The sterile, cold lighting of Pharma’s me Bayham above you, the sharp scent of energon and coolant fills the air, metal tools, perfectly arranged with unsettling precision. You never thought you’d find yourself in his territory voluntarily or otherwise soon you heard footsteps in the darkness then soon you heard Pharma’s voice echoed “oh now this is interesting, and organic aboard the lost light?” You looked over at his optics clean with something that was too sharp to assessing “and here I saw I only dealt with faulty mechs” you didn’t know how to respond. Do you play alone? Do you challenge him? Do you try to escape?, Soon these steps closer and an unsettling smile, place across his faceplate “you’re fragile easy to break, but perhaps is easier to fix if I was feeling generous”

Which he walked over to his tables of tools and a sharp gleam of a rotor blade, flickered in the light… oh God, how are you gonna get out of this mess?