(Art by madelnnox on deviant art)
Starscream lets out a sharp intake, followed by an equally sharp outtake… he’s not overheating, at least not yet, but instead, he’s curled up in the corner of his chambers, curled up helplessly as his ventilation system refuses to co-operate with him.
He’s having a panic attack, his first ever panic attack, if you couldn’t tell. Oddly enough, he’s not used to being Megatron’s living punching bag quite yet, he’s not used to getting chased halfway down the Decepticon central military base, he’s not used to the burning taste of the business end of Megatron’s fusion cannon…
If I leave, he can hurt me again, if I don’t leave, he’ll hurt me again.
“Primus, f-f-frag this!” He manages to muster, his hyperventilating causing his vocal processor to malfunction so badly it hurts.