It takes a few hours to get back to where I parked my ship. I press the control on my arm to show it, and it gets out of camoflauge mode. I walk on and offload everything. "Feels good to be back." I say, rubbing the controls of my ship. I lay back in the chair, setting my pedes on the control pannel. I get a mirrior out and hold it infront of me. I turn my helm seeing all the scars on my neck and helm from the explosion. I look at the other scar, behind my horn. It was suprisingly doing better. I turn my helm the other way and see a giant mark on the lower part of my neck. I touch my servo to it, feeling the slick lubricant and indents of his dentas. "Fuck, he did that hard, didn't he...." I say, my face turning blue. I look away from the mirror, grabbing a bucket and throwing up energon again. "Shit!!! Thats the however manyith time!!!" I scream. I wipe my mouth and get to flying my ship. I fly to a cliff and land my ship in the crack in the wall.
I get out of my ship and walk over to the edge of the cave where I could see the sun setting. I lean against the wall and watch the sun set. As I watch the sun set, I think about the scar that that wrecker gave me. "Did he mean it out of pain or.... is there a bigger story?" I say, avoiding the emotional pain. I open my spark chamber, seeing the dents and cracks. I need to stay away from everything because the more I feel emotion, the more my spark will break. I seriously need to get this fixed.
I sit down against the cliff and start spinning my rotors, carelessly. I kind of hated being alone now. Ever since Wheeljack, I didn't want to be alone anymore. I needed someone..... I felt scared now.... I had never felt such emotion before. I look up at the darkening sky and see a shooting star. I close my optics and make a wish. Now I know that shooting stars are just rocks in space but.... I'm still gonna try. And I'm not gonna tell you what it is because it won't come true....
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Warriors (Wheeljack X Oc)
RomanceThere once was a mech whose emotions were cursed. If he dare feel something, he would die without worth. Through madness he crept, the son of the dark. He hoped for emotion, to ease his broken spark. Emotion at last, he wept with joy, not knowing at...
