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Celebrate MonstersCelebrate Monsters by Xobit
There were monsters, always monsters.
The one that would rare its ugly head when he had to order someone to do something. It gnawed and wiggled in his tank, making him want to back up whatever he had in there. Kup had once told him it would get better, but it never did…
Maybe that was why Sentinel and Elita hadn’t listened to him?
Then there was the one that started to gnaw at his spark whenever he had to take up his axe and fight. It withered and clung, dimming the light of his spark, making it pulse so fast… like the heart of one of the small flying organics of Earth.
Was that why he liked to fight so much?
And the one that would tear at his spark whenever he made a mistake, costly or not. Tear and eat and claw, as if maybe it would all stop if he let it tear his soul apart.
Would Elita forgive him if he did let it do its work?
Black, dark and strangling, obvious in some manners, insidious and slow like weak acid in others. Crawling into his lines, clogging his cool
The Promise in The Name (Transformers Bayverse)This story contains ending spoilers for all three films in Michael Bay's Transformers Witwicky trilogy, and some wanton speculation about the series. You have been warned.The Promise in The Name (Transformers Bayverse) by DecepticonFlamewar
It is my honor to speak to you on this occasion. My friends seem to believe that I am best suited to this task. After all, the name that I have chosen for myself can be translated as “the best.” I recognize how that must seem arrogant, inappropriately vain for this joyous occasion. I mention it because it would be meaningless if not for those we are here to celebrate, who have given me not only my life, but the once-forgotten promise of my name.
Once, I was what you would call a dreamer, not unlike Sam. I always imagined, and sought, the best that I could for those around me. Like Sam, those efforts often brought suffering, at first. We are not here to mourn those I have failed, but they were many.
I was about to abandon hope when I met Sam. Though he was young, small, and relatively powerless
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