She knew Anemone would yell, would be angry. But now she was holding one of her grenades in her hand and Twitch not only felt fear but betrayal.
Her optics widened and she zipped back several feet.
"You can't act like everyone is the same, Annie!" she said, despite her fear, she was still angry and this turn against her only riled her up more. The hurt was still there, but now it had an extra flavor.
But... Anemone wouldn't really do it, would she? She wouldn't hurt Twitch. They were friends.
"We're friends Annie... I don't get why you don't trust me." She inched a little closer. "I don't see how this makes you any better then the people you keep hurting."
"Don't you compare me to any of the Megatrons!" Anemone snarls, her temper flaring and rising higher and higher, a powerful buzzing in the back of her head pushing harder and harder into her mind, his voice telling her that Twitch won't understand no matter how hard she tries to explain herself. Someone who was good like Twitch wouldn't understand why Anemone was the way that she was.
"I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it!"
It isn't entirely clear what happens next, not even to Anemone. Perhaps she threw the grenade at Twitch out of pure reflex when Twitch made the mistake of trying to get closer, lighting Anemone's rage like kindling around a bomb. Maybe she dropped it by accident. Maybe He forced her to let it go.
What matters, in the end, is the result of the grenade dropping at Twitch's feet, and the explosion that comes just a second later while Anemone watches, feeling strangely hollow and apathetic, like her feelings have been stolen from her again. The blast hurts her too, but she barely feels it.
Fuck.
Is all she thinks at the very end, as the echo of the explosion fades and she sees her former friend on the ground.
There had been tension, they were both angry. But right up to the end, Twitch never imagined that Anemone would actually try to hurt her.
Then the bomb dropped, literally.
It hurt. There was a few seconds of a terrible terrible feeling, a few seconds of nothing and then Twitch found herself on the floor, disoriented and barely able to move. Everything felt out of place and she struggled to get her senses about her enough to even start to contemplate what went wrong.
She wasn't angry anymore. She was scared, she was hurt, she wanted her parents, her brothers and sisters.
"--mone..." she croaked, fighting through the white noise to remember her friend. Was she okay?
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shybombardier) wrote2025-10-15 04:07 pm
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This is not how this was supposed to go.
She knew Anemone would yell, would be angry. But now she was holding one of her grenades in her hand and Twitch not only felt fear but betrayal.
Her optics widened and she zipped back several feet.
"You can't act like everyone is the same, Annie!" she said, despite her fear, she was still angry and this turn against her only riled her up more. The hurt was still there, but now it had an extra flavor.
But... Anemone wouldn't really do it, would she? She wouldn't hurt Twitch. They were friends.
"We're friends Annie... I don't get why you don't trust me." She inched a little closer. "I don't see how this makes you any better then the people you keep hurting."
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"I've never hurt anyone who didn't deserve it!"
It isn't entirely clear what happens next, not even to Anemone. Perhaps she threw the grenade at Twitch out of pure reflex when Twitch made the mistake of trying to get closer, lighting Anemone's rage like kindling around a bomb. Maybe she dropped it by accident. Maybe He forced her to let it go.
What matters, in the end, is the result of the grenade dropping at Twitch's feet, and the explosion that comes just a second later while Anemone watches, feeling strangely hollow and apathetic, like her feelings have been stolen from her again. The blast hurts her too, but she barely feels it.
Fuck.
Is all she thinks at the very end, as the echo of the explosion fades and she sees her former friend on the ground.
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There had been tension, they were both angry. But right up to the end, Twitch never imagined that Anemone would actually try to hurt her.
Then the bomb dropped, literally.
It hurt. There was a few seconds of a terrible terrible feeling, a few seconds of nothing and then Twitch found herself on the floor, disoriented and barely able to move. Everything felt out of place and she struggled to get her senses about her enough to even start to contemplate what went wrong.
She wasn't angry anymore. She was scared, she was hurt, she wanted her parents, her brothers and sisters.
"--mone..." she croaked, fighting through the white noise to remember her friend. Was she okay?
That was all she managed before things went dark.