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badlydrawntransformers · 2 years

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*cocks gun* Ship’s Haunted

Duuuuuuude okay so my friend @cuppajj has an AU where the Lost Light is a titan and the Shattered Glass version has sparked so much horror art and writing it’s great and I love it here’s my attempt at horror I hope you guys like it this isn’t my forte whatsoever

Ever since the Great Cybertronian War came to an end, there’d been no shortage of ghost sightings all across the galaxy. The spirit of one of the former leaders of Cybertron drifting aimlessly through the halls of his former office. Ghostly, unnatural fog over battlefields, where when you walked through, you could still faintly hear gunfire. The Tetrahex Ripper showing up again in their old territory, but far less deadly than they had been in ages past. Part of a duocon desperately searching for their missing half.

But what there had really been an abundance of in the past few decades were accounts of ghost ships.

You were always a little skeptical about the supernatural, but you found an interest in it regardless. The ghost ships were your favorite thing to research. They weren’t the actual ghosts of ships, of course, but rather old, abandoned ships, drifting through the cosmos with hardly any sign of their crews to be found.

Sometimes the explanation was obvious. One account of hearing the voices of the old passengers of a ship was just the security system malfunctioning, resulting in the audio recordings playing throughout the ship. Another ship was abandoned when the fuel ran out halfway between galaxies, prompting the crew to send out an SOS to pick them up, forgetting to turn it off when they boarded the other ship.

But one day, while you’re sitting in Maccadam’s with your fellow ghost hunting buddies, somebody brings up a peculiar case: the Lost Light.

Rumored to have been under the command of the last Prime, there’d been numerous sightings of the run-down space cruiser drifting around in random parts of the galaxy, but if anyone got too close, it would speed away seemingly completely on its own, not letting anyone board.

One of your friends suggests that maybe some of the old crew is still alive in there, but that’s quickly shot down, since nobody’s seen it dock on a planet to restock food and fuel. You make a joke about how people have said you look like the Prime, so maybe you’d be able to check it out. Everyone laughs. Your friend pays the tab, and you all decide to go see a new horror movie that everyone’s been saying is terrible.

That was about five days ago, and now here you were, staring down the Lost Light itself, your little ship absolutely dwarfed in comparison to it. You take a deep intake, and try to send it a ping: ‘Hello, may I come aboard?’

The only response you get is an uncomfortably long radio silence, before you spot a door opening up to the vehicle bay towards the underside of the ship. Steeling yourself, you drive your tiny ship towards the dock. As you park, you see the door close behind you. No turning back now, you suppose.

As soon as you stepped out into the hangar, you very quickly noticed that it wasn’t completely silent. There was the distant hum of something, perhaps the engines, and the shrill creaking of old metal. You figured the ship wasn’t as structurally sound anymore, and watch where you step as you head further into the great ship.

Even though you’re completely alone, you can’t shake the feeling of something watching you through the cracks in the walls. Was your friend right about some of the old crew still being alive? You call out to see if anyone responds, and your voice echoes through the corridors, remaining completely unanswered.

There’s a total lack of any life in this place. It creeps you out. What you wouldn’t give to see some crude graffiti- any sign that someone still alive had been here before you. It’s clear that you’re the first living bot to set foot on the Lost Light in years.

You come across the laboratory, where two of the greatest scientific minds Cybertron had ever known were rumored to have worked, their old experiments sitting scattered on the lab tables. You ignore what looks at first glance to be their grayed forms sitting intertwined in the corner.

The bar, no doubt once full of music once upon a time, was a mess. Tables and chairs were thrown about all over the room, and there were shards of glass smashed on the floor. Some of the energon bottles behind the bar itself were still full, but you didn’t trust the contents enough to drink them. You take a rest here on one of the barstools, and check your comms to see if anyone sent you any messages.

…why did it seem that you hadn’t received any comms since you boarded the ship?

You decide that after you check out the bridge, you’re getting the hell out of this place. This was far more unsettling than you were comfortable with, frankly.

The creaking of metal got louder as you approached the captain’s quarters. You feel like your spark has jumped up into your throat. Was the captain still alive? There had to be someone in there, still trying to manage the decrepit starship.

You slowly open the door…

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