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"What makes you think I'll do anything for you?!," he snarled, spitting energon across the dirt.

The Decepticon laughed and the sound hurt -honest-to-primus stabbed him in the spark chamber. Gasping and choking, Pharma collapsed to the floor, trying to make sense of his traumatized systems and their flashing warnings. The damage that had just been dealt by the other's servos could not be enough to damage his spark chamber.... could it?

But what other reason did he then have for explaining why it felt like his spark was going to implode and take him with it, right then and there?

"Yes.....," the Decepticon said, closing the last of the distance between them. He reached down for the dazed and battered medic, hauling him up into the air by his throat. "I do know that you'll help me -with whatever I ask for. Because I know your type, Autobot or not...."

Red optics glowed like portholes to the Pit, bathing Pharma in their evil light. For a moment, he thought he almost saw something kindred to a smile crawl through that bloody and vile gaze, before he was overwhelmed by that low, sinister vocalizer once more.

"You....," the words taunted, tugging and poking at rips and seams, making the plating scream and pump out energon in gushes, "Don't want to die...."

That was it. Pharma gave a pained, pitiful sob, aware that he had been defeated.

For whom could stand up to a devil who both tormented him with his darkest fears and offered him salvation as well....?

......I want TarnxPharma stuff like Tracks wants to frag....
Curse you, internet! Curse you link ! Curse you, damn plot bunnies!!! >:U

P.S: First time drawing EITHER of these characters. I have to say, they didn't turn out too bad.... but I need better references for future stuff

Description
"What makes you think I'll do anything for you?!," he snarled, spitting energon across the dirt.

The Decepticon laughed and the sound hurt -honest-to-primus stabbed him in the spark chamber. Gasping and choking, Pharma collapsed to the floor, trying to make sense of his traumatized systems and their flashing warnings. The damage that had just been dealt by the other's servos could not be enough to damage his spark chamber.... could it?

But what other reason did he then have for explaining why it felt like his spark was going to implode and take him with it, right then and there?

"Yes.....," the Decepticon said, closing the last of the distance between them. He reached down for the dazed and battered medic, hauling him up into the air by his throat. "I do know that you'll help me -with whatever I ask for. Because I know your type, Autobot or not...."

Red optics glowed like portholes to the Pit, bathing Pharma in their evil light. For a moment, he thought he almost saw something kindred to a smile crawl through that bloody and vile gaze, before he was overwhelmed by that low, sinister vocalizer once more.

"You....," the words taunted, tugging and poking at rips and seams, making the plating scream and pump out energon in gushes, "Don't want to die...."

That was it. Pharma gave a pained, pitiful sob, aware that he had been defeated.

For whom could stand up to a devil who both tormented him with his darkest fears and offered him salvation as well....?

......I want TarnxPharma stuff like Tracks wants to frag....
Curse you, internet! Curse you link ! Curse you, damn plot bunnies!!! >:U

P.S: First time drawing EITHER of these characters. I have to say, they didn't turn out too bad.... but I need better references for future stuff