ForsytheIt was too quick for even Blackarachnia to process before it was too late. Sklog's mace collided with the mutated 'Con and refused to allow her to get up. Oils and some strange other liquid similar to blood now stained Sklog's mace. Nightscream's voice didn't help her at all either, and the moment that Sklog pulled away for another swing, she shot her venom at the dinobot and scrambled away. twisting and contorting into her alternate form and hiding on the ceiling.
Her words had long since been chipped away into unintelligible screeches and screams of agony and horror. Blackarachnia's voice surrounded her in all directions, forcing her in every direction to evade the seamstress of her nightmares.
Meanwhile, Prism gladly took the hand offered to her and used it to pull herself up. "Thanks. I guess the gang's all here." She wondered what history the insane decepticon and Nightscream had, but it was for a time that wasn't now.
She used her visor to keep track of Blackarachnia and Nightscream's movements, watching the jet chase the spider around the room.
Blackarachnia continued to run, hoping to break free of the chase at every turn available to her. The carcasses scattered pm the ground mattered to her. All of her hard work, all of her meals, they would be for nothing if she couldn't escape the room. They cheered her on, her voices. Every memory of every cybertronian she killed and ate fabricated into its own personality within her, telling her what to do, where to go.
"The silent spy will always be better than the noisy doctor!" Blackarachnia screeched. "The brother knew best! They told me what he said! What he was doing when the BLADES pierced his spark! THEY told me you could have saved him~!" She spun around and bolted at Nightscream, heading for the elevator shaft to escape. "The coward stayed on cybertron to watch her pet! The cowardly sister chose herself over others!"
The voices of the fallen whispered to her ears, feeding her with bits and scraps that she formed into fabricated memories and thoughts. She believed his death, her cowardice. Her mind was far too warped to make any decisions on her own.
Turning to the elevator, Prism took a glance at Turbulence. "So." She stated monotonously. "Do you want to watch Nightscream take Blackarachnia apart? Look around? Get out of this nightmare of a sub-level?"
Her words had long since been chipped away into unintelligible screeches and screams of agony and horror. Blackarachnia's voice surrounded her in all directions, forcing her in every direction to evade the seamstress of her nightmares.
Meanwhile, Prism gladly took the hand offered to her and used it to pull herself up. "Thanks. I guess the gang's all here." She wondered what history the insane decepticon and Nightscream had, but it was for a time that wasn't now.
She used her visor to keep track of Blackarachnia and Nightscream's movements, watching the jet chase the spider around the room.
Blackarachnia continued to run, hoping to break free of the chase at every turn available to her. The carcasses scattered pm the ground mattered to her. All of her hard work, all of her meals, they would be for nothing if she couldn't escape the room. They cheered her on, her voices. Every memory of every cybertronian she killed and ate fabricated into its own personality within her, telling her what to do, where to go.
"The silent spy will always be better than the noisy doctor!" Blackarachnia screeched. "The brother knew best! They told me what he said! What he was doing when the BLADES pierced his spark! THEY told me you could have saved him~!" She spun around and bolted at Nightscream, heading for the elevator shaft to escape. "The coward stayed on cybertron to watch her pet! The cowardly sister chose herself over others!"
The voices of the fallen whispered to her ears, feeding her with bits and scraps that she formed into fabricated memories and thoughts. She believed his death, her cowardice. Her mind was far too warped to make any decisions on her own.
Turning to the elevator, Prism took a glance at Turbulence. "So." She stated monotonously. "Do you want to watch Nightscream take Blackarachnia apart? Look around? Get out of this nightmare of a sub-level?"