abstractborders | Breaking Glass

Once upon a time, there was a doctor. Not just any doctor, a doctor that specialized in the mind. He was good at what he did, the best really, capable of finding out anything that his leader required him to find and he did it with gleeful ease. It didn't matter if his victims were Autobot or Decepticon, if they came to him he dealt with them.

Everyone just needed a shrink once in awhile.

Lining the shelves of the doctor's office were small models, figures reminiscent of the patients he'd 'treated' throughout the years. Some big, some small, some in pieces while others were still in tact. He took great care in the creation of each and every one of them, wanting the details to be perfect, right down to the pieces of the individuals minds that he cracked open.

All the better to keep them in check with.

Most of the Autobots stayed far away from the therapist's office, afraid to go near him because of what he might do. Each and every mind was a new playground for him, so many secrets to discover and new little quirks to unearth. It was a hobby for him as much as it was his job and Rung had an agenda of his own outside of the Autobot cause.

One day he'd get into each and every one of their heads.

Humming quietly as he reached up to pull a figure off the shelf, a dark grin danced on his lips as he brushed his thin fingers over the perfectly molded little face. It was perfect, just like all the others, and the sound of his humming became more gleeful in a way, more peppy. Behind him, strapped into a chair, the living version of the figure was trembling, blue optics panicked as he tried to get free of his confines while a part of him enjoyed the ghostly touch he'd felt brush down the side of his face.

"None of that, none of that, my dear," Rung mused as he turned around, cradling the model doll in the crook of his arm, slowly slinking over to where his captive was and circling the chair. "It's alright. We're just going to have another look today is all."

"P-Please--"

"Sh sh shhh," the therapist scolded, stopping in front of his patient and placing a finger over the other's lips, his own curving into another dark grin. "There will be plenty of time for talking later. There are much more important things to attend to first." Sliding the doll down is forearm a bit, cradling it in a different manner, the therapist brushed the fingers of his free hand over it's head, laughing gleefully at the way his patient squirmed and jerked again.

The humming started again as Rung drifted over towards his desk to set the doll down, caressing it fondly one last time before he turned to once more face his patient--his captive, right hand changing forms as a small, drill like tool replaced what had once been his hand.

"Now, this might hurt a bit, but I promise once I'm done, you'll feel light as a feather and much more at ease~" he sing-songed as he stopped before his Decepticon captive, capturing the other's chin in his hand as he placed the drill against the other's temple. His captive couldn't seem to stop trembling, couldn't seem to look away from the therapist's gaze as Rung's own optics flare with delight.

The sound of the drill was barely audible over the sound of the screams.