Wheeljack had followed after Skywarp and landed before opening his optics up. He found himself in a very bright room and used his arm to cover his optics as his interface was glitching and was more sensitive to lights as he went out of there. He found himself in a bright red yet shadowed photography room with some wet pictures on the desk as he grab one of the pictures which is smeared with ink and it was impossible to tell if anything was there due to the picture being extremely blurry. There was broken frames all over the floor and in the blue baskets there was pictures that are dry. He grabbed one of them out seeing two humans who had investigator gear and looking over another picture showed a sort of Autobot which had long arms, sharp metal spikes protruding from their arms and how they were standing was more rigid then most Autobots. They had large horns on their head and was holding a weapon suited for bombs as he put down the picture. He looked feeling like the room was warm as he tried to open the door nearby but found out it was locked "What in the name of science is this?" He held it in his own hands.
He attempted to figure out someway to open the door as Wheeljack looked it over with his vision having a sort of golden interface with glitchy symbols of numbers, shapes, letters and glyphs combined making this sort of confusing coding that Wheeljack couldn't tell what it is about. The time of day and Cybertronain time were in jumbles as Wheeljack wondering about how much time even passed due to the seconds stretching on in the background as he found a invention in his own subspace which seem to be some sort of grey clawed hand with wires falling from it and was attached to a red stick which had mechanical buttons all over them ones designed for a specific purpose and function. The letters were fuzzy words changing into another symbol as he looked at the door "How am I supposed to figure this out with my bulb completely destroyed, not only does it help me with making Autobots hear me quickly but that right bulb was for information process and some sensors." He said and he decided to look through the rest of the pictures, most were objects and some were humanoid. He didn't find anything else interesting apart from one that had people with blurred faces crowding around a grave while holding candles.
Wheeljack soon managed to activate the device after a long time of thinking and soon managed to open the door as he left the area. There was a radio voice that was nearby and said loudly "I tried! I tried M'lady. But I can't control it." The voice filter sounded something out of the 1940s to 1950s and it unsettled Wheeljack as he tried to locate where it was coming from. He found himself in a room where there was a TV glowing and it seemed to be showing one of those white and grey old tv shows where a man seemed to be crouching over a female who was laying on the floor covered in blood as the TV turned off afterwards. Wheeljack looked over the black screen with his reflection appearing on the screen as there was a large flashing light that appeared all of a sudden and completely broke the screen, sending Wheeljack backwards with his hand over his optic. He breathed tightly getting upwards and moving away from the room. He turned smelling something rotten as he went into a strangely linear corridor? That's what at least it seemed to him with his vision currently compromised by the damage.
Wheeljack saw a garbage shoot nearby as it seemed empty. He jumped into it which was tight for a Cybertronain to get through and he landed on his aft on a strangely organised living room. He got up seeing black bags but the rotting smell didn't come from them. "I'm running in circles at this point. There must be a shortcut a way of here." But the unclear shape of the vortex was making his head spin. At this point he wasn't going to find his way out of here even if he wanted to. "This will work I reckon." He took out the claw-liked device and immediately it seemed to show a way through. Wheeljack finally sighed in relief "Thank goodness, this constant fighting is getting on my nerves." He followed after the blue arrow which appeared as a hologram before noticing the scent which made him want to pass out. That's a lot considering he is a Cybertronain. The voices nearby seem to get louder with voices saying "Wheeljack?"And another one that sounded familiar said "Don't go in there, no matter what!" The wires from the bulb sparked. He wasn't sure if his mind was tricking him but was Ultra Magnus nearby? He kept himself on guard and moved to see a shadow walking through. It looked to be a man holding something.
Wheeljack tried to catch up with the male figure who seemed to go away as he saw something on the floor. It seemed to be a small briefcase as he opened it up. It was a jar of a yellow liquid that said "Ashridas Viltain." Which he knew had something to do with the chemicals that been troubling the Autobots for weeks on end. There he finally found where the rotten smell came from as he opened up the closet and got a shock, he never thought he would get. Ratchet was seen in the closet with his arm ripped off with energon leaking downwards to the floor. His chest had a large slash and he had a diagonal scar just barely touching his optic as it was a deep one, he was pinned to the wall with a knife and spear lodged into his frame as Wheeljack dropped to his knees with his hands on his face.