Prompt From A Friend

Prompts from a Friend

Icestorm, Highwire, Backstab and Faststrike all meet in the afterlife. They can touch and feel just like normal mechs. How does it go?
Rating T (words 726)

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The well was nice enough, a mech could rest, do what they enjoyed in life, or what they had always done.

It did surprise Faststrike that he’d spend his time in the well waiting. He didn’t know how long it had been since the attack on the academy, he was just glad the sparklings had gotten away.

He sat quietly on the bench in the garden. It was more beautiful than any garden he had ever seen when he was online, but he couldn’t enjoy it.

He was alone.

Bonded mechs could find the ones he cared for, but he hadn’t been able to find Backstab.

He supposed that could have meant Backstab had survived the crash, but his spark knew that wasn’t true.

The well could be anything you wanted it to be, but Backstab wasn’t here. He didn’t want him.

He’d thought at first maybe he didn’t want Backstab enough, but he could see the doorway. The one he had made so that Backstab could come to him if he wanted it enough.
It started to rain, the acid stung his armor but didn’t damage him, he was already offline anyway. It rained a lot here, probably because of how much his spark ached.

He wiped his optics, he couldn’t tell if he was crying or if it was just the rain.

He curled up on the bench wings limp. The well wasn’t supposed to hurt. It was supposed to heal.

But even in a perfect place finding out the truth, that you were always just a stand in ached more than anything.

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He could hear pedsteps. He onlined his optics and noticed the rain had stopped. He sat upright suddenly hopeful only for his spark to break a little more. He didn’t know this mech.

“Hello, I’m Icestorm.”

Icestorm, oh, so the mech had come to his peaceful place to rub it in. Or maybe his spark had created the mech as a personification of what was causing him pain. He wasn’t quite sure how everything worked. 

Icestorm frowned, “Aren’t you going to say hello?”

He gave a sad laugh, “Hello Icestorm. Please leave.”

The frown grew deeper, “Not without you, come on Backstab has missed you.”

He just stared for a moment and then laughed a bit, his laughter rising even as tears started to fall. “Leave. I don’t know what I did to deserve this but just leave. I  had always thought from Backstab’s stories you were a kind mech but now I see you are a cruel one. If Backstab missed me he would be here but he chose you. He chose you and I don’t blame him for choosing the mechs he loved with all his spark over me. So just go, I don’t know what you are trying to prove but I hurt too much already in a place I shouldn’t feel pain.”

He hid his face and didn’t catch the second mech’s apperence.

Highwire was having none of this and he jerked Faststrike to his peds dragging him along. “Come on pretty wings. You are both idiots.”

Faststrike struggled a bit but soon Icestorm was on his other side dragging him along.

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Backstab sighed as he wandered around through his home. It was the home he had always wanted to make with Icestorm and Highwire. He should be happy here, but it felt like something was missing.

Slowly he made his way up the stairs. He loved his trine mates, but he missed Faststrike as well. He had looked for Faststrike everywhere, but he guessed the other wasn’t here. He hoped Faststrike was happy wherever he was.

Backstab frowned when he heard moans as he approached the door. Had his trine mates started without him? He opened the door and froze.

Faststrike didn’t know what to think as he was molested by Backstab’s trine mates. All he knew was that it felt so nice and he wasn’t alone.

Backstab wasn’t here though and that felt wrong. Why would they be doing this unless they wanted him to get--a familiar pair of lips covered his own and his optics onlined quickly. Backstab.

Backstab’s engine rumbled and he pulled all three mechs against him as he kissed Faststrike. Eventually letting up he nuzzled them each in turn. “Everything is perfect now.”

Faststrike couldn’t help but agree.

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(This was a hard one. I didn't know how to work Backstab in and he felt very forced for me.)