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Blankets.
He needed blankets.
Lots and lots of blankets.
And pillows as well, lots and lots of pillows. Otherwise, the nest would not only be too hard but also too small.
But he didn´t know where to get all the blankets and pillows he needed. And that’s not Swoop´s only problem, he hasn´t even found a proper place for the nest.
Nowhere felt right.
If he couldn´t find the right location his own berth would have to suffice.
Swoop was starting to get annoyed. Annoyed at the programming that was forced upon him- and by extension his teammates- that forced him to build a nest. The accursed Dino-programming overrode almost all his normal code, only his base coding was left intact. He even had to relearn all his scientific breakthroughs.
Without said coding he could just have his sparkling normally, even that he was denied.
His optics were starting to sting.
Now he not only had to build a nest, but he then would also have to lay an egg and wait for it to hatch. All while making sure nothing happened to either himself or the egg, that included not letting his team find out.
They would only see his condition as a sign of weakness, seeing as Swoop would no longer be able to fight alongside them. Staying behind instead and providing only minimal support.
They would also see Swoop reaching out for help from the other Autobots as a sign of weakness. Dinobots didn´t need help. But Swoop would not be able to take care of the sparkling alone, let alone build his nest.
It was starting to get to Swoop´s processor, his rational thinking told him everything would be fine, but his stupid programming kept telling him the opposite.
His processor hurt. He was getting nowhere.
Small droplets of fluid were starting to form at the corners of his optics.
No, focus. One thing at a time.
First, he needed a place for the nest; secondly the materials, everything else will work out somehow.
Perhaps his berth really is the best place, it´s decently soft and smelled like him, surely the sparkling will enjoy that.
So far there wasn´t much to the nest, just a rough crescent shape made from his own blanket with a pillow placed in the center.
It looked terrible.
“I´m really not good at this”, Swoop mumbled to himself.
Sitting down on the pillow Swoop tucked his legs under his chin, fluid slowly dripping from his optics.
This was the first time he build a nest it didn´t need to be perfect, his programming told him otherwise. The nest was a disappointment, if he couldn´t even build a proper nest how was he supposed to be a good creator.
He was carrying for the first time as well. Yet somehow Swoop thought he should have everything figured out.
It was suffocating, his processor constantly switching from his rational side telling him everything was fine and his dino-programming telling him he should do better, be better, be strong.
The tears were running freely now.