The Allspark is fragmented. Hope is shattered. And it's all because of me. I shoved it into Galvatron's chest. I knew what it would do. What was I thinking? I should've run with it. But I didn't. I sacrificed our only chance of returning home to prevent the return of Unicron. I've sacrificed so much in my life that this just feels numb. Like I know I'm guilty, but somehow feel as if I had absolutely nothing to do with any of this.
Some of us are trying to stay positive, but I can tell this has taken its toll on all of them. Some try to ignore it, to drown it out with high-grade. Others isolate themselves, hoping that this is all some kind of nightmare. But it isn't. Our world... I'm not even sure if there's anything left of it worth saving. I refuse to believe it's gone, but the more I think about it, the less burdensome that conclusion becomes. Until I remember that I am the reason the Allspark came to Earth in the first place.
Primus, if you can hear me, forgive me. Forgive the wrong I've done. Forgive every time I did the right thing in cruel ways. And please... let me live a normal life. Let this war end.
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Transformers: Catastrophicons Redux
FanfictionAfter the Allspark was shattered, the Quintessons began collecting its fragments. As the Catastrophicons return, the Showrunners rise, and Freakazoid gets a new body, the Autobots and Decepticons are faced with a new threat that could change the fat...
