Ok, Scrap It, I'm Gonna Talk About Wallflower Duo (Fit And Philza) And No One's Gonna Stop Me.

Ok, scrap it, I'm gonna talk about Wallflower duo (Fit and Philza) and no one's gonna stop me.

They're THE duo for me. Since the day one they were inseparable always being by each other side, going on adventures together, bringing kids, sharing game breaking hacks. They honestly fall for a dynamic of "the guy with paranoia is a bestie with a dude with THE most dark secrets", but they're making it work. Philza is very paranoid and always kept an eye on his eggs, especially after Slime tried to kill Chayanne in his sleep and Quackity trying to kidnap Tallulah. Yet he gave Fit access to the kids bedroom and told everything he knew to him. And Fit responded with the same amount of trust. He is a person from 2b2t and doesn't trust a soul, but he shared every bit of info he got, and shared his secret room. It's a huge step for someone from the server, where you couldn't share even a little peak of coordinates. Yet he let Phil on the secret. Throughout all the Qsmp they were together. Fit was there when eggs first disappeared, and for presidential dinner. When Phil logged back to the server, his anarchy bestie was right there to fill him in, and even when everyone got tped out if area, Fit still somehow got back and told "I'm with you, Phil". And healed him near the end of the battle. When crow father had any meetings with someone he didn't trust (Happy pills Forever), he'd ask Fit to spy on them, and vice versa. And the last bit that makes me rotate them in my head 24/7, a cage for a cage moment. Fit always hesitated to break the rules, not to lose a job. Even for morning crew he had to be persuaded to go to the nether. But once Philza asked if he knew how to make lavacasts, he didn't ask anything. They both broke the rules together. And after crow was caught and released, our bald fella keeps an eye on him. "I know you for a long time, Phil, you're not the one to hallucinate". And this bird accident from tomorrow's stream.... Man, they're the besties. Also Fit having a micro separation anxiety attack after he lost Phil out of sight for a few seconds was as funny as it was sad.

They're in this together and they know it. They've got each other's back and are confident in each other.

And just last quote I feel describes them the best is from 10/4/2023 stream.

"I'm afraid I'm gonna piss off God again (for having a golden Apple)"

...

"You and I.. We walk into churches and they burn down just by our presence."

"This whole world will remember us" From Bonnie and Clyde the musical vibes ngl👀

What's Philza and Fit's duo name? I NEED IT. I adore their friendship.

"Are you tired of bein' nice. Captain?"

"DON'T YOU JUST WANT TO GO APE SCRAP?"

Operation: Redemption

Rating: General audience

Archive Warning: Graphic depictions of violence

Category: Gen

Fandom: Transformers - All Media Types, Transformers Prime

Relationships: Breakdown/Knock Out, KOBD

Characters: Breakdown, Knock Out, Arachnid, Dreadwing, Megatron, Soundwave

Additional tags:

Romance isn't the center of the story, long fic, other tags and characters will be added as they appear, AU, Breakdown survives, Autobot Breakdown, implied KOBD, minor character death in future, past, light descriptions of scars/gore

Word count: 2562

Summary:

Breakdown wasn't the most observant bot, yet his loyalty knew no bounds. Despite a lot of questionable decisions made by his liege, big Decepticon never doubted Megatron's view. Honestly Lord of the decepticons hasn't hesitated to use this trust to his own advantage ever, but even the most oblivious person in the whole galaxy would someday understand this. Breakdown started to have some suspicions after he was saved by his old rival, Bulkhead, while his boss left him in the mercy of the vermins. Starscream's words didn't help, planting doubts in big blue bot. But Breakdown's trust hasn't been shaken too much, he only became more observant. Now he saw some patterns, that were repeating from day to day, until he couldn't ignore it any longer.

Chapter: 1/???

"Am I the only one here, who considers this to be an overkill on Lord Megatron's part?" Arachnid said, moving forward, as her partners stayed behind. "I mean, dispatching two of his most proficient warriors to track down one unconfirmed energon spike."

"Megatron knows me and Dreadwing here will get the job done." Breakdown gestured at himself and his winged companion, who to this moment stayed quiet.

"Actually, I was referring to Dreadwing and myself." The sardonic smile appeared on the helicopter's face.

Orange-faced bot's fist clenched, as he angrily took a few steps towards a bold fembot. They never were on the good terms. Warrior found her intriguing, yet soon enough understood that she was just a crazy, rude killer with no morals or respect for authorities. Spider-looking con, on her part, never saw her comrade as anything worthy of her attention.

