Jazz is ScaryRatchet desperately tried to pry the red youngling off of his yellow twin. Sideswipe whimpered and kicked as he was pulled away and placed on a chair. He made an attempt to run back to Sunstreaker, but was held back.
"Sideswipe, stop. I'll only need Sunstreaker for at least two cycles," Sideswipe shook his head, "Yes you'll be fine."
Sideswipe had no choice but to watch as Ratchet lead Sunstreaker out. It had been a good day up until this point; Sideswipe had finally allowed himself to leave their room and explore. Sunstreaker knew where every room was, due to he had actually left, and lead the red twin to the rec room. Thankfully, for both twins, no one was in there allowing them free reign... that was until Ratchet came and tore them apart.
Now, Sideswipe was alone and worse, he didn't know how to get back to their room. He jumped when the doors opened; two mechs stepped in, both black and white. One had a visor covering his optics, dull horns at the top of his helm, and was chatting