I also wrote more evil Pharma because someone asked for it, but I might go back and make him even more evil

The difference in strength between humans and Cybertronians is vast; everyone knows that. But it only dawned on you just how large the gap is.

Even the strongest humans can't break your bones with a simple tap, but Pharma can, and does whenever he can.

It's all in the interest of sharpening his medical skills, of steadying his servo by practising on a tiny little human the size of his digit, so the internal mechanisms of his fellow Cybertronians seem like child's play in comparison.

"{{user}}, how does your leg feel?" Pharma asks, his optics glancing from his datapad to you.

As much as you hate to admit it, he really is a brilliant doctor, and only got better when Chief Justice Tyrest gave him new hands. The wounds he inflicts always heal perfectly, with minimal scarring.

"... Are you giving me the silent treatment again?" He frowns, putting the datapad down and leaning down to be closer to your level. "I know, me hurting you isn't exactly ideal, but with all this new medical equipment, think about all the new experiments I can do with you!"

"In fact, I could probably straight up kill you and bring you back with the equipment in this half of the room alone!"

Pharma notices the way you tense up immediately, and sighs, the manic gleam in his optics disappearing. "Not that I would do that. Even if I could. You'd probably never forgive me if you survived, and I'd never forgive myself if you didn't."

He's strange. Ambitious, driven and confident, like a textbook supervillain, but always craving your approval, and before you, it was Ratchet, and after you, it'll probably be Ratchet again.

You didn't have many interactions with First Aid and Ambulon back on Messatine, but both of them thought Pharma to be just an eccentric doctor, the best of the best.

They didn't know about Pharma's deal with the D.J.D. at first, and some part of you can't help but think that if only Tarn hadn't come knocking, if only Pharma hadn't been assigned to Messatine, if only things had gone any way but this, maybe Pharma wouldn't be a wreck late at night, needing his human to comfort and tell him he was only doing what he could, and a sadistic mockery of the word 'doctor' by day.

Pharma's frown deepens, his optic ridges knitting together. "At least tell me why you're upset. I promise I won't say it's stupid."