"Breakdown" A hoarse voice of a Seeker called out. "Remain on task. This must be a unified effort."

"Indeed, Breakdown. I know, we've never seen eyes to eye." Arachnid continued, not even trying to hide her smug expression. "But it doesn't mean we can't patch things up." She winked.

Now that was the last straw. With an fuming "that's it", Breakdown fiercely charged to attack, completely ignoring Dreadwing's objections. Yet the battle didn't last long, for Arachnid quickly transformed and blinded an attacker with her web. Yet fembot hadn't much time to celebrate, as a Seeker pulled out his riffle and started blasting helicopter. Being as shifty as she is, former second in command managed to dodge the blast, but was unable to web her opponent on the first try. For a few moments luck was on fembot's side, as she finally trapped Dreadwing, tying him to a nearby tree. But the last shot caused her to collapse, losing one of her spider legs. Breakdown, all this time trying to get rid of the web on his face, finally tore down his blindfold and resumed the chase. Blue boy's cannon fired, as Arachnid jumped from the spruce tree to another. Eventually helicopter fled further into the forest. One-eyed warrior wanted to run right after.

"Breakdown! Don't be a fool! Free me!" Seeker yelled, still not able to free himself.

Breakdown stopped for a few seconds and fired a couple of shots where commander's arm would be, thinning the web. He didn't stay any longer, as he decided to get the job done. Blue bot ran after the fleeing figure of the traitorous Decepticon, jumping through some fallen trees and rocks, and got to a pool of a bright blue energon. Suddenly, helicopter's shadow appeared once more, proceeding further to the bushes and leaving a trail of Cybertronian blood behind. Eventually, one eyed bot caught up with Arachnid at a small pile of stones, that weakened fembot seemingly had no strength to jump over.

Laughing, Breakdown said. "Easy prey.", swinging his hummer for a final blow. Yet no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't lower his weapon. It was too late, when a hunter realized that he was cleverly outsmarted by this cunning decepticon. She led him to a trap, pretending to be weak, only to trap his hand in a web. Arachid smiled, as she saw how defenceless Breakdown was. She lifted one of her spider legs and slowly, as if enjoying her victim's useless attempts to get out, sliced blue bot's chest, revealing a spark chamber. Orange faced decepticon fired his cannon, while being in immense amount of pain. The scar, that looked like a terrific lightning, was grand and deep enough to damage the important wires.

Arachnid prepared for the finishing blow, when suddenly, out of nowhere, she first heard a loud steps and then saw an energon blast, almost loosing another leg. Deciding this fight wasn't worth it, she transformed into a helicopter and fled the scene, while a red shots followed her.

Breakdown was flabbergasted by this save, looking shocked at Dreadwing. Admitting defeat, seeker stopped blasting at a long gone Arachnid.

"You won't chase her?" Bleeding bot asked.

"You won't thank me?" Winged con responded sarcastically. His face was gloomy, as he destroyed the string that kept Breakdown's hand.

Wounded decepticon fell on his knees, as the pain consumed him. Second in command placed a hand under his comrade's armpit.

"Thank you, sir..." Breakdown mustered, trying to get up on his feet. He honestly never expected for any decepticon to save him (well, minus Knock Out), especially this newcomer. But the more one eyed bot watched his comrade's actions, the more fascinated he became with the nobility of an explosive expert. Something felt really wrong about it, since the fraction, they both belonged to, has long forgotten about justice and kindness, even to each other. First seeker lieutenant's actions drastically contradicted Megatron's, and this revelation sparked something strange in Breakdown's mind.

"Soundwave, we require a ground bridge immediately on my current location."

The mere seconds later a circular green portal appeared, illuminating surroundings. Dreadwing supported his subordinate the way so he could carry most of the weight himself. After entering this ground bridge, they immediately showed up on the board of the Nemesis. A few Vehicons were passing by this corridor and were very distressed, seeing their superior with his spark almost falling out if his chest.

"Is Knock Out at the medical bay?" Seeker asked the soldiers loudly.

"Yes, sir."

Dreadwing nodded and continued through the spaceship, towards doctor's office. Breakdown followed, yet he felt how his powers faded away, as his energon was leaking out. The sight from his remained eye was starting to blurr. However wounded decepticon's curiosity didn't let him to pass out.

"Sir, may I ask you a question?"

"I suppose you can, yet I would strongly advise you to save your strength."

"Why didn't you complete the mission?"

