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( Nope, I'm giving this blog up, too.

If anyone's going  to make Transformerstuck it should be someone other and better than me. )

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(LOOK AT MY GIRL *u* Gosh look at her, look at every BIT of her. Ugh. <3 )

Transparent Transformerstuck Redglare.

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( Mun is disproportionately proud of themselves for coming up with a shitty pun M!A based on a song. c: )

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Redglare didn't answer Roxy, simply reached over with her other hand and snapped the little chip onto the center of Roxy's forehelm.

Having been designed specifically to work with struggling drug-crazed addicts, the shell program was simple to use, working right through skin contact. This one in particular was to convert Roxy into a sex doll. It was horrible, Redglare knew, but with that chest Roxy had on her..

It was only a few moments, completely rewriting Roxy to her new purpose, filling her with the appropriate knowledge and skills, and setting the first bot she laid eyes on as her permanent owner.

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"Please, do not demean me," Roxy moved her hand to swipe at her hair, before remembering she no longer had any. "May I ask what this "somethin’" is, anyhow?"

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Why the fuck are you doing a reprogramming rp.

(Be...because both me and my partner are into it????

???????????????

Why did you think I was going it? )

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As far as Redglare was convinced, there was no helping 'Roxy'. The girl's processors and brain had degraded from heavy drug use, to an irreparable degree. The only thing that could get her out of her fearful delusions now was a shell program. A simple software rewrite that wouldn't need much of her hardware to run, but would completely overrwrite her conscious and subconscious mind.

It wasn't long at all before Redglare was back, taking a seat beside Roxy and putting an arm around her shoulder comfortingly. "I got you somethin'. It'll fix this problem, make everythin' better."

Roxy crossed her legs and tapped her fingers against her cold metallic knees. “I’m sure the inability to read co-ordinates will cause her to do something less than appealing to me,” she predicted, sighing. “May as well get it over with.”

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Redglare let out a despondent vent, shaking her head. "I'm sure you did, darlin'. I'm gonna help you get over this trouble, alright?"

She stood, making for the door. "I'm gonna go get you somethin' I know'll help, alright? You stay there now. Try not to touch anythin' much, and.. definitely don't do anything else. Please."

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"I have absolutely no idea. I recieved an anonymous message over my blog, and suddenly, I had transformed into this robotic state."

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yiffinator is now in charge everyone else sit the fuck down

( The furry regime has begun.

Transfurmurrs. )

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Redglare didn't respond to Roxy's protests, and within a moment they weren't back at Redglare's office, but her apartment. Her.. rather spacious apartment, actually. Seemed that a detective in the planet's capital pulled in quite a fair salary.

Sitting Roxy down on an approximation of a sofa, she sat down opposite her on a chair.

"Alright, tell me what happened."

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Roxy walked by Redglare, giving her a stern look all the way. “Who are you to say my current habitat isn’t safe? Infact, I’m not sure I should trust you whatsoever.” They stood on the transportalizer, and Roxy sighed. “I suppose I’ll be gone quite some time.”

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( I can't believe Furry McYiff is gonna be the main antagonist of RiD2015. Decepticon leader.

Incredible. Furries are making mad grabs for power. )

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Poor thing. This had to be one of the more extreme cases of dissociation she'd ever seen. Wherever this was, she couldn't stay here. She had to stay somewhere safer. Looping her arm around Roxy's shoulderplating, she pulled her towards the transportalizer.

"Come on, hun. Never mind gettin' a meal, let's just get you somewhere safe."

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"Greetings, Redglare. Can I make you anything? If we can eat, of course, I’m very unsure of the basics as of this moment."

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( Sometimes I look at Transformers toys I want on eBay and just cry )

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And Redglare's optics locked right onto the massive optics on Roxy's chestplate. Heaving, jiggling, probably filled right  to the brim with energon..... She had to physically shake her head to snap herself out of it. The femme actually seemed rather... lucid for someone who had just been rambling like a druggie.

"Detective Redglare, Iacon PD."

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Roxy looked over to her own transportalizer, fists clenched just in case, as the fellow robot appeared in her underground base. “Roxy Lalonde, pleased to make your acquaintance.” 

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.: Whatever y'say, hun. Don' worry. :.

She rose from her office chair, taking a moment to power on the transportalizer in the corner. As the disused machine powered up, she put her office into lockdown, doors and windows locking and a blast screen sliding across the latter. When the coordinates were punched into the transportalizer, she stepped onto it and was gone.

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Roxy Lalonde has transmitted the file Coordinates.kml

.: Apologies if these co-ordinates aren’t familiar to you, they’ll bring you to another universe. And another planet. It should work on any teleportation system, however. :.

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"Redglare." She quickly glanced him up and down, obviously lingering o his.. disfigurements. Not that she'd say anything of course, Primus no. "So what do you do, Whirl? What's your job?"

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"Whirl." Oh man… Now he was very amused. His twisted sense of humor found joy in irritating others. "By the way… Never caught yours."

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Several moments of silence passed, before Redglare let out a weary vent, off-comms of course. The whole spiel sounded like some youngin' drugged up on something and having severe dissociation. She supposed it was her duty, since everyone else was ON duty, to help the poor femme out.

.: Alright sugar, just stay on the line and give me your coordinates if you can. I reckon I'll swing 'round in a few kliks to help you out. :.

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.: I… well, I suppose it’s more an inconvenience than anything. My body has been vandalized to become some odd robot and I discovered that there seems to be a planet full of them. Is there some sort of rehabilitation department present? :.

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crapulentgoth started following you

.: Iacon Police Department, central precinct. Detective Redglare speakin'.

Got a crime or a body to report? :.