgusting noises coming out of the thing's mouth. What was he, a turbofox? Cooing noises would not endear him to anyone!
"Oh and you little lightning coils, and the little fan, and the gold-" It continued, squeeling at pitches not meant for Cybertronian audials. Kaon was incapable of stopping the alien from running a finger over his coils, his chest fan, and from rubbing it against his crest. Perhaps it didn't realize this, but it wasn't exactly being gentle.
"Please don't secrete acid," Thought Kaon. "I'm miserable enough already."
Suddenly, he felt weightless, before being thrust violently downwards. The giant alien was going somewhere, and forcing poor Kaon to bounce along for the ride. It came to a stop in font of a- Primus, these aliens got taller?!?! "
"Mom! Look!"
"What is it, dear?"
Kaon was thrust in front of the Mother, still struggling to get out of the hand ensnaring him. The mother gave a thoughtful hmm.
"A new toy?"
"Yeah! I found him in the park, like the last one! Look, he's bigger! And so much cooler looking!"
Kaon felt the alien holding him kneel down, and suddenly Kaon was free. And he knew what his first plan of action would be: Revenge.
He immediately turned around and, gathering up his strength, forced it all outwards in one fell swoop towards the thing that had been holding him hostage for the past several minutes. A massive arc of electricity shot out towards the alien, who then greeted it with a figure, and-
Hold on. Why wasn't it dying? Screaming in pain? Why was it laughing?
"Pretty cool, right mom?"
"Yes, that's very nice dear, but- are you sure it's safe?"
"Yeah! Doesn't hurt at all!"
What the scrap? Was it somehow too fragging big to be affected?
"So can I keep him? Please? I promise I'll take care of him Mom!"
"Hmm... I don't see why not. You can put him with you other toys. But I don't want to see him out on the carpet!"
Th alien child took two strides over to where Kaon had been trying to find a way out of the room, and picked him back up again. Kaon beat his fists against the fingers wrapped around his waist, but couldn't even get them to dent.
"You won't Mom! I promise!"
His captor was moving again, through it's house, and entered what seemed like a habsuite. On one side of the room there was a bed, on another, a shelf, and directly in front was a windowsill with a glass case resting atop it. The child went up to the case, unlatched it, gave Kaon one lass caress against his audial, snuggled him to its chest (How disgusting!), and dropped him in. Then the kid closed the lid back overtop and ran out of the room to play outside again. Kaon beat his fists against the side, but the panes seemed to be too thick to do any damage. Then he sensed something in the corner of the case. There was a figure with him, curled up in a ball. It seemed to be even more miserable than he was.
"They even got you?"
It sounded defeated. But, more importantly, familiar. Kaon ran through his recent memory files, until he reached a hunt from about two metacycles ago.
"Fulcrum? Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
"I wish I was."