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It had been roughly a month since Denny had tried to repair Fixit’s vocal glitches, resulting in what was now dubbed by the Bee Team as “The Sentry Incident”, an event (For lack of a better term) where Fixit’s Sentry programming took hold and attacked the rest of the team, mistaking them for rogue Decepticons. Fixit’s glitches had already gotten just as frequent as they were when the Sentry Incident occurred, however. A single thought was plaguing Fixit’s mind; “What if the programming takes hold again?” was all he could think about, the incident having linked connected the high occurrence rate for the glitches with the incident.
Fixit paced back and forth in his quarters for quite a while considering this thought, when suddenly, he heard a knock. “Who is it?” he asked, only to hear a voice he was partially unexpecting, partially dreading, and partially waiting for, all at the same time; “It’s Sideswipe!”. “Sideswipe? What are you doing up at this tower- power- HOUR?” Fixit asked, taken aback by his teammate being up this late. It was past midnight, after all. “I could ask you the same. Anyways, I found this place that might be able to fix your glitches!” Sideswipe replied, handing Fixit a piece of paper.
“Sentry’s Solutions. Sounds like they might be onto something!” he continued, skim-reading the paper. “Y-y-you do remember what happened last time we tried to fix my glitches, right?” Fixit replied, his voice almost shaky, he finished “I almost killed all of you.” “Well, Denny didn’t know anything about Cybertronian tech.” Sideswipe commented. “Anyways, I’m getting tired. I’m gonna get some recharge time. Goodnight!”
And with that, Sideswipe left. Fixit took a few minutes to actually read through the flyer, finding that the backside contained more information. Sentry’s Solutions seemed to be a business dedicated to fixing mini-cons, mainly caretakers such as Fixit, who have glitches to, in their words, “Get better” and recover from their glitches, but something seemed off. The backside mentioned fixing more than just glitches, flaws, advertising that cybertronians could bring their mini-cons to be specially repaired.
But it was too late for Fixit to be worried about that, he needed to recharge as well. He laid down on his recharge slab, his optics fluttering and flickering slightly before he entered recharge mode.