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Watcher| TFA
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(TFA OC RP account)
Watcher’s plating flares in panic, vents sputtering out more water, his helm twisting under his own grip.
November 25, 2025 at 7:28 PM
His servos jerk away from his torso, scrabbling upward. He grabs at his helm with desperate, frantic claws, broken digits skittering over soaked seams as though trying to pry something open, as though trying to force the memories back into place.
November 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM
failing processor.
A memory tries to form. A place. A home....But there’s nothing.

Just a yawning blank where the recollection should be, and the moment he brushes against that emptiness, panic flares white-hot.
November 25, 2025 at 7:27 PM
The sound of wet venting and the rattle of plating fills the space. Everything hurt, a spark deep hurt it made Watcher's faceplate twist in pain and his broken digit tips dig into his frame more.

'I should never have.... never left...'

The fragmented thought slips through the static of his -
November 25, 2025 at 7:25 PM
and now the world is moving again.

A fearful, broken whimper rattles out of his damaged throat as he tightens his arms around himself, processor sparking with confused pain.
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
Watcher curls inward on pure instinct, dragging his arms against his trembling frame. He folds as tight as his ruined joints allow, vents sputtering shallow and ragged

He can’t hear the reassurance.
He can’t see the gentle movements.
All he knows is that hands touched him then didn’t, -
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
The warmth he’d been clinging to disappears, replaced by cold air and the distant thrum of engines he can’t identify.

He reaches out blindly, weak, clawed fingertips scraping nothing but dirt and empty space.
November 25, 2025 at 12:51 AM
The scream cut abruptly as the water shorted his vox.

Silence hit like a hammer.

His mouth hung open in a frozen grimace, no sound, no voice, the line fried from the inside. His body trembled uncontrollably, spasms rolling down his limbs as the new corrosion spread.
November 24, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Watcher’s entire frame arched, rigid, a strangled cry ripping from his throat high, sharp, pure pain. The kind that bypasses words and thought and becomes a full-body, primal scream.

He clamped onto Break Out’s shoulder so hard his servos plating dented against the stronger Warframe armor.
November 24, 2025 at 7:38 PM
Watcher’s head moved just enough for a single drop of trapped seawater to slide deeper into the cracked seam of his helm.

It hit a live circuit.

The reaction was immediate.
November 24, 2025 at 7:37 PM
His vocalizer crackled stuttering, glitched. The sounds that spilled out were scrambled syllables, garbled fragments of words that didn’t hold shape.

“Sh… sh-here… c...n… fe-l… y-you…”

None of it made sense.
He was trying. Frag, he was trying, pushing through a processor that barely ran
November 24, 2025 at 7:37 PM
Undiluted, disbelieving, overwhelming joy at simply touching someone else.

His field quivered with it, like a sparkling recognizing safety for the first time in days of terror.

He tried to talk.
November 24, 2025 at 7:36 PM
Watcher held on, and his mouth, still dripping with the last remnants of ocean water, pulled into a wide, uneven grin. Flat smooth derma showing as he looks around trying to find break out's faceplate. But it there joy.
November 24, 2025 at 7:35 PM
His servo twitched toward Break Out seeking something solid, before another cough overtook him, more water bursting free.
November 24, 2025 at 6:53 AM
processor struggling to reboot layers of systems that had been in emergency stasis. His vox crackled no words, just the faintest, trembling rasp of someone who hasn’t taken a full vent in days.

And his first, wavering instinct as consciousness clawed upward was a small, terrified movement.
November 24, 2025 at 6:53 AM
Slowly. Barely noticeable at first, but it was starting to move coolant and energon again through his lines.

The weak, wet sputter of Watcher’s internal engine coughed to life somewhere deep in his chassis.

His armor twitched under Tracker,-
November 24, 2025 at 6:52 AM
Another wave of water poured out.
Then another.

Until it became a continuous stream, his body expelling every drop it had been drowning in.

Tracker could probably feel his frame the moment the change began. Watcher’s frame, so cold it bordered on shutdown, started to warm.
November 24, 2025 at 6:51 AM
It spilled over Break Out’s servos the clear flecked with energon, soaking the sand in a spreading, icy pool. Watcher gagged, vents stuttering violently as the sudden pressure drop sent new shocks through his soaked internals.
November 24, 2025 at 6:21 AM
Watcher felt the touch.
He felt the careful leverage.
He felt the gentle insistence.

His intake finally snapped.

And the water rushed out of him.

A massive rush easily six gallons or more gushed from his mouth, throat, and secondary venting ports.
November 24, 2025 at 6:20 AM
The rumble traveled through the waterlogged frame, coaxing circulation, trying to nudge coolant and fuel lines into motion again. His presence radiated warmth, something Watcher’s frigid plating absorbed like a dying ember clinging to heat.
November 24, 2025 at 6:20 AM
'wheeze..GLRK...vent...wheeze...GLRK..'
each cycle forcing out more water.
November 24, 2025 at 5:02 AM
signals sparking like lightning behind his dark optics.

He clawed harder at his helm, digits scraping harsh gouges across his own plating.

“N..nnnngh...hh...!” His voice garbled into a broken, wet mechanical whine.

Watcher’s vents heaved,-
November 24, 2025 at 5:02 AM
'It’s eating you, his processor' whispered through fractured code.
'It’s inside you.'

He shuddered violently, sensors misfiring. The cold inside his helm felt like claws dragging across exposed circuits. Water sloshed deeper with every movement, and his processor screamed as corrosion spread,-
November 24, 2025 at 5:02 AM
His limbs thrashed in jerky, broken arcs he couldn’t control, digits scraping at his own helm in frantic, panicked motions as water moved where it shouldn’t inside him.
November 24, 2025 at 5:01 AM
He’d find one, weak, stuttering, but there.

His plating spasmed violently as his frame adjusted to gravity again, his whole body convulsing with wet, ragged vents.
November 24, 2025 at 5:01 AM