Dreadwing was dumbfounded by his subordinate's question. "Because decepticons care for their comrades."

"Not on Nemesis." One eyed con said gloomy.

"Why do you think that? Don't you trust our cause? Lord Megatron?"

Breakdown thought if he could trust his savior, but decided to ask anyway. Something in Seeker felt safe enough to speak freely.

"But do you think Lord Megatron himself believes in our cause?"

The unharmed con's face looked shocked "Of course he does."

"He's still so loyal. But does our Lord reciprocate?" Breakdown thought soberly, while both cons proceeded to make their way further into the dark corridors of the spaceship. The silence remained unbroken, partially due to orange faced bot's weakness.

Soon enough they were right before med bay's door. It opened by themselves, showing a view into the room. There were two large metal hospital beds with a table, displacing a bunch of instruments: cross clamps, laser scalpel, durabilium drill, soldering iron, blowtorch and others. Dark blue screens, showcasing some red text on them, situated to the sides of the beds. On these screens was important information, such as normalized amount of energon, that supposed to flow in Cybertronian body, spark and T-Cog conditions, pictures of servos and optics ect.

The doctor with a glorious red finish stood before his instruments and cleaned them up. He muttered some lyrics from a random human song. Once he'd heard the door opened, KO put the stuff he hold and turned around.

"Good day, bo— WHAT THE SCRAP?!" Doctor yelled, once he set his optics on Breakdown, who was almost carried at this point. Red finished con turned to Dreadwing and, without any other words, ordered. "Lay him down on the hospital bed."

Dreadwing obliged, and Knock Out immediately began his examination. He took blowtorch and another tool neither of other cons knew about.

"Dreadwing, quickly bring me energon to transfuse." Concerned Doctor put a strange black metal tube, vagely resembling Soundwave's tentacles, in Breakdown's hand. The other end of this dropper was round, meant to suck the Cybertronian's life force out of containers. After Seeker lieutenant helplessly started to look around, searching for the blocks needed for operation, red con said, hurrying his new unwanted assistant. "To the right of this room. Don't stand around. I'll put him in stasis while you're at it."

When winged decepticon left the room for the energon supplies, KO started his work with blowtorch, slowly fix his sleeping companion's cables, thus stopping the bleeding. Amount of energon was critically low, and defenceless spark was blinking dimmer with each second. Usually Knock Out wasn't very serious. He liked to buff his own finish or go street racing, completely ditching his responsibilities of a decepticon. But once someone got really hurt European model was barely recognizable. His demeanor changed, and he became very focused on getting his patients better. Especially when the damaged comrade turned out to be as close to him as Breakdown. When his part time assistant was wounded too much, doctor concentrated as much as he could and did his best.

By the time Dreadwing reappeared with a special energon, cables, in which this bright blue substance flowed were patched up enough to stop the bleeding.

"Here, Knock Out. I brou—"

"Good. Now be a lamb, come here and hold this cube straight." KO didn't even let his superior finish the sentence.

The latter's pride was hurt, but the complete confusion of the idioma used was much stronger. What is a lamb? And how to be it? It's probably some human phrase he picked up from some where. But there was no time to waste, so Seeker obliged again. Once winged bot did what he was told to do, doctor attached the metal tube to the block, pressed a button and transfusion began. The light blue stripes flashed, as the live source filled the con in stasis.

KO, after making sure everything goes as planned, went out of med bay, only to return with the piece of metal to repair his comrade.

"Oh, you dummy. We'll have so much buffing to do." Knock Out said sweetly to Breakdown. After measuring scar, doctor turned his hand into rotating saw and cut to the size. Then he started soldering and murmuring some compliments and loving words, completely forgetting about Dreadwing's existance. The latter was a little bit uncomfortable. On the Nemesis these kind of close relationships were very rare and weren't usually put on display, so witnessing this was awkward. Yet Seeker had no where to go until all energon was in Breakdown.

"Is my presence still necessary?" Winged decepticon asked, when the cube was empty.

"Oh, not really, commander. Just may I ask how did Breakdown manage to get himself scratched like that?"

"I would also want to know that." The door suddenly opened as the rough voice filled the room. The grand Lord of Decepticons entered the room, his red eyes shining.

"Lord Megatron." Dreadwing said. "Arachnid escaped."

"I am utterly amazed by your unability to kill Arachnid and by getting your subordinate nearly lose his spark." Megatron raised his voice. "How is it, that the con who's near becoming my second in command can't get rid of the target?"

