Speedwriting Fill (Old Prompt): Note #34,689
Title: Note #34,689
Warnings/content advice: None
Rating: G
Continuity: G1/Unspecified
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don’t own, of course
Prompt: May 5, 2014. Prompt 6. Challenge: choose a character. Click here. Do what it tells you. Remember to include the prompt it gave you in your header :)
Write 10 lines, each starting with the words, “I feel”...
Notes: Found this in the old docs in one of my nowadays rare moments online. Figured I’d share.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:658] [User: Prowl] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689])
I felt like they didn’t listen. Like I was just there. Like they cared only about the computer next to my spark and not the spark itself.
I felt like they wouldn’t care if I just disappeared. If one day, I didn’t go to my office, didn’t read through all those files, didn’t sign off on things and didn’t do the work.
I felt like they’d be happy if I didn’t work. If I didn’t demand the reports. Didn’t keep order and peace. They like the chaos.
I felt so alone. They didn’t see me for anything but a machine. A drone. Unsparked and insentient. Doing menial work that no “real” mecha would ever do.
I felt like I should just give up. That it didn’t matter anymore. That I was just drifting through this world where I didn’t matter. That I was just the remnant of a spark, drifting, ethereal, intangible.
But then you came, and everything changed.
Now, I feel respected. You taught me that they respect my abilities, both upgrad-enhanced and natural, spark-given.
I feel needed. You showed me how much they rely on me - took me away for one orn then showed me how much they questioned where I had gone, what had happened, how much they needed me to work.
I feel wanted. You showed me that even though they complain, they know the work is necessary to make this thing called the Autobot Army run. They may complain, but that doesn’t mean they won’t do it or resent me for assigning it.
I feel complete. Like I’m part of something. Included and loved and cared for. That people actually worry about me and care about the work I do.
I feel like I can’t give up and I have to see this through to the end. You showed me how much I actually mean to the Autobots, Jazz. Thank you.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:659] [User: Jazz] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689, Postscript 1])
You’re welcome, Prowler.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:661] [User: Prowl] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689, Postscript 2])
Jazz, stop snooping through my files.
Warnings/content advice: None
Rating: G
Continuity: G1/Unspecified
Characters: Prowl, Jazz
Disclaimer: Don’t own, of course
Prompt: May 5, 2014. Prompt 6. Challenge: choose a character. Click here. Do what it tells you. Remember to include the prompt it gave you in your header :)
Write 10 lines, each starting with the words, “I feel”...
Notes: Found this in the old docs in one of my nowadays rare moments online. Figured I’d share.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:658] [User: Prowl] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689])
I felt like they didn’t listen. Like I was just there. Like they cared only about the computer next to my spark and not the spark itself.
I felt like they wouldn’t care if I just disappeared. If one day, I didn’t go to my office, didn’t read through all those files, didn’t sign off on things and didn’t do the work.
I felt like they’d be happy if I didn’t work. If I didn’t demand the reports. Didn’t keep order and peace. They like the chaos.
I felt so alone. They didn’t see me for anything but a machine. A drone. Unsparked and insentient. Doing menial work that no “real” mecha would ever do.
I felt like I should just give up. That it didn’t matter anymore. That I was just drifting through this world where I didn’t matter. That I was just the remnant of a spark, drifting, ethereal, intangible.
But then you came, and everything changed.
Now, I feel respected. You taught me that they respect my abilities, both upgrad-enhanced and natural, spark-given.
I feel needed. You showed me how much they rely on me - took me away for one orn then showed me how much they questioned where I had gone, what had happened, how much they needed me to work.
I feel wanted. You showed me that even though they complain, they know the work is necessary to make this thing called the Autobot Army run. They may complain, but that doesn’t mean they won’t do it or resent me for assigning it.
I feel complete. Like I’m part of something. Included and loved and cared for. That people actually worry about me and care about the work I do.
I feel like I can’t give up and I have to see this through to the end. You showed me how much I actually mean to the Autobots, Jazz. Thank you.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:659] [User: Jazz] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689, Postscript 1])
You’re welcome, Prowler.
([Timestamp: 243663:25:661] [User: Prowl] [Security: Red] [File Type: Text] [File Name: Notes, #34,689, Postscript 2])
Jazz, stop snooping through my files.