One Spark is all it takes

Everything was quiet on the Electro house flat. Thomas was curled up with a snoozing Guy-Manuel, his fingers idly tangled in the recharge cord of his partner's. A sudden break in the silence caused Thomas to tilted his helm up from the television, confused.

Lightning.

Helm buzzing, the robot took a moment to register what he had just heard and was now seeing crackling violently our their window over the city. A roll of thunder was all he needed to suddenly be in a panic.

with one swoop of his arm, he yanked Guy-Manuel's recharge cable from his helm, his visor and audio units flashing an alarming red. He went to vocalize as he made the swift action, and a moment later that same arm recoiled back to grasp the wire plugged into his own circuits.

He heard the second wave of thunder and his arm had just reached halfway backwards when the lightning struck and surged the power. It was a brief instance of flickering lights for everyone else on the block, but Thomas' frame arched and attempted to recoil from the massive amount of power thundering through his form.

A soft, digital whine was all that left him as he arched his back and trembled violently, right hand flexing as static bounced around inside his clothes, leaving tiny singe marks everywhere.

All in an instant, then it was suddenly over, damage done. Thomas' silver helmet thumped back against the couch, his arm that had fallen around Guy-Manuel shaking and his hand twitching in uncontrollable seizes. Smoke rose from the fried nodes on his helm and neck, some from his chest as well as he lay there in literal shock.

Slowly, his frame turned toward the still slumbering Guy-Manuel, scrambled information starting to rapidly travel across his vision. He watched his sleeping companion, his fingers trying to curl into his sleeve but was unable to from the spasms.

The clusters if broken code became more persistent, blocking his view. His fingers continued to twitch as he tried to grasp something, tried to speak. His vocals emitted a burst of quiet, faded static, like a tiny mechanical scream. He continued to make this noise as his rted to ooze forward, his vision finally blocked by error codes and broken clusters of information.

Guy....

His last conscious thought, as he finally slumped over against the smaller robot, their helms brushing together at the forehead. The static continued for a short while, before Thomas' entire frame became eerily still, his visor and audio lights going dark.