Winged Cybertronian bowed his head in shame, not uttering a word in his own defence. Silver Decepticon wasn't waiting an answer, and was preparing a punishment, when suddenly unexpected happened. Soundwave send a message to Megatron, which made him walk away, not saying anything more. Dreadwing followed him.

Knock Out's confusion didn't disappear, and only more questions sprang up in his head. What happened to Breakdown, and what's Arachnid's role in all of that? The only way to get answers was to wake up the patient from stasis, yet doctor decided to give blue bot some time to heal. Red finished con started cleaning up the room, removing tube and block and washing the energon from the floor and his hands. After, he took his beloved buffer and began to polishing his partner's chest, gently waking him up from stasis.

"Who's that pretty bot?" These were the first words that left Breakdown's mouth, once he opened his eye.

"Not just pretty, but handsome, don't you think?" KO responded cheeky.

"I would say you're the best looking con I've ever met."

Doctor chuckled, patting his partner's chestplate. It already looked decent, giving the small amount of time. Blue bot took his red finished comrade hand in his own, lovingly stroking other's servo with his finger.

"Dear, will you consider me worthy enough of knowing about your accident?" Knock Out pointed with his buffer at the still pretty visible scar.

"Well, Commander Dreadwing and I were assigned to get rid of Arachnid for her traitorous behavior. I might have been too aggressive, so she caught me in a trap. Commander saved me, before she could tear me apart."

KO's face froze for a moment. He quickly came back to the his usual charming self, yet damaged bot could see his partner's fleeting fear. Fear of punishment, death, or maybe a torture. Blue bot understood the reason, since his doctor used to scheme with now missing Starscream, who was known for his traitorous behavior. However some unexpected thought appeared in Breakdown's head, that felt terribly shameful, yet very enlightening. His mind went back to the most strange day, when his nemisis, Bulkhead, saved his spark. That time Autobots were somewhat successful, but a lot of time they weren't. Do they get punished with beatings? Well, at least Bulkhead didn't seem like it. Were they mocked for their failures by comrades? No, their team didn't belittle each other, did it? The shame rose in blue bot as he started to see the flaws in a fraction he belonged to.

"Hey, sweet rims, may I ask you something personal?" Orange faced con looked his friend right in the optics, preparing to bring the topic that was bothering him.

"Of course."

"Do you think we're on the right side?"

"What?"

"On the right side of war." Yellow eyed bot clarified. "I mean, is there anything left from a cause we started with? Do we still fight for freedom?"

Knock Out's optics widened, quite dumbfounded by the question.

"Breakdown, I... What makes you question Lord Megatron?"

"Do you remember when I was kidnapped by the MECH? Starscream had to disobey Megatron's orders to come for me. Then all those vehicons we sent only for them to die. And.."

"Darling, shush!" Doctor interrupted. His posture change to more stiff one, as he took his hand out of his patient's. "We shouldn't discuss it where Soundwave can hear us."

"And freedom of speech we fought for.." Breakdown frowned, finishing his sentence despite his friend's warnings.

"I don't know. I didn't join because of Lord's ideas."

"Then why?"

"I wanted to survive." The simplicity of the answer spoke volumes. "There was no escape from deceptions' power; they were everywhere. If I wanted to keep my finish this great, I needed to join."

Red finished bot took away his servo, putting the buffer to work again. One eyed bot was saddened. The cons continued to chat about everything and anything, but Breakdown's thoughts refused to depart from the initial subject. Now more than ever he started to question his master's intentions, and part of him began to realize how corrupted their cause became. But this part was still rather small, and after a few hours spent with Knock Out, Breakdown heard some strange unrest behind the door of med bay.

Well, I've been writing it since then and it's already 2,3 k words. And it's just a start of first chapter..

My desire to write a long ahh fanfiction abt Bulkhead's and Breakdown's past and maybe an AU, where the latter becomes an Autobot is picking rn.

Would it be interesting tho?

I'm here to provide the cringe.

Do here's a smp I'm obsessed with along side a severely changed lyrics from a song I listen all day.

(It's all I can draw rn)

"His name is Philza/Fit/Étoiles"

"He was a father/war criminal/fighter"

"But that was 30 years ago..."

"When there used to be the kids/war/fight..."

"Now there's a disco, but not for Philza..."

"Still in a dress he used to wear, faded feathers in his hear.."

"He sits there so refined, lies to everyone, half blind.."

"They lost their friends and they lost their kids.."

"And they lost their mind!!!!"

At the q... Q smp...

Song name: Copacabana by Barry Manilow