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[Megatron had found out. Roughshods secret was no secret anymore. And Flower knew it now, too. And in that moment... Birdie died for him. Only leaving a spy. A traitor. And he hated traitors. Then came the order from the decepticon leader for the interrogator to come into action. The order his loyality programming forced him to follow. But... could Flower do that to his best friend? Was Birdie really dead for him? Was their friendship... over?]
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"Sweet!" Flower hummed. "Then I think we can get started." But... just as he wanted to decide about how and where to start, he stopped again.

Roughshod... was not... doing this... No. Nonono... How could he... How dared he?! No one had ever done this, not here, not in such a situation. This little piece of scrap... How dared he?! It made Flower angry, furious... He wanted to offline the smaller mech right now, just for doing it. To get his claws around Roughshods neck and just... squeeze it until it got so damaged that no energon would ever flow through the neck cables beneath the metal 'skin'. It took him some seconds to get it together and some more to say something again.

"I will wipe that smile out of your face..."

His expression might have been cold earlier. It might have been hurt, angry, sad, all those emotions had been on his faceplate, but none was comparable with what he got now. Cold was a huge understatement. Sudden... hate was there, the rest of his sanity just about to leave his mind. That smile was hurting him more than- he couldn't even compare it with anything. He wanted that smile and the same moment it disgusted him terribly.
"You know what..." he growled slightly. "I do believe that. But what I can't believe is that this is the only information you gave out, my little spy..." Flower walked up to Roughshods head once more, just to stay there, his claw slightly circling one of the smaller mechs goggles, and look into those golden optics. Those golden optics who allways meant something good to him, something he liked, something that had been able to ease his own pain anytime, that could comfort him and even make him smile in merely seconds in every situation. The optics that belonged to his friend, his familiar, his brother.
With one quick shrug he shut off those feelings and he would do that again, no matter how often they kept coming back in painful waves.
"I allways admired your goggles, you know? Pity that I want more informations than what you gave me..."
With a cruel thought, wanting nothing more than to start hurting back, his claw slid under the goggle and with a swift move... he simply ripped it off. Flower then just stood there, waiting to see the reaction.
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I just lie here and cry a bit... Broken feels and that stuff...

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[Megatron had found out. Roughshods secret was no secret anymore. And Flower knew it now, too. And in that moment... Birdie died for him. Only leaving a spy. A traitor. And he hated traitors. Then came the order from the decepticon leader for the interrogator to come into action. The order his loyality programming forced him to follow. But... could Flower do that to his best friend? Was Birdie really dead for him? Was their friendship... over?]
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"Sweet!" Flower hummed. "Then I think we can get started." But... just as he wanted to decide about how and where to start, he stopped again.

Roughshod... was not... doing this... No. Nonono... How could he... How dared he?! No one had ever done this, not here, not in such a situation. This little piece of scrap... How dared he?! It made Flower angry, furious... He wanted to offline the smaller mech right now, just for doing it. To get his claws around Roughshods neck and just... squeeze it until it got so damaged that no energon would ever flow through the neck cables beneath the metal 'skin'. It took him some seconds to get it together and some more to say something again.

"I will wipe that smile out of your face..."

His expression might have been cold earlier. It might have been hurt, angry, sad, all those emotions had been on his faceplate, but none was comparable with what he got now. Cold was a huge understatement. Sudden... hate was there, the rest of his sanity just about to leave his mind. That smile was hurting him more than- he couldn't even compare it with anything. He wanted that smile and the same moment it disgusted him terribly.
"You know what..." he growled slightly. "I do believe that. But what I can't believe is that this is the only information you gave out, my little spy..." Flower walked up to Roughshods head once more, just to stay there, his claw slightly circling one of the smaller mechs goggles, and look into those golden optics. Those golden optics who allways meant something good to him, something he liked, something that had been able to ease his own pain anytime, that could comfort him and even make him smile in merely seconds in every situation. The optics that belonged to his friend, his familiar, his brother.
With one quick shrug he shut off those feelings and he would do that again, no matter how often they kept coming back in painful waves.
"I allways admired your goggles, you know? Pity that I want more informations than what you gave me..."
With a cruel thought, wanting nothing more than to start hurting back, his claw slid under the goggle and with a swift move... he simply ripped it off. Flower then just stood there, waiting to see the reaction.
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I just lie here and cry a bit... Broken feels and that stuff...