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(*What if I want to kill these two ooc bots for no reason.*)
A sense of dread, horror and doom washed over them for some reason, making them shiver and tremble even subtly. The two bots frames stiffen then soon fell rigid, like they were paralyzed. The ship that was once surrounding them had dissipate into molecules as the two floated in the white space that stretched farther and farther. No visible doors if such thing even exist in this dimension and exits can be seen or felt. The whole place had already announced that there is no escape.
Soon, Knockout felt a rush of heavy migraine crawl and bit like scraplets through his processor, then it spread through his whole frame. He screamed in pain, ragdolling around as if his insides were actively being eaten by the horrid and terrifying creatures themselves with no mercy. To Starscream's optics, Knockout's outer frame and plates remained untouched and buffed as how the red bot always kept it, unknowing what is causing his dire pain to allow his to be tortured and tormented like this.
Such an unfortunate sensation and mental state the red bot has to go through. Starscream cannot tell what's happening to him from the outside, but Knockout can feel it mentally, physically and psychologically. Every second of pain and suffering only rose to be increasingly tormenting to him, questioning to what he has done wrong to deserve such experience.
Oh, Starscream is certainly not spared. His surroundings began to darken as Knockout's silhouette dissappears into the deep black abyss. His range of view became limited, way worser than a thick fog that has enough mercy to allow you to see blazing harmful burning lines coming straight into Starscream's direction.
One hit his frame, finally allowing his frame out of the trance. Though thousands if not millions followed after and flying blind won't help the Seeker when he's not aware where the source of the shots are firing. This, had only made the miserable and vulnerable state he is in increase drastically no matter if he is moving through it or stays still.
No matter where he heads to, a wave of colourful lasers blinding as the sun itself came through this time, hitting every part of his alternative form tearing it apart. Truth be told, his delicate wings had already been shredded into bits of metals floating in the space, thrusters coughing black and gray smokes as it begins to decline in every aspect, his whole frame beaten to pulp simply because of the lasers unwilling to shoot through his spark chamber and his wits and strategic skills in an unfamiliar territory not put to use from the beginning.
Through it all, he still remains, still floating, still *alive.* That could only mean his demise had approve of itself to finally show up.
With everything the whole place has to offer to Starscream, they rebuilted him from scrap to restore his original appearance. From his wings, shattered glass from his cockpit window and engine functionality. Of course, none of it is permanent.
The place tore and took everything of Starscream apart again, so curious and hungry for his screams. Energon lines spilled the blue liquid everywhere while Starscream is being restored to a different Starscream appearance in a different continuity. The tormenting cycle repeats endlessly, noting that his screams will still continue with his voicebox repeatedly restored.