My Monster and Me...

[bigsoftie]

Who: Leatherhead and Whomever
What: A gator's on the loose and no pizza place can hold him
Where: On the outskirts of the new town
When: Mid day

He didn't care for this new change. In fact, his first instinct was to hide. It had been so long since he went without this for and now...now it was back. And just like that all the old insecurities rose up. Would they accept him? Or did they only accept him on the merit of being human? And what's more, did this just mean they'd go back to casting him out or worse?

Well, don't worry. He'll reject himself you don't need to worry about that. The alligator had already abandoned Duke and Roadbuster. For a big guy he managed to give them the slip pretty well. Guess it was back to being on his own at least until this change went away.

The mutant liked it much better than in the city, really. A lot more grass, actually. And actual flowers. He liked those. The mutant could get used to this for awhile. Soon enough the mutant began wandering the area of the outskirts, enjoying the flowers of every hue and size. Yeah, if only Mikey could find him..

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[bigsoftie]

He's too caught up in the fact it's a helicopter on the grass. The alligator tentatively whips his tail to the machine, touching it with the limb.

[oneeyedterror]

"Watch it."

Oh hey, it spoke as soon as Leatherhead's tail touched it. And that voice is probably wonderfully familiar sounding too!

[bigsoftie]

And instantly Leatherhead recoils. The color, the voice...he should have known.

"It is you," he says with distaste in his mouth.

[oneeyedterror]

Silence and then...

Well, Whirl transforms, it's a quick thing of metal shifting and shunting itself into all the right places. Hope Leatherhead doesn't mind looking up at a thirty some foot tall robot.

"Mornin' Killer."

[bigsoftie]

...oh jeeze, Whirl looked far different from any Cybertonian he's met so far, mainly that he has no head or hands. The alligator sits down, gazing up at the mech angrily.

"What are you doing here?"

[oneeyedterror]

He has a face! Just not a face-face, he's crouching so he's not that tall at the moment and he leans his lamp-head down to he's looking at Leatherhead.

"I was recharging," Simple answer really. "I don't actually fit inside any of the buildings here anymore."

A brief pause and then.

"You certainly look better now, Killer."

[bigsoftie]

That makes sense...though Whirl's face is unsettling. Reminds him a lot of the inhuman robotic faces of the Kraangdroids.

"You mean you do not find me a monster?"

He looks at Whirl, "...you do not look like the other ones. Wheeljack and Arcee."

[oneeyedterror]

"... Killer, you look like you could be any of the frikking million organic species out there in space."

So no, actually Whirl does not think Leatherhead is a monster. Humans are more weird and gross looking than a bipedal alligator.

The comment about not looking like Wheeljack or Arcee gets a huffy venting from Whirl, as he clacks his claws together.

"Course not, we're not from the same Cybertron."

[bigsoftie]

"I guess you are right..."

Which is a big consignment on Leatherhead's part. Look at you Whirl, being right for once. Wow.

"...do all the ones from your world look like you?" it's an innocent question.

[oneeyedterror]

Whirl is always right, dagnabbit. Although Leatherhead's question gets a laugh from him.

"No, I'd frikking feel sorry for 'em all if they did." Because laughing at horrible trauma that's been inflicted to you is totally normal, Whirl.

[bigsoftie]

Ok that's weird but Leatherhead chalks it up to Whirl being Whirl.

"...why is that?"

[oneeyedterror]

"Because one, not all of 'em are fliers, and two," as he speaks he brings a claw up to tap the side of his head now. "I wasn't forged looking like this."

As in the lamp-head and claws aren't normal, Leatherhead.

[bigsoftie]

Ok...he's getting that aren't natural. Thus prompts the question, "You are a mutant?"

[oneeyedterror]

"No," What the hell is a mutant? Whirl doesn't know, but it sounds dumb.

[bigsoftie]

"One that is...changed...not natural." That's the short version of it anyway.

[oneeyedterror]

Whirl makes an odd sound, or at least it'd be odd if it was coming from someone who isn't a giant goddamned robot. He leans back and is quiet for a moment before answering.

"I guess you could say it's that. I'd use the word 'mutilated' though, fits better."

[bigsoftie]

That definitely raises heads, along with Whirl's description...it sounds a lot like what Leatherhead himself went through.

"...mutilated sounds the same..."

What the hell happened to you, Whirl.

[oneeyedterror]

"Hm."

Really, that's all Whirl has to say on the subject. So even if asked about it Leatherhead probably won't get much of a straight answer out of the Autobot.

[bigsoftie]

Leatherhead wouldn't bother to ask. He's not one to pry into people's business. The alligator quietly sinks into the ground, "I did not expect one so big to become so small.."

[oneeyedterror]

"... What do you mean by that?"

Yeah he heard you, Leatherhead. And he doesn't quite get why that needed to be said.

[bigsoftie]

"You were so small...I thought that you would be smaller in your true form..."

[oneeyedterror]

"... That's a dumb way of thinking, Killer."

Because seriously it is. Did Leatherhead think the other Cybertronians would be small too?

[bigsoftie]

He doesn't have the rules for Cybertronian down, sorry for not being an expert.

"I do not care what you feel about it...it is what I thought."

[oneeyedterror]

"And I'm just saying it's dumb."

And Whirl is hunkering down again, if he wasn't a giant robot he'd look like a big dorky bird with how he's settling himself.

"If you're going to be a pest you can go now."