It's Simply Robotics

Chapter 15: Searching

Chapter 15: Searching

Note: edited as of 4/13/2018

(image is of Seajump) 

AN: You were al so damn fabulous that I have decided to reward you all with another chapter! I have gotten so many reviews in the past few hours and I'm just so damn happy right now!!!

Seajump sat in the dark, cradling a stuffed turbo-hound close to his chassis. He rocked back n' forth, his breaths choked with his sobs of anguish. His frame shuttered with the force of his sorrow, and one could hear the pained keens howling from his mouth.

His baby, his little darling sparkling... was gone. Just... gone. No ransom note, no clues, not even a witness. She had just disappeared into thin air like a ghost. Yet another choked sob squeezed past his lips, as he pressed his face into the plush dog, smelling his creation in the soft fabric.

"Oh Primus, why! My baby, my darling WHY!?" He could barely speak; his voice was raw from his sobs and wails. He cursed to the skies as he curled up on his creation's berth, feeling where she had slept just a few cycles ago, smelling where she had been. He hoped and prayed that she would be found, and then he would never let her out of his sight.

She had disappeared on her way home just two cycles prior, witness states that she had stopped for a can of rust sticks before taking the main road back to their home. She had been taken in between then and their home.

A large group of mechs and femmes from all over Iacon were helping to search for his missing creation. Seajump had searched without rest for two cycles straight, not stopping for sleep or fuel. It was only with the unanimous plea from everyone that he went home and got some rest. But he couldn't sleep. How could he? With his creation out there, scared and being held captive? How was any Creator able to sleep knowing that?

He just stayed there, sobbing and wailing over his missing femmling.

And that was what greeted Thundergouge upon his return.

The sire didn't say anything; no words of comfort could come to him. He just didn't know what to say, nothing to ease his mates fears, nothing to ease his own. How could he ease the fears that they both shared? So he curled up next to his mate, wrapping his arms tightly around him in a needing embrace. Seajump pulled Thundergouge closer to him, squishing the plushy in between them as they grasped for each other. Seajump cried and cried into his mate's neck cables, his bonds all thrown wide open in his pain. But one bond couldn't be opened, one was silent. This made him sob harder, and nothing that the other bonds could say or do could make him stop.

Thundergouge felt his mate's agony, his pain. He wasn't crying, his walls were up and his spark was numb from others. But nothing could stop his walls from crumbling right now as his spark mirrored his mate's. A single glowing tear fell from his right optic, but where there is one there is another. And another and another... until he was openly sobbing with his mate. The strong, sturdy mech, who could be considered cruel and unfeeling at times, was reduced to pile of sobbing, broken Creator. He cried out for Primus to return the one that he had secretly loved above all others: his darling sparkling, his beautiful creation.

He swore on his spark and the sparks of his Creators, that if he got his creation back he would never be unfeeling towards her again. He would shower her with love and affection, he would spoil her with anything and everything she could ever need and more. Never would she want for anything.

The two Creators fed off of one another's pain and pleas, both falling so deep into their sorrow that it seemed to swallow them whole. Their cries seemed to shake to room around them; their pain pierced every spark that was connected to theirs, and through them, others that they were not connected to

Until the loss of one sparkling echoed in the sparks of every Cybertronian in city of Iacon

Creators put themselves in their place, imagining the pain of losing their little ones, and sparklings imagined to fear that their fellow youngling must be in. And for a cycle, the whole city mourned with them.

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It had been seven cycles since their sparkling's disappearance, and minimal evidence was found. They had found the alley in which she had been abducted, and with that was a syringe that held traces of MoonStrider's CNA on the end and a heavy sedative in the needle. There was no big sign of a struggle, other than a bit of scuff marks on the wall with a bit of red paint chips. MoonStrider was silver and blue, so the paint was from the kidnapper.

Creators of MoonStrider's classmates had lined up to help search for her, and bots from the institution had come to help, too. Seajump and Thundergouge had thanked them all.

Everything that could be thought of was done. Seajump made a public plea, asking the kidnappers to please return his creation, and offered a ransom reward. They put a picture of her on the backs of energon cubes, place posters all over the city. There were so many false leads, bots either playing tricks or thinking one thing was another. But other than finding the alley in which she was abducted, there was nothing.

Seajump and Thundergouge were devastated as cycles turned to orns... and orns turned to vorns. Everyone who helped in the beginning left, the task force assigned to the case deemed it cold and gave up. Only Drillbit and Hydrogear stayed. The two were hurt beyond words when their closest friends and family gave up as well, and urged them to do the same.

Besides, they could always have another...

Seajump had said some choice words to his family and friends after that, and then cut off all connection with them, even going as far as getting a dampener on his bonds with them. He didn't talk to them again after that, even when they tried to apologize, he wasn't hearing it. How dare they say that he should give up on his creation?! He knew that she was alive, and he would search till the ends of time to find her, his family be damned. No one was going to get in his way.

Seajump became bitter and cold to all but his mate. Thundergouge became cold, and harbored a deep rage in his spark. The sadness and agony had festered into hatred and rage in the vorns of fruitless searching, but still nothing was done.

They stopped printing her picture on the backs of the cubes, and the posters were faded and torn down.

But they never stopped searching.

AN: this was so sad to write! AHGHHakjsdhfjweh Fuck this! I gave myself terrible feels right now.

I'm gonna go cry in the corner.

I am writing another story right now alongside this, it's called The Authoress. I think it's pretty damn funny, and I'm guessing others do too. Feel free to go check that out if ya want.

Till all are one ~