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Rodimus looked into the eyes of insanity. He felt like his own mind was being drained, slipping away further into the spiraling black emptiness he was dragged into. Every thought he tried to think simply disappeared. The raw force of basic insticts took more control the more he tried to avoid it. Struggling didn't help, as he was tied down to the chair that so many times had held a... patient.
"Just a little bit more." A slithering hiss of a voice said quietly.
The wires, thick cables and other instruments of pure torture glowed eerily in the dark room. The sound of a clock somewhere echoed from the empty walls, counting the last moments of the patient.
"IN THE LOCKER!!! In the fraggin' locker you slaggin' piece'o'scrap... In... the prison level... room... 14..." Rodimus squeezed the arm holds of the chair so tight the joints in his fingers started to bleed and he bent the already bent metal support even more.
"That is more like it. Good boy." The red optics were staring down at the other one from the darkness.
The patient was trying to cool himself down with deep intakes of air to prevent the obvious mental breakdown.
"Stop struggling, dear. You'll just make yourself suffer more." The doctor said quietly, and it could be easily heard from his voice that he was smiling.
"Neh-never!"
The ticking sound started to become more and more loud the longer Rodimus stayed quiet. The wait was torturing, but only for the patient. Rung was sitting on his own chair, all still, watching how the person in his little torture chair grew weaker each second.
All of a sudden Rodimus' body started to shake uncontrollably, until his body arched in a twitch and he screamed his vocalizer's circuits off.
"Each time you surprise me with your excellent performance, dear Rodimus." Rung smiled and stood up. With a few steps he was next to his now unconscious patient. With a few smooth moves with his right arm, he inserted small wires into the eyes and mouth, pushing them further in to reach what he was searching for.
"Ah, there you go."
All the information he needed was available for the taking and in an instant it was all over. The dark doctor unplugged his instruments and retreated to the console next to the chair and did the same to it to insert all the gathered data.
"I have scheduled our next appointment. You may go." Rung said with a wide grin and left.
Rodimus didn't move.
Shattered Glass, Autobot Rung. Your everyday psychotic doctor who simply wants to know all your dark secrets and desires and torture you until you either spit it all out or he has to take them from you. Rung also prefers the latter option after the first one.
He gave up on his alt-mode to be able to equip as many torture devices on himself as physically possible.
Not even Optimus avoided being his patient.
Monthly Challenge entry for
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Rung - Transformers More Than Meets The Eye 2012 © IDW, Hasbro.
lineart: pencil, eraser, inking pens
colors: OpenCanvas5 and Photoshop CS5
"Just a little bit more." A slithering hiss of a voice said quietly.
The wires, thick cables and other instruments of pure torture glowed eerily in the dark room. The sound of a clock somewhere echoed from the empty walls, counting the last moments of the patient.
"IN THE LOCKER!!! In the fraggin' locker you slaggin' piece'o'scrap... In... the prison level... room... 14..." Rodimus squeezed the arm holds of the chair so tight the joints in his fingers started to bleed and he bent the already bent metal support even more.
"That is more like it. Good boy." The red optics were staring down at the other one from the darkness.
The patient was trying to cool himself down with deep intakes of air to prevent the obvious mental breakdown.
"Stop struggling, dear. You'll just make yourself suffer more." The doctor said quietly, and it could be easily heard from his voice that he was smiling.
"Neh-never!"
The ticking sound started to become more and more loud the longer Rodimus stayed quiet. The wait was torturing, but only for the patient. Rung was sitting on his own chair, all still, watching how the person in his little torture chair grew weaker each second.
All of a sudden Rodimus' body started to shake uncontrollably, until his body arched in a twitch and he screamed his vocalizer's circuits off.
"Each time you surprise me with your excellent performance, dear Rodimus." Rung smiled and stood up. With a few steps he was next to his now unconscious patient. With a few smooth moves with his right arm, he inserted small wires into the eyes and mouth, pushing them further in to reach what he was searching for.
"Ah, there you go."
All the information he needed was available for the taking and in an instant it was all over. The dark doctor unplugged his instruments and retreated to the console next to the chair and did the same to it to insert all the gathered data.
"I have scheduled our next appointment. You may go." Rung said with a wide grin and left.
Rodimus didn't move.
Shattered Glass, Autobot Rung. Your everyday psychotic doctor who simply wants to know all your dark secrets and desires and torture you until you either spit it all out or he has to take them from you. Rung also prefers the latter option after the first one.
He gave up on his alt-mode to be able to equip as many torture devices on himself as physically possible.
Not even Optimus avoided being his patient.
Monthly Challenge entry for
cybertronians.deviantart.com/j…Rung - Transformers More Than Meets The Eye 2012 © IDW, Hasbro.
lineart: pencil, eraser, inking pens
colors: OpenCanvas5 and Photoshop CS5
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So in this case, this fanart is basically a justified versino of the theory that Kaon and Rung are the same pearson; but in this case in tje shattered world, Rung is Kaon?