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FraggingDialogue only.Fragging by ~ParanoidSpy
"I...Lord Megatron."
"Airachnid. I wondered what had happened to your traitorous self."
"'Traitorous'? Unless stasis did something to my processors, you sent lackeys to try and kill me in an unprovoked attack!"
"You tried to usurp my command."
"I was acting in the best interests of the Decepticons. While you, I might add, were trying to raise the Chaos Bringer in an attempt to do...what, exactly?"
"Hold your tongue, Airachnid. There is very little preventing me from extinguishing your spark and ridding the cosmos of your filth once and for all."
"Big words from one who couldn't face me himself."
"Says the insect who sen
One, Two, Three, FourPost-"Darkest Hour".One, Two, Three, Four by ~ParanoidSpy
It was a feeling that had plagued her mind ever since they fled from the base.
As she took Jack and drove, unsure of anything anymore, it was there. She just had yet to realize it.
For the first few days, there was a pain of sorts, a melancholia that she kept hidden from her partner as they drove as far as she had the energy for. Arcee pushed the feeling away. This was no time to be distracted by despair, particularly when she had to keep it together in order to keep Jack from giving in to his own fears. The fear over his mother, the fear over his friends.
The fear over his entire existence as his planet was decimated
Flying LiesPost-BDM.Flying Lies by ~ParanoidSpy
For once in his life, he's silent. No time to open his gap and spew nonsense in the name of snark. They three need to get to the others, and quickly.
Quick as a Hawaii-printed flash, he's out of the seat and reaching for her hand when the glass shatters and spears pierce the pilot's seat where Wash had been sitting, not half a second before.
Of course, the idiot would try and take a second to gape at what could have been, but Zoe's having none of that. She knows better.
She drags him along, the first few meters after the Cap'n. Then they're running at the same pace, hand-in-hand, neither even flinching at the sound of more spear
Sunrise, Sunset"Arcee?"Sunrise, Sunset by ~ParanoidSpy
The storage unit's door had been opened. The figure in the doorway was masked by the dim lighting to one side and the near-darkness of the other. Still, he could see- -her arms folded over as if she were clinging to herself, body language tense and unsure. She did not respond to his gentle call, nor to the lumbering footsteps that heralded his presence. He reached out as he moved closer, but before he could repeat himself, Arcee tore herself away from the unit and looked up at him with tired optics.
"It's been a long day," she said quietly, activating the door's closing.
Optimus let his arm fall to his side as he vented heavil
The Last Kind Man For once I was glad my little sister was with me because I couldn't remember what Mom sent us to the swap meet for. I was watching the kasheeskis (spider-legged elephants if you ain't from around here) belching white clouds into the air. They get twenty feet tall this time of year. The alpha of the herd puffed a cloud of white smoke in our direction that almost made me lose my balance. Ran over a pothole so big that Mom’s instructions bounced outta my head and almost took Anne with them.The Last Kind Man by ~BadNarrator
The Sunday swap meet was in full swing when we got there. Old Miss Fullerton was selling corn and squashes from her little wooden cart. She's almost a hundred years old and still she hauls that cart to and from the pier ever Sunday with her own two hands. Next to her was Gil, the only black in South Beaufort, in his little plywood stand selling handmade soap. Anne likes Gil's stand the best because them little soap bars come to life when you look